Chapter 1690 Adaptation
Dongshui City, the former site of a university, has been turned into a school.
A group of university professors were sitting in a thatched cottage, discussing the current situation.
Others can just care about survival. They have to think about the future and sit back and talk. That's a professional habit.
“I discovered that people have lost the psychological basis for reproduction.” Professor A told a terrible fact.
"I have also discovered this. Although it is a good thing to turn eighteen again, without the drive to reproduce, I am worried that our closed city will die in a hundred years at most." Professor B worried.
"I have a bigger worry, who will cook at noon?" Professor C looked around, "The aunties and master chefs in the cafeteria have gone home..."
"Why? We didn’t fire them,” Professor A said in surprise.
"They said they don't know how to use the large earthen stoves we have now. It would take several days to cook for hundreds of people. Let us find a way ourselves." Professor C said helplessly.
“……”
Everyone was silent. This was not a joke. It was very troublesome to light a fire in a big earthen stove, let alone cook.
“It seems that we are not considering the issue of reproduction now, but the issue of eating and clothing.” Professor A said cautiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the guard came in: "Gentlemen, there are people from the Yamen outside the door. Please discuss what to do next."
"Old Zhangtou, you are The change is fast enough, now you start calling me master?" Professor B joked.
"That's because I often read novels. Looking at this, isn't it like traveling back to ancient times collectively? Of course we have to pick up these ancient rules." The guard said plausibly.
"Okay, you boy must be promising."
A group of professors followed the guard and left, and then met the people from the former Municipal Affairs Department. Maybe it should be called the Prefect Yamen now?
Director, deputy director, secretary, staff from various departments...
At this time, they were at a loss to deal with the drastic changes in the situation.
"Professors, you know better. Let me first help you solve the problem of eating in this ancient environment." When the director saw the professors coming, he seemed to have a backbone.
"This matter should be brought to the attention of a professor in the history department. I am engaged in high-energy physics and cannot help." Professor Ding said.
"Then what are you doing here?" someone asked doubtfully.
"Come for dinner. I'm a bachelor. The cafeteria is not open and I don't know how to cook." Professor Ding said confidently.
Everyone actually thought what he said made sense.
Looking carefully, there are actually a majority of people who come to eat.
Professor Li from the History Department was pushed out.
"Old Li, you are a master who has published many papers. This matter depends on you."
"No, I am studying ancient Chinese dictionaries. You people who work on people's livelihood, You should find a folklore expert or an archaeologist." Professor Li shook his head.
"Then let's find Old Chen from archeology."
Professor Chen said: "No, no, I specialize in studying stone tablets. The guy who cooks must be engaged in folk customs. Lao Zhao.”
Professor Zhao said: "I study folk 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 dining room , I only know how to chop onions.”
No one thought that the final solution to the problem was the teachers from the physical education university next door.
“These things are very easy to use, much more convenient than us enthusiasts doing outdoor survival training.” A certain physical education teacher skillfully used a fire sickle to hit flint and taught everyone how to start a fire.
“To collect firewood, we mainly use straw, corn stalks and rice straw in the fields... After burning, we must pile it up to fertilize the 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. Yes, civilians will be beaten if they cut down.”
"Okay, hurry up and come up with a strategy, post it as a notice, and teach citizens how to use it. Moreover, we are a megacity with 12 million people. This is definitely something that ancient productivity cannot afford. The existing supplies can last for two weeks, but it absolutely cannot Long-term operation,” the director continued.
Everyone nodded.
This is inevitable. The population of ancient large cities was in the order of millions at most, and such cities must have smooth waterways to supply food, cloth and various necessities. It is difficult for cities without waterways to break through this scale. .
The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal was built for this purpose.
"That is to say, the people must be dispersed to the surrounding areas in an orderly manner and let them make use of the surrounding land to live." "Most people must change jobs and become farmers."
“Farmers live a hard life, can they bear this?” Some people expressed doubts.
“This is the price of becoming 18 years old. They have to suffer it even if they don’t want to.” Someone else emphasized.
That being said, when the people from the Department of Municipal Affairs started to promote it, they still encountered instinctive opposition from everyone.
“I don’t want to be an ancient farmer. Just watching costume dramas will tell me that farming is tiring.”
"Whoever wants to go can go."
"But do you have a job? Now you can't find your job." The staff of the Municipal Affairs Department explained.
Everyone was silent.
Most people do non-physical work, which is completely useless in this ancient environment.
For example, lawyers, economics...
"We have calculated that each household can only have enough food, rice and noodles for half a month at most. The savings are only one month, and the waste is one week. Do you want to wait until a month later to starve to death?"
"This You should resolve the matter, I remember, I remember something happened?" Someone wanted to say a few words, but found that they couldn't think of it.
"We are all ordinary people. At most, we can find some strategies for everyone and maintain order. It is impossible to make something out of nothing. That is what gods can do."
"Yes. Ah, we can ask the gods, since they can turn us into 18 years old, why not just give us a steady stream of food?" someone said excitedly.
Don’t say this, it really aroused the approval of many people.
"Self-reliance is the way to go. Turning back to 18 may be a mysterious phenomenon. You can pray to God, but you can't place all your hopes on it." The staff continued.
Everyone nodded.
Then they began to pray to God.
Naturally, this matter has no result.
The question is, who should evacuate and who should stay?
There are benefits to staying because the property is readily available.
After the evacuation, the house must be rebuilt, which is a big project. Ancient people often used years to build a good house.
What’s more, the kind of courtyard they live in now could only be afforded by wealthy families in ancient times.
They can only temporarily live in some thatched wooden houses, provided there is enough wood.
Those who are smarter can see that there will be a big chaos within a month at most.
Some people began to move around and form organizations.
The people in the Municipal Affairs Department are very busy. In the past, these matters were handled by computer management systems. Now, without such convenience, they have to go to the door in person.
Recruiting people requires supplies.
…………
“Oh, look at what you made, it’s a mess, is this good? This is not good.” Furball complained.
"Listening to what you said, it seems like you are a human being and I am a monster." Lu Zhi said coldly.
"Well, you haven't heard that you are a monster..." Maoqiu became bolder for some reason.
Maybe after meeting a more terrifying guy, he felt that the original owner was nothing more than that?
What surprised him was that Lu Zhi didn't stab it with a knife.
"I'm a monster, well, that's fine, let me live in a world of monsters." Lu Zhi nodded, and then started to modify her PPT.
Maoqiu looked at the busy people outside with sympathetic eyes.
They never imagined that just when they were about to adapt to the environment, the environment began to change again...
(End of this chapter)