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Chapter 270 - 123 ’The Sun and Z1 Technology’_2

Chapter 270: Chapter 123 ’The Sun and Z1 Technology’_2

The curious contrast made Zhang Feng unable to pinpoint his educational background for the moment,

"Are you really a high school student?"

Zhang Feng asked again, "I feel like your level of understanding could be raised a bit higher."

"High school is just high school." The bearded man waved with one free hand,

"Personally, I don’t like lying about serious academic matters, and also, don’t discuss academic issues with me anymore.

If you ask me academic questions in the future, I won’t answer them again.

Because I’m tired, mentally exhausted."

There was one more thing he didn’t say, he had only that one line to show off with: ’discoveries and inventions’.

Any more and he’d give himself away.

Zhang Feng didn’t care about that, he just asked, "Who made this invention? Do you know about it?"

"I don’t know." The bearded man shook his head, "But many ’materialists’ can make it, why? Do you want to learn this craft?"

The materialists were those who made batteries on the wasteland.

Generally, they were found in large survivor bases.

Zhang Feng knew that too.

But in his heart, he wanted to find the inventor, or the team, to get the original research data.

However, for now, it seemed best to find a large base city, and learn from someone first.

Just right for resting his leg.

As he was thinking about this, it was approaching eight o’clock, and the sun had set.

Casually, he turned off the air conditioning to save power.

Zhang Feng, with nothing else to do, counted the supplies in the car again: a water dispenser barrel, more than half full.

Soda bottles, five full and one half full.

Food, fifteen buns, and six pounds of jerky.

Zhang Feng had already eaten more than half of it, previously there was nine pounds of jerky, and twenty buns.

"Cripple, how can you eat so much?" The bearded man was still driving, seeing Zhang Feng counting supplies, he asked a few questions, "Didn’t see you eating so much a couple of days ago."

"Because there wasn’t enough to eat a few days ago." Zhang Feng casually replied, then reflected on himself.

Now he was very full, his spirit had opened up, and blood qi had gathered.

The five viscera began to resonate, and inner strength was slowly emerging.

Everything was developing in a normal direction.

"By the way." Zhang Feng thought of something and asked the bearded man, "Where are you planning to find water?"

In his memory, he had always lived near that city.

The water source was from various sewers and some holes dug by others, drilling into deep soil seeped out some, bit by bit.

Food was exchanged for with the water source.

Some people grew heat-resistant new varieties of vegetables in city houses, which could be exchanged.

Or, set up traps with people in the city to catch some of the weaker Sun Beasts, or animals that ran into the city.

Overall, it was just about getting by, not starving.

If it weren’t for running into the bearded man by the city edge a few days ago, and deciding to go out and have a look,

he would probably still be living like this.

"There’s a former lake over there." The bearded man spoke frankly when answering Zhang Feng’s question, pointing ahead,

"When I came here a while ago, I saw the dry lake bed, and many wells were drilled there.

Many people were fetching water there."

"Many people?" Zhang Feng concluded quickly based on memory and apocalypse experience, "If they can coexist peacefully, they must be own people from a survivor base.

There should be a survivor base nearby.

Let’s go, fetch water first, then look around, and try to make contact."

Zhang Feng wanted to take a look, primarily at places with many people, not only might he learn about battery knowledge, he could also inquire about that subway station.

"Survivor base?" The bearded man looked at Zhang Feng strangely, "Is that a term you made up? Sounds interesting."

Here, for those who survived, they weren’t called survivors, still just like normal, no special names.

"Just a random name." Zhang Feng didn’t want to explain, "How far is that lake you mentioned from here?"

"About two hundred li (about 100 kilometers)." The bearded man’s gaze wandered, anyway, no cars were on the road.

However, there were quite a few rusty car wrecks on both sides of the highway outside the city.

In the early days of the disaster, some organized survivors to clear the roads.

But as the strange weather and wars gradually spread, coupled with radiation and Sun Beasts.

Twenty years passed, slowly things ended, and barely one in a hundred humans survived.

In a city with a million-level population, it was now good if ten thousand survived.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was also observing these cars, seeing some parts with obvious twisted marks.

These were the marks left by Sun Beasts.

Their constitution was very high, and mature beasts generally around 50.

But tigers, for example, might reach 70~80.

Large animals like elephants, due to their size, needed too much food and basically starved to death.

Including these predatory animals like tigers, they weren’t very common in urban areas.

More were found in mountainous and cave areas, which were considered a paradise for Sun Beasts, forming an ecosystem that was also on the verge of collapse.

He’d heard about all this on the ’base broadcasts’.

There was also a small survivor base in the city where Zhang Feng was, but it broke up last year due to internal conflicts.

Anyway, humanity was just in a constant cycle of internal and external challenges.

In such an orderless wasteland, there was no such thing as stable and long-term cooperation.

Zhang Feng understood this well.

Just like the previous apocalyptic worlds.

If it weren’t for himself being the leader, with strong power, suppressing so many apocalypse villains.

That society would’ve collapsed long ago.

Those villains all wanted to run their territories, be kings, enjoy everyone’s service and resources.

...

In his thoughts, and with occasional words from the bearded man.

The car drove along the night road, arriving at a place that was once a lakeside in the suburbs.

Clack—

Opened the car door and got off.