Mystery Makes Me Strong

Dongshui City, the original site of a certain university, has been turned into a school.

A group of university professors are sitting in the cottage at this time, discussing the current situation.

Others can only care about survival, they have to think about the future, sit and talk, professional habits.

"I discovered that people have lost the psychological basis for reproduction." Professor A told a terrible fact.

"I also discovered this. Although it is a great thing to turn back to eighteen years old, but without the drive to reproduce, our closed city, I worry that it will perish in at most a hundred years." Professor B worried.

"I have a bigger worry, who will cook at noon?" Professor C looked around, "The cafeteria aunts and master chefs have gone home..."

"Why? We didn't fire them." Professor A was surprised.

"They said that they don't know how to use this kind of big earthen stove, and it will take a few days to cook food for hundreds of people. Let us figure out a way by ourselves." Professor C said helplessly.

"..."

Everyone is silent, this is not a joke, that kind of big earthen stove, it is very troublesome to light a fire, let alone cooking.

"It seems that the issue of reproduction is not considered now, but the issue of food and clothing." Professor A said cautiously.

As soon as the words were finished, the guard came in: "Gentlemen, there are people from the yamen outside the door, please go and discuss what to do in the future."

"Old Zhang, you turned around fast enough, and now you're calling the master?" Professor B joked.

"That's because I often read novels. Looking at it like this, isn't it like traveling back to the ancient times collectively? Of course we have to pick up the rules of the ancient times." The guard said eloquently.

"Okay, you kid must be promising."

A group of professors left with the guards, and then met the former Secretary of City Affairs, maybe it should be called the magistrate's office now?

Director, deputy director, secretary, personnel of various departments...

At this time, they are helpless in the face of drastic changes in the situation.

"Professors, you know a lot, let's help you solve the problem of eating in this ancient environment first." Seeing the professors coming, the director seemed to have a backbone.

"This matter should be referred to the professor of the history department. I am engaged in high-energy physics, so I can't help you." Professor Ding said.

"Then why are you here?" Someone asked suspiciously.

"Come to eat, I'm a bachelor, the cafeteria is not open, and I don't know how to cook." Professor Ding Li said confidently.

Everyone actually thought what he said was very reasonable.

A closer look reveals that those who come to make a living are in the majority.

Professor Li from the Department of History was pushed out.

"Old Li, you are a master who has published many papers, this matter depends on you."

"No, I'm studying ancient Chinese dictionaries. Those of you who work on people's livelihood should seek folklore experts or archaeologists." Professor Li shook his head.

"Then find Old Chen, the archaeologist."

Professor Chen said: "No, no, I specialize in the study of steles, and the guy who cooks and cooks must be Lao Zhao, who is engaged in folklore."

Professor Zhao said: "I study folk and ancient music..."

The director looked at it, and suddenly thought of a scene, and immediately said: "I understand, you are all cooks in the imperial kitchen, you can only chop onions."

No one thought that it was the teachers of the sports university next door who finally solved the problem.

"These things are very easy to use, much more convenient than those of us enthusiasts doing wild survival training." A certain physical education teacher skillfully hit the flint with a scythe and taught everyone to start a fire.

"To collect firewood, we mainly use the straw, corn stalks and straw in the fields... After burning, we need to pile up the fertilized fields. There are very few forests in the plains, and they cannot be cut down. The main reason is that the forests belonged to the landlords in ancient times, and the common people cut them down. Get beaten."

"Okay, hurry up and make a strategy, post it as a notice, and teach the citizens how to use it. Moreover, we are a super-large city with 12 million people. This is definitely beyond the reach of ancient productivity. The existing materials can last for two weeks, but absolutely not. Long-term operation." The director continued.

Everyone nodded.

This is inevitable. The population of large ancient cities was on the order of one million at most, and such cities must have smooth waterways to supply food, cloth and various necessities. Cities without waterways are difficult to break through to this scale.

The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal was built for this purpose.

"That is to say, the people should be scattered to the surrounding area in an orderly manner, and let them use the surrounding land to live."

"Most people have to change jobs to become farmers."

"Farmers' life is hard, can they bear this crime?" Some people expressed doubts.

"This is the price of becoming 18 years old, and they have to bear it if they don't want to." Another person emphasized.

That being said, when the people from the Department of City Affairs started to promote it, they were met with instinctive opposition from everyone.

"I don't want to be an ancient farmer. I know that farming is exhausting just by watching costume dramas."

"Whoever wants to go will go."

"But do you have a job? Now you can't find a job." The staff of the Department of Market Affairs explained.

Everyone was silent.

Most people do non-substantial work, which is completely useless in this ancient environment.

Such as lawyers, economics...

"We have counted that each household can have at most half a month's worth of food, rice and noodles. If you save a little, it's a month, and if you waste it, it's a week. Do you want to wait until a month later and starve to death?"

"This matter should be resolved by you, I remember, I seem to remember something?" Someone wanted to say a few words, but found that he couldn't think of it.

"We are all ordinary people. At most, we can find some strategies for everyone to maintain order. It is impossible to create something out of nothing. That is something only gods can do."

"Yes, we can ask the gods, since we can do it by turning us into 18 years old, why not just give us a steady stream of granaries?" Someone excitedly said.

Don't say this, it really aroused the approval of many people.

"Self-reliance is the kingly way. Turning back to 18 years old may be a mysterious phenomenon. You can pray to God, but you can't pin your hopes on it." The staff continued.

Everyone nodded.

Then they began to pray to God.

Naturally, the matter went nowhere.

The question is, who should evacuate and who should stay?

There are benefits to staying because properties are readily available.

After the evacuation, it is necessary to rebuild the house, which is a big project. The ancients used years to build a good house.

What's more, the courtyard they live in now was only able to live in a large family in ancient times.

They can only temporarily live in some grass houses and wooden houses, provided that there is enough wood.

Those who are more savvy can see that there will be a big chaos in a month at most.

People started moving around, forming groups.

The people in the Marketing Department are exhausted. In the past, these things were handled by the computer management system. Now there is no such convenience, and they have to come to the door in person.

Recruiting manpower requires materials.

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"Oh, look at what you made, it's a mess, okay? It's not good." Fuqiu complained.

"Hearing what you said, you seem like a human being, but I'm like a monster." Lu Zhi said coldly.

"Uh, you haven't heard of it, are you a monster..." Fuqiu became more courageous for some reason.

Maybe after seeing the more terrifying guy, he felt that the original owner was nothing more than that?

To its surprise, Lu Zhi didn't stab it with a knife.

"I'm a monster, well, that's good, let me live in a world of monsters." Lu Zhi nodded, and then began to revise on her PPT.

Fuqiu looked at the busy people outside with sympathetic eyes.

In any case, they never imagined that just as they were about to adapt to the environment, the environment began to change again...