Chapter 129 Water

“So far… more than 90,000 residents of Nan City have mostly been evacuated to shelters. The council and military police are calling on those who have not yet evacuated to reach the shelters as soon as possible to avoid another disaster…”

On the local Nan City online broadcast, the official host was repeating the council's decisions and appeals with extreme dedication.

Li Tianran had already seen the news about the attack on that village. He felt a little heavy-hearted. He had killed the giant crocodile, which could be considered revenge for the dead.

He hoped that those more than 1,300 departed souls could rest in peace!

Li Tianran naturally wouldn't evacuate.

It was no exaggeration to say that at this moment, there was no safer place in Nan City than his farm. If some ignorant Beast King came to attack, he wouldn't mind going to the trouble of having two hot pot meals or grilling some skewers…

Ever since he ate the meat of the evolved crocodile king, Li Tianran no longer found the lv3 beef and mutton he raised to be as delicious. If the levels of the two were to be converted, then the meat quality of the evolved beast should be on par with the taste of lv4 crops!

“Clatter…”

Li Tianran opened a delicate box, took out some tea leaves, put them in a cup, poured water over them, and quietly waited for the aroma of the tea to gradually diffuse.

The meat he ate today seemed a bit salty, making him feel a little thirsty…

This was narcissus tea he grew himself, a type of oolong tea.

The aroma was fragrant and the taste mellow.

Li Tianran picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, then sighed, “I wonder how much a cup of tea like this would sell for outside now?”

Water has always been a necessity for the survival of all living things… except for tardigrades, of course.

It was conceivable that when most of the world's oceans and underground rivers were polluted, potable water would be in high demand.

Within Yan Huang, two major freshwater rivers converge in the south. Previously, the "Dragon Introduction Project" (yin long gongcheng) was established to excavate canals and transport large amounts of water resources from the south to the north. This was a huge project, with waterways dug almost throughout the entire north-south national border!

A large number of water storage stations were established along the water route of the Dragon Introduction Project. Previously, many experts and scholars had criticized this project for being costly and ineffective, but now, these countless water storage stations came in handy.

Although the water quality of the freshwater river at the source had suddenly changed, the independent reservoirs in these storage stations were not affected. The water stored in this vast project, enough to run through the entire national border, was enough to support the normal drinking needs of the country's citizens for forty-five days!

But forget about taking showers or cleaning. This precious fresh water could only be used for drinking, and it wouldn't be extravagant enough to waste it at will!

Of course, even drinking wouldn't be as unrestrained as before. The amount allocated by the state to each person per day was only enough to maintain the normal operation of the body.

But this was lucky enough!

In contrast, the ancient Indian country (Gu Yin Guo) bordering Yan Huang was not so lucky…

…

The ancient Indian country, which directly bordered the Yan Huang border, was now filled with an atmosphere of despair.

Unlike Yan Huang, the ancient Indian country's national conditions implemented a caste system!

The high castes, which accounted for 10 percent of the country's population, occupied high positions and enjoyed 90 percent of the country's resources and wealth, while a large number of low castes lived in misery, struggling on the edge of life and death every day.

Since the world changed, the high castes in the ruling class had mobilized most of the army to the capital to protect the safety of the high caste people.

And the low caste villages and towns that had lost the protection of the army and the supply of resources had been covered in corpses and a scene of hell as early as half a month ago!

A low caste town 3,000 kilometers away from the capital, New Delhi.

Theft, slaughter, and viruses were the themes of this town!

Mutated beasts, robbers, and violent armies had tormented this once vibrant town like an old man on his deathbed, leaving only the last breath…

Nearly 30,000 people used to live in this city, but now, less than 5,000 survived.

Most of the people died in the famine and virus brought by the First Destruction Era. The high castes took everything, and the low castes could only eat the radiated crops, resulting in most of them getting sick and dying, and a small number of them mutating directly, causing some chaos before dying as well.

Here, fragmented corpses could be seen everywhere on the streets.

Although the army had not abandoned this place, it had no intention of protecting these people. They just didn't want to give up the strategic position of this city. As for the life and death of the residents in the city, these soldiers didn't seem to care…

In a dilapidated house, a thin black teenager walked out wearing a thick cotton coat he had stripped from a dead person. His face was full of numbness and sluggishness, his lips were chapped, and his stomach made a loud "gurulu…" sound, even wearing four or five layers of cotton clothes couldn't cover up the sound of hunger.

He hadn't eaten anything for three days. The intense hunger tortured him, making his steps faltering and causing him to have auditory hallucinations in his ears.

However, what was more deadly than hunger was thirst.

Since the Second World Change, he couldn't find a clean water source. The river on the edge of the town had been polluted. He had personally seen several people use iron pots to boil the ice that had been smashed out of the river into water, and after drinking that water, they all died extremely painfully.

This left him with a very strong psychological shadow.

He wrapped his coat tightly, stepped forward, and kept entering and exiting the buildings on both sides of the street that had long been empty, trying to find something to fill his stomach and a clean water source.

But two hours passed, and he still gained nothing.

He slumped down against the wall, his eyes glanced at the military哨岗 (shào gǎng) in the distance. He mustered up his courage and staggered over, knocked on the gate of the哨岗 (shào gǎng), and stammered, "Is anyone there? (Hindi)"

With a clang, the iron gate tied with thorns opened, and two soldiers in uniforms came out. After seeing the black teenager, their eyes showed contempt: "So it's a black dog boy… Get out of the military port and go back to your kennel!"

"Please, give me some food and water… I only need a little compressed biscuit and a person's worth of water, and preferably some medicine." The black teenager trembled, "I have a younger brother, he's dying…"

Before the black teenager could finish speaking, a rifle butt smashed down, straight down on his head!

Buzz!

The black teenager felt a burst of fishy sweetness in his nose and mouth, and his body fell heavily to the ground!

"Vile inferior, get out of here!" The soldier scolded unceremoniously, then kicked him a few times with his heavy military boots: "If you don't get out of here, I'll kill you!"