ol The woman in professional attire initially showed some disdain and wanted to say what a few kilograms of mugwort leaves were for and what kind of garlic could be packed here, but then she turned around and heard again, how many tons? Tons? She stuttered a little: "It's a ton? It's a few tons.

?Isn’t it a few kilograms or a few taels?”

The unit of ton is two thousand times that of kilogram. Although women were also clerks in Xinlan, but in the last days, there are not many materials that can measure tons.

It's a pity that Jingshu ignored her or answered her, because Mr. Zhang had already rushed over excitedly, got out of her way, and excitedly talked to Jingshu about the acquisition of Aiye: "Hey, girl, you are really

Our lucky star, having so many mugwort leaves really solves our urgent need!"

Hearing that there were so many mugwort leaves, some protective measures were taken. Just when everyone was taking a breath, the wounded man lying on the ground trembled violently, rolled his eyes and died.

Mr. Zhang's assistant came forward to check and said: "It should be insects that have sneaked into the internal organs... gnawing at the heart."

Mr. Zhang frowned and knelt down to check, and shook his head: "It was because he suddenly ran out of breath. It should be a bug that got into the brain, which caused this situation."

The atmosphere became cold again.

"Mr. Zhang, what should I do with the body? We can't cremate it now, and the body bag isn't that strong. If we leave it alone, there will be bugs crawling out, or there will be female bugs laying eggs and hatching more bugs..."

At this point, many people took a step back.

"You can't find the bugs inside, so why not bury them on the spot to avoid harming us all." A little fat man in the crowd whispered.

Burying it on the spot means throwing the body down and letting it be eaten by more insects.

Jun Bao walked up coldly and glared at the little fat man who didn't know what he meant. "My soldiers, as many as they came when they came, will be needed when they go back. Even if the corpses are eaten, the skeletons must be taken back."

Everyone was in shock.

Jingshu doesn't know if the tyrant is such a good person, but she knows that this is to stabilize the morale of the army.

Jun Bao asked Dr. Zhang: "Is there any way to prevent it?"

"Put the corpse in my closed laboratory. I just have to do some research. I will dissect and remove all the bugs and then seal them. With Jingshu's moxa leaves, I think the situation will be better."

Jun Bao then urgently dispatched airtight protective suits: "There are only a thousand sets of protective suits, but you are the elite among the elites in this operation, so I have priority."

Everyone present put on protective clothing again, and instantly felt that the level of safety had improved a lot.

Jingshu secretly put on a leather raincoat under her protective clothing and applied some insect killer essence. If she wasn't afraid of being too stuffy, she would definitely put on a layer of body armor. Jingshu has never been careless about her own safety.

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The mugwort leaves were quickly distributed to various points in the cars. Everyone had to put down what they were doing, rub out the moxa sticks needed for their own cars, and then smoke them up and down, inside and out, before they could feel at ease.

The command room stipulates that fumigation must be done every three hours.

Even the elites in the command car had to rub their own Aizhu. They all sat on the conference table and rubbed the Aizhu carefully.

"Jingshu, it's dangerous outside. We should all be together to take care of you. If you get motion sick, go lie down in my lounge."

Others didn't say anything about such privileges. Most people recognized the reality and knew that the status of a big boss who could provide several tons of medicinal materials was certainly unusual among those in power.

Jun Bao said this, what could Jing Shu do? She had no choice but to end her short and comfortable life in the Hulk RV, and when she came back, she was carrying a huge black box, and there was a fat chicken behind her.

Each person and one chicken has been strictly inspected and smoked. In fact, there is no need to worry, because it is seamlessly connected by the Hulk. When the huge mouth appears at the door, no one thinks that there can be insects.

As expected, the arrival of the fat chicken almost shocked the elites present, but everyone was relatively well-educated. Although they were surprised that they could fit an egg into their mouths, they didn't say anything.

Jun Bao explained: "This is because Jingshu's grandma was afraid of starving her, so she brought the hens that laid eggs."

"I've never seen such a big chicken before."

"Bigger than a turkey."

"It's as strong as a calf and doesn't know what to eat until it grows up."

"How many eggs can you lay?"

The door to the lounge was closed, and no one paid attention to the people inside, because it was dinner time. It was special potato pancakes, frozen cauliflower soup soaked in cold water, and a dry and hard rice ball, which was soaked in water.

Lai is just a pick-me-up.

This is already a top-level configuration and is a special offering.

The group of people ate with mouths full of oil, but they were extremely satisfied, especially now that they were not allowed to open the door at will, the cooking classes were stopped, and even hot water was not supplied.

Everyone was enjoying their meal, and a strong aroma wafted out.

"Do you smell the mutton soup?"

"Hiss...it smells so good. Is it my imagination?"

Then, an increasingly strong fragrance came from the lounge.

First, Hao Yunlai, who was in a daze, gave his share to Wanzi.

Jun Bao moved his index finger, then waved his hand and handed the food to his assistants. He said casually: "You guys eat first." Then he walked into the lounge one step at a time, hands behind his back.

The moment the lounge opened, everyone saw a big pot, with white smoke coming out, and the faint sound of boiling could be heard, and then a large piece of fat and thin meat was rinsed in the pot, and then picked up.

, it is already a thin slice of meat that is fragrant and oily.

I don’t know what kind of sauce it is dipped in, but it seems to contain sesame, chopped green onion and sesame oil.

The hot-pot meat covered with sauce was put into the mouth casually, and the fat and lean meat squeezed each other and burst out with juice...

Hao Yunlai held the meal in his hand, moved his nose, and suddenly woke up from his sleep. Then he handed his portion to Wanzi and came to the rest room impatiently.

Finally, he closed the door.

The saliva was swallowed over and over again. Some people moved their noses vigorously, and some people smashed their mouths, as if they were still savoring the taste of the scene just now.

Just now I thought it was a top-notch food, but it suddenly lost its flavor.

Even the cauliflower rice was tasteless.

There was only one thought in my mind: I couldn't eat meat, so even if I could drink some soup, it would be delicious.

In the lounge.

Hao Yunlai, who was elected as the squad leader of the gang, smiled shyly and said: "Mirror, you are still as meticulous as ever."

How can it not be delicate? At this time, Jingshu took the green onion tray that was growing luxuriantly, cut the green onions for them on the spot, and took out the potted coriander and pulled out some seedlings.

The chopped green onion, garlic and coriander available anytime and anywhere are more lively than before.
Chapter completed!