funbook-pk Chapter 541 Investigation
Chapter 541 Investigation
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That eerie high-ranking figure who was squatting at the entrance of the city lord's mansion, making even a veteran Sequence Seven feel uneasy, was actually playing the role of "epidemic prevention worker" on the farm?
He remained silent for a moment, then decided to put the question aside for the time being.
He's already been shocked enough today, so one more won't make a difference.
"What's that over there?" He pointed to a slightly elevated area behind the farm.
"That's a school," Fu Xiaojian said.
"Xiao Shi and Xiao He are taking classes there. If you're interested, you can go and take a look."
Zheng Fangzhou was certainly interested.
He followed Fu Xiaojian across the farm, walking along a compacted dirt path toward the school.
This place is connected to the school, from which you can go directly to the farm and experimental fields.
Because of Zhao Fei, the farm's odor was almost negligible, and the children in the school would help out on the farm or experimental fields whenever they had free time.
This was also a decision made by Fu Xiaojian.
He didn't want these children after the apocalypse to not even recognize basic crops.
Therefore, even these little guys need to participate in necessary labor.
Several wooden stakes were stuck in the field ridges by the roadside, with newly sprouted vines twining around them. The tender green leaves curled slightly in the morning light, like newly opened palms.
We walked along the ridges into the backyard of the school.
The school is also made of pure stone, with a round dome that resembles a panda, making it highly recognizable.
Several strings of dried chili peppers and green beans were still hanging from the eaves of the school.
The morning light slanted in through the window, casting bright beams of light on the ground.
Xiao Shi stood on the steps at the entrance of the school, holding a booklet in his hands, and was reading something in a low voice.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up, grinned when he saw Fu Xiaojian, revealing a set of neat white teeth.
Then his gaze fell on Zheng Fangzhou, and he paused for a moment.
"Uncle Fu, who is this...?"
"Guest, is it your turn to be on duty today? Anyone skipping class?"
"Yes, Xiaohe and I were on duty today. 17 people were expected, and 17 people were present! No one skipped class!"
"Then why are you still here?"
"We have a practical lesson today. Xiaohe and Teacher Mijia went to invite Teacher Su Su. I'll wait for them here."
"Okay, I'll take the guests inside for a tour first!" After saying goodbye to Xiao Shi, Fu Xiaojian led Zheng Fangzhou into the school.
The interior of the school was brighter than Zheng Fangzhou had imagined.
Morning light streamed down through the skylight in the arched dome, casting warm beams of light onto the bluestone ground. Tiny dust particles floated within these beams, like stars frozen in time.
Several hand-drawn posters were pasted on the wall. Some depicted the various stages of plant growth, some marked common eerie features and how to deal with them, and one showed a huge, emerald green tree with its canopy covering the entire sheet of paper. Under the tree, many small figures were drawn, holding hands and forming a circle.
Zheng Fangzhou stood in front of that painting for a long time.
The style was naive, the lines were crooked and the coloring went beyond the boundaries, but the overwhelming, pure, and undisguised joy made his throat tighten slightly.
He had seen countless reports, countless data, and countless experts describing the shape of the apocalypse in the most precise language at the underwater central hub.
But no report made him feel as clearly as this painting that there were still people living with such hope in the apocalypse.
There aren't many classes in the school because most of the children are under 10 years old.
At Luo's age, he has already left the confines of school.
So when Fu Xiaojian and the other two came in, the little guys, who had been quiet, soon revealed their true nature and became lively, sticking close to the three of them and asking them all sorts of questions.
"Lord City Lord, there are eggs in the canteen today. You can have mine. Could you please let Sister Su Su teach us for a few more days?"
"Yes, yes, Sister Su Su is so kind, I'll give you my eggs too!"
The kids don't have many hands-on classes; they mostly take general education courses.
Moreover, the purpose of the practical training is simply to familiarize them with the way of survival in the apocalypse in advance, so as not to turn them into hothouse flowers.
"You'll have to discuss this with your teacher, Ms. Su! In principle, I agree!"
Apart from Mi Jia, the person in charge of the school, other people who come to teach at the school do not receive a "firework point".
It depends on who the little ones can invite.
Even if you can invite someone, it's considered an extra course.
Most people readily accepted the invitation, even though telling some little stories from their migration journey was incredibly beneficial for the little ones.
Mija is also exploring how to better educate these little ones, especially since a large number of them don't even have a single relative.
This is quite a challenge for Mija, who hasn't even graduated from university yet.
Fortunately, these little ones showed a maturity and understanding beyond their years, which greatly reduced Mija's work pressure.
"What about the older children?" Zheng Fangzhou asked.
"Them? They don't belong here!"
The city of Fire is severely understaffed; children over 10 years old are already capable of doing what they can.
Players like Ronaldinho are considered key members of the team.
Fu Xiaojian didn't say it directly, but Zheng Fangzhou already understood.
Having seen many high-ranking sequences in the City of Fire, Zheng Fangzhou was somewhat unsurprised to encounter Su Su's Sequence 5 again.
He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mija was a Sequence 1. That's more like it, isn't it?
The group greeted each other, and Zheng Fangzhou also watched the kids' practical lesson for a while.
In his view, all the teachers, including the children, treated it as a real practical lesson, and no one took it lightly.
Teachers are serious, and students are even more serious.
Watching the tiny child practice kicking and punching, a pang of sadness welled up in his heart.
After visiting the school, Fu Xiaojian and Shao Bing took him around the city, which allowed Fu Xiaojian to conduct a new survey of the city's residents.
However, as things stand, everything is on track now.
"Thank you both so much for today!"
By the time the three of them descended the city wall, the sun was already high in the sky.
The light of the blood-red sun filtered through the branches and leaves of the World Tree, transforming into a warm, gentle gold that fell upon the city.
The canteen was already quite full.
Long tables were joined together in two rows, and people sat in groups of three or five with bowls in their hands. The bowls contained steamed buns, and the side dishes were scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cucumber salad, and stir-fried cabbage. The dishes were simple but brightly colored.
Each little one also had an extra boiled egg in their bowl.
Zheng Fangzhou followed Fu Xiaojian to the window. Liang Hong, who was in charge of serving food, glanced at Fu Xiaojian, then at Zheng Fangzhou, and nodded as a greeting, without stopping her work.
"Is this so lavish?"
Zheng Fangzhou looked at the steaming dishes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
His meals at the underwater hub weren't bad; the nutritional ratio was scientific, the calories were sufficient, and the taste was acceptable. However, those were all standardized products made from hydroponic or synthetic ingredients.
Opportunities to eat fresh vegetables are not frequent.
He hadn't seen food like this in a long time, with its wok hei (the smoky aroma from a wok), the marks of uneven cooking, and the warmth of human connection.
"The rice harvest will be in another two weeks, and then the meals will only be more plentiful."
Liang Hongli deftly added a large spoonful of each of the three dishes to the group.
"More if you're not full, we'll make sure you're well-fed today." The wheat city has already begun storing grains, so there's no shortage of staple foods.
The rice was only planted a few days ago, and it will be many more days before it can be harvested.
Other vegetables, while not as plentiful as before the apocalypse, were still sufficient for the city's needs.
The vegetables grow at a rate that is more than enough to meet the city's needs, and there is even a surplus.
Zheng Fangzhou, holding his bowl, found a seat by the window and sat down.
Fu Xiaojian did not sit down next to him.
He knew that after the apocalypse, anyone who took this job would lose their composure.