Chapter 523:

Chapter 523

It is much more convenient to have a map, so you don’t have to search aimlessly, but there is no real-time positioning and no satellite system.

They immediately set off to the nearest village of Xinzhuang...

Lin Xiajin turned on the map of the mobile phone. Because there was no real-time positioning, Lin Xiajin could only look at the map and the surrounding environment. Fortunately, there were still road signs on the road, but some of them had already fallen off.

"There should be a steel factory in front." Lin Xiajin said.

Sure enough, after riding for about 1 kilometer, they encountered a large steel factory, and there were several dilapidated blue trucks outside the factory.

There are still a lot of steel bundled on the car, but unfortunately these steel materials are of no use to Lin Xiajin for the time being.

There are mutated zombies in the cockpit of the car, but they can't seem to get out, so they slammed the car glass when they heard the movement.

"After passing the steel factory, we will soon arrive at Xinzhuang Village." Lin Xiajin said.

This iron and steel factory is actually built next to Xinzhuang Village, so the pollution in this village must be indispensable, and I don’t know what there can be here!

But I’ve come all the time, it’s not worth it when I go back.

Xinzhuang Village is located in the northeast of Yancheng, 26 kilometers away from Yancheng City, with an area of about 3191 mu.

There are not only steel mills here, but also three shale brick factories established by using barren slopes to develop shale. These are the main sources of income for the village before the end of the world.

There are 440 households and 924 people in the village... Lin Xiajin looked at the details on the map and gave a brief introduction.

I didn’t expect the map backed up by the phone to be quite detailed….

"Um!"

More than 900 people, not all of them are outside, maybe most of them are in the room, and most of these 900 people and inside are middle-aged and elderly people.

The threat of middle-aged and elderly transformed zombies is very small, so there may only be half of the dangerous zombies, and half of the zombies can be dealt with by Lin Xiajin and Xiao Nuo, but the two of them may need to chop for two or three hours.

The roads outside the village have all been connected, and street lights have been installed around them, but most of the street lights have fallen off, and the road into the village has been repaired very spaciously.

"Let's go there!" Lin Xiajin pointed to a row of trees not far away.

Because she found a row of hawthorn trees! Lin Xiajin's space has a lot of seeds, which are very complete, as well as all kinds of excellent breedings that she cultivated, all of which she brought out from the school's Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

But there are very few trees, because most of the trees are cultivated from saplings, and it is very troublesome for her to cultivate.

"Okay!" Xiao Nuo responded, and took Lin Xiajin straight there. There were wide ditches on both sides of the road, and motorcycles could not pass.

So the two people stopped the motorcycle, seeing that there was no one around, the two people did not lock the motorcycle.

There are just two rows of hawthorn trees planted here. The fruiting period of hawthorn trees is from September to October, and now is the time to bear fruit.

But the hawthorns in these two rows had no fruit, only a few rotten fruits on the ground.

It seems that these hawthorn trees have been picked by someone?

Lin Xiajin didn't think too much, so she found a better fruit tree, dug it out, and put it in her own space.

At this moment, the little bun in space was tired and fell asleep, and Xiao Yunduo covered him with a thin blanket.

In fact, the temperature in the space has always been constant, and after the little cloud absorbs enough crystal beads, it can change the weather in the space arbitrarily, of course, this is a later story!

(end of this chapter)

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