The amount of fabric is more than enough. Not to mention that there is still stock in the factory, the roll in front of everyone is enough to complete the paving of the inside of the storage tank.

This is the first time that the survivors have done something so "rich". Without the shortage of supplies, their most real feeling at the moment is only one word: "refreshing".

He quickly cut the fabric into pieces, and in order to ensure that the water storage effect could achieve the desired purpose, Zhao Yunhai specially ordered everyone to lay three layers of lining when laying it out.

Although Wang Jun repeatedly said that the waterproof performance of this fabric was excellent, and listed relevant test results, hoping to dispel Zhao Yunhai's repeated thoughts.

But for Zhao Yunhai, who has always been strict about things, it is difficult for him to believe anything that has not been verified with his own eyes.

Especially for these domestically produced products, although the test data on the surface are very bright. But as Zhao Yunhai, who is in a similar industry, he still looks at these data very cautiously, because he is also aware of the "doorways" of gray supervision.

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Therefore, to be on the safe side, Zhao Yunhai tactfully declined Wang Jun's "kind reminder" and insisted on covering the water storage tank with three layers of waterproof coating fabric.

After all, rain is harvested by the sky. You can't control when it comes or how much it comes. Therefore, there is absolutely no room for any interference in water storage, because it is related to the life and death of the entire factory.

After finishing the three water storage tanks, everyone worked together to move them under the drainage pipes that had just been installed.

In addition, Tang Xiaoquan followed suit and covered all the long plastic frames used to hold semi-finished clothing materials in the factory with waterproof fabrics.

Although the size and area of ​​these things cannot be compared with that of huge wooden water storage tanks, their water storage effects are exactly the same.

Perhaps inspired by Tang Xiaoquan's behavior, the remaining Wenquan Xin and others also began to search around the factory area for things that could be used to store water.

Finally, when the break was announced at noon for lunch, the entire factory collected nearly 30 items of water storage, large and small, odd and small. Among them were mineral water bottles, Coke cans, washbasins, etc.

Let’s put it this way, the current status of “Zhongkun Textile” really echoes the old saying:

"Everything is ready, all it takes is rain!"

Since the final steps of exposing the rice to the sun and molting its shells had not yet been completed, everyone who had been busy for a long time could only rely on clear soup and little water to satisfy their hunger at noon.

Fortunately, the survivors did not have much to do in the afternoon, otherwise these so-called "foods" alone would not be enough to support their huge physical exertion.

After hastily finishing their lunch, everyone started chatting away.

Lao Zhao and Lin Junfu took out their chessboards and started a new round of chess.

Naturally, young people like Wang Qiang are not very interested in such brain-consuming things as playing chess. They prefer simple and violent entertainment projects such as playing cards.

Therefore, Wang Qiang asked straight to the point: "Guan Lin, do you have poker cards here?"

"Yes!" Lin Junfu, who kept his eyes straight and devoted himself to the battle, did not raise his head. He just responded quietly, then opened a drawer beside him and took out two well-packaged playing cards.

He threw it out casually: "Go on!"

"Okay!" Wang Qiang immediately took the flying poker in his hand and shouted proudly at the top of his voice: "Come on, come on! Brothers, hurry up and get started."

Since Wu and Hu Xiaodong were responsible for guarding the gate in the afternoon, Da Zhuang and Da Guo, who were on duty, took their place at the table.

Tang Xiaoquan, on the other hand, had no choice but to be forced onto the table under the shouts of everyone, and his opponent was naturally his good brother Wang Qiang.

However, Wang Qiang was not very interested in this, and could even be said to be quite contemptuous. He kept nagging from his mouth, "You will be smarter later" and "You are playing your cards right."

"", "Don't drag me back" and other joking remarks can be seen clearly.

Not long after the battle began, Tang Xiaoquan, who was overwhelmed by his poker prowess, gradually revealed the ruthlessness of his poker skills.

For Wei Dazhuang and Wang Daguo who have been staying in the countryside for a long time, after the busy work of farming is over, the most popular entertainment items are mahjong and poker.

Therefore, poker games such as Landlords and 80 points are as childish to them.

Even Wang Qiang, who considered his poker skills to be pretty good, was no match for them.

Of course, regardless of whether he is an opponent or not, Wang Qiang will definitely not take the responsibility for losing cards on himself.

In addition, his temper is already irritable. If he doesn't lose, he will be angry. Once he loses, he will spit out all kinds of unpleasant and disgusting slurs like machine gun fire.

Tang Xiaoquan's eyebrows knitted together tightly. He really couldn't understand why this was obviously a recreational project, so it had to be more stressful than a war.

As time went by, Tang Xiaoquan finally could not withstand his brothers' offensive, and surrendered and was defeated.

Leaving the noisy card table, Tang Xiaoquan was truly burdened. He twisted his sore neck, then walked to the next table to watch the "Battle of the Century" between Lin Junfu and Zhao Yunhai.

Above the small chess game, an invisible smoke of gunfire is taking place.

Lin Junfu deserves to be born as a traffic policeman, and his offensive posture is as fierce as his temperament.

On the other hand, Zhao Yunhai was neither impatient nor impatient, and his solid defense was also consistent with his status as a scholar.

No wonder people often say that life is like chess. Seeing Lin and Zhao's distinctive chess skills, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After watching like this for more than half an hour, Tang Xiaoquan gradually felt a little tired.

After all, the boredom of just watching without being able to play in person is very torturous.

Wang Qiang yelled there as usual. Although he didn't know how Wenquan Xin could bear the latter's unpleasant ghost howl, Tang Xiaoquan was sure that the latter's poker skills were definitely better than his. This could be seen from the faces of Wei Dazhuang and Wang Daguo.

The pasted white strip is visible.

After staying indoors for another ten minutes, Tang Xiaoquan finally walked out of the house unbearably due to the noise and dirty air.

Subconsciously I glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "3:30".

It was still early, so Tang Xiaoquan had to find something to do for himself to improve his tranquility, which was getting increasingly tired.
Chapter completed!