Chapter 49: Chapter 48: A Day in the Life of Zhao Qianju (Part 1)
After discovering the mysterious microorganism in the Earth Vein Flame,
the laboratory spent another two days conducting multiple experiments.
Ultimately, Elder Liu’s team confirmed that this microorganism is precisely the source of the ’Yin Sha Power’.
The Life Laboratory named this microorganism ’Y’, implying the pinyin initial of the word Yin, and the particles it produces are Y particles.
Two days later.
Lin Li, upon receiving the experimental results, dared not delay and promptly reported this finding to the headquarters, awaiting further instructions.
At the same time,
the first batch of movers recruited in the city also gathered at the city gate under the organization of the Wei Mansion.
The Wei Mansion assigned Wei Youqiu, from a collateral branch of the fourth house, to handle the handover with the bunnies.
He is also the second most fluent in Huaxia language within the entire Wei Mansion, next to Wei Niandong.
In fact, whether it’s Wei Niandong or Wei Youqiu,
both of them are ordinary four-spiritual root individuals, and their status in the mansion wasn’t high, only managing some fringe small businesses.
Their only hobby was flipping through the Huaxia language textbooks (compiled by Cheng Shiqing) left by the ancestors during their leisure time, being considered cultural enthusiasts.
In their hometown, there are actually many such people.
There are those who self-learn Neon language by watching anime, those who learn Korean by watching dramas, and those who play with Morse Code.
The most outrageous are those who research oracle bone script on their own and write an 800-word essay in it during exams, a super freak.
In the original trajectory of life, Wei Niandong and Wei Youqiu could either die in beast tides or grow old guarding their businesses.
But with the arrival of the bunnies, Wei Niandong and Wei Youqiu instantly turned from mascots into hot commodities.
Today, Wei Niandong went to the city station as usual to manage language compiles, while Wei Youqiu was sent to the city gate to conduct the handover with Yan Shaohua.
At this moment,
Yan Shaohua stood before the throng, estimating that the time was about right, and asked Wei Youqiu:
"Brother Youqiu, is the headcount finished?"
Wei Youqiu wiped the sweat on his forehead, unsure if it was due to heat or hurry, and quickly flipped through the roster several times:
"Captain Yan, according to the records from when we recruited the workers.
Today, four hundred fifty-six refugees should be present, but only four hundred thirty-eight showed up.
Those remaining... probably won’t come."
Yan Shaohua nodded, suddenly thought of something, and glanced back within the city.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Instantly, countless heads within the city gate vanished behind the walls as quickly as moles in a 4399 mini-game.
"Hopefully, they won’t call me to bring them along after a while."
Yan Shaohua grinned, turned around, and waved a hand:
"Each of you, lead all the refugees, get on the bus!"
That’s right, get on the bus.
For the bunnies, today will be the construction maniacs’ debut in another world.
The observations and experiences of the civilian movers throughout this process.
Will inevitably influence the perception of the bunnies among Chixian City’s civilian class for a long time.
In a way, it wouldn’t be wrong to say they served as guinea pigs this time.
Therefore, to ’entertain’ these otherworld movers,
the bunnies specially transferred eight 72-seater Golden Dragon-branded tourist buses—after all, it’s the first time, letting them stand and hold the handrails on public transport would be too unfriendly.
Also considering potential symptoms like motion sickness or nausea among the otherworld civilians,
each bus has a medical team of four standing by at all times.
The lineup of eight buses was indeed impressive.
However, the refugees weren’t excessively surprised.
After all, although the Damo Realm doesn’t have such large fuel vehicles, there are ample spirit-stone-consuming carriages.
For instance, within the Wei Mansion, there are several land vehicles capable of carrying multiple people, and a small flying ship that can accommodate seven.
So for these civilians,
although the buses looked somewhat peculiar, they weren’t extraordinary creations beyond comprehension—like Dyson spheres, for instance.
After all, this is a world of cultivating immortals,
and according to folklore, there are super cities thousands of miles away with teleportation arrays, a bug-level item violating common sense.
Nonetheless, seeing is believing.
For the first time on such ’luxurious’ transport, the foreign workers were somewhat stirred internally.
Take Zhao Qianju at this moment.
He gingerly felt the textile on the back of the front seat, becoming increasingly astonished.
Though now reduced to a refugee, Zhao Qianju used to be a proper tailor.
For him,
identifying the grade and price of materials by touch is a skill deeply embedded in his DNA.
For example, the pink fabric (seat cover) is fine and resilient, incredibly soft to the touch, an excellent material for outerwear.
If made into clothing, it could last at least a year or two of wear.
The cushion beneath and the backrest behind him provided a comfortable sensation with a clear elastic feedback.
Soft and pink, just a reach would find water (bottled water nestled in the grid), making one reluctant to leave the plush embrace.
A few years ago, when making servant uniforms for the Zhu Family in Donglin City, even the chief steward’s cotton cushion was not as good as this.
Zhao Pengju roughly calculated,
and was immediately shocked, trembling all over:
The cost of materials for the entire seat could sustain a five-member ordinary family for more than half a year!
At this moment, there were quite a few refugees on the bus behaving just like Zhao Qianju.
Upon judging the value in their hearts,
many dared not even sit and stood up in fright.
Those who have taken a bus might know
that due to the cushions and the air conditioning outlets above, standing in a bus is an awkward affair.
Even if you stand well, your body will inevitably touch various parts.
But these refugees managed the impossible, employing awkward postures to ’snugly’ fit in the gaps of the narrow seating space without touching a piece of fabric.
When the first few refugees stood up, the experts monitoring the onboard images at the Fire Camp didn’t think much:
After all, the bus was already running, causing some vibration on the floor; it’s entirely understandable that some refugees felt uneasy initially.
In such cases, it’s best for the refugees to self-adjust, with no need for human intervention.
But as more stood up, the command center experts gradually sensed something amiss.
They had to admit,
the experts dispatched to the Damo Realm were indeed skilled.
After some basic psychological and micro-expression analysis, the team figured out the root cause within minutes:
These refugees likely regarded the seats and covers as some valuable items!
Knowing the problem, solving it was easy—Yan Shaohua directly pulled Wei Youqiu over, and with both of them comforting the refugees bus by bus, the group finally calmed down.
After a bout of bustling activity, the bus convoy officially departed.
Half an hour later, the buses arrived at the entrance of the Fire Camp.
Due to the seating arrangement, Zhao Qianju was the first to get off.
Despite an unprecedented travel experience leaving him slightly dizzy and his stomach uneasy,
he was more concerned about the new environment he was about to face than his physical discomfort.
Was it truly, as the Wei Mansion claimed, three meals a day?
Or would a fierce overseer walk up, iron chain in hand, unleashing a set of five lightning whips?
Hesitating for a long time, Zhao Qianju finally mustered the courage,
slowly poking his head out of the doorway.
Then he witnessed a scene he had never seen in his life:
In a vast and orderly open area, lay countless gigantic entities of strange forms.
These massive entities had thick bases, with a large and long ’arm’ at the front, the end resembling a scoop-like object.
Standing by each of them was a person, donned in uniform orange-yellow attire, appearing efficient and energetic.
Apart from that,
beside the giant formation,
dozens of apron-clad chefs were bustling back and forth, emitting a tantalizing aroma.
Seeing Zhao Pengju looking at this direction, one of the chefs cheerfully waved to him:
"Hey handsome, want some noodles?"