Chapter 1340 Continuation of Hope
Bags of dry food were soaked by rain, and mold grew wildly on them. The colorful mold spots were like the tentacles of the devil, crawling all over the surface of the food and emitting bursts of disgusting odor.
Some canned foods that were not properly sealed were also not spared. The interior had already spoiled, and the bulging cans seemed to be silently lamenting their own misfortune.
However, there are still unexpected surprises in this devastated ruin.
An old man dug out a small bag of tightly sealed compressed biscuits from the luggage under a pile of broken wooden boards.
The old man picked up the biscuits with trembling hands, his lips trembling slightly, and he kept muttering words of thanks.
That expression seemed as if he was grateful for the precious gift left by the deceased.
Although the number of biscuits in this bag is rare, it is undoubtedly a huge surprise when food is more precious than gold nowadays.
Even more exciting was that a strong young man found several cans in a pile of luggage deeper in the ruins.
The bodies of these cans are covered with rust, and the mottled rust marks are like the vicissitudes of time.
Fortunately, the tank was not damaged.
With a gentle shake, a reassuring clunking sound was heard from inside the can, indicating that the food inside was most likely still edible.
This discovery was like dropping a bombshell into a calm lake, and people around immediately cheered.
There was a gleam of excitement in their eyes, and that light was like bright stars, dispelling the fatigue brought by the long search.
The originally exhausted body seemed to be injected with a mysterious power and was instantly full of vitality.
Everyone became more active and diligent in searching for supplies.
Everyone was like a lit torch, with sharp eyes, searching the ruins more carefully, not missing any corner where supplies might be hidden.
They all have an eager anticipation for the next surprise in their hearts.
In addition, people also found a lot of thick warm clothing.
These clothes are either neatly folded in luggage or scattered in the corners of the ruins, like a warm island forgotten by the world.
Most of them are intact. Even if some of them are soaked by water, or a little yellowed or covered with dust, they can restore their original warmth-keeping function with a simple cleaning.
These clothes are like the warm sunshine in the cold winter, bringing hope to people.
Some people also found simple kitchen utensils in the ruins.
These small kitchen utensils may look ordinary, but they are ingeniously designed and extremely practical. They are like treasures that have been buried by time, quietly waiting for the right person to discover them.
An uncle saw a small pot in the pile of junk at a glance, and a look of surprise immediately appeared in his eyes.
He walked quickly forward, squatted down, picked up the small pot, his eyes full of joy.
He smiled and said to the people around him:
"Look, with this little pot, we'll have something to cook with if we have the conditions to make a fire in the future!"
As he spoke, he gently rubbed the surface of the pot with his hand.
The people around also smiled and nodded, with a gleam of longing in their eyes, as if they had already seen the cozy scene of everyone sitting around a warm campfire and cooking together.
It is a yearning for a normal life, a hope that persists in the end of the world, like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the corner of people's hearts shrouded in despair.
In another corner, some small handmade toys were also found.
These little toys may have been a child’s most beloved treasures before the end of the world.
They carry children's laughter and innocence and are witnesses of happy times.
Today, although they have lost their original entertainment significance, they are like amber of time, solidifying the warm memories of mankind’s past.
A young father saw a small wooden horse toy in the ruins, and his eyes softened instantly, with a hint of tenderness in them.
He walked over slowly, squatted down, and gently picked up the wooden horse, as if afraid of disturbing the memories it carried.
He gently wiped the dust off the wooden horse with his fingers, and his eyes became a little blurry, as if he had traveled through time and space and saw the scene where his children once rode on the wooden horse and laughed.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a warm smile, and tears flashed in his eyes.
He said to the people around him: "These little toys remind me of the old days. How good it was back then."
His voice was a little choked, and the people around him fell into deep thought after hearing it. Those beautiful memories seemed even more precious in this cruel doomsday.
Although these small toys cannot directly help people survive, they are like spiritual comfort, allowing people to retain the warmth of humanity and yearning for a better life in despair.
Everyone treated these items found from the ruins with no disdain, only cherishment.
Every item is like a trace of life and a continuation of hope.
They carry the stories of the deceased as well as the hopes of the living, and are a precious link between the past and the future.
In front of the pile of scrapped vehicles, auto repair technicians are busy in a tense and orderly manner.
They moved freely among the scrapped vehicles, not missing any corner that might contain useful items.
Their movements were skillful and precise. They opened the car hood with ease. The "bang" sound was like opening the door to treasure.
Their eyes are like scanners, carefully identifying each part.
Those parts that are still usable are like precious gems in their eyes. They will carefully take them out, wipe them gently, and then put them aside properly.
In addition, pumping gasoline is also a crucial and extremely cautious task.
The auto repair technicians put on special gloves, held professional oil extraction tools, and slowly walked towards the scrapped vehicles.
One of the experienced masters first carefully checked the condition of the fuel tank, and then slowly inserted the oil extraction pipe into the tank.
As the oil extraction tool was operated, the gasoline slowly flowed into a special container. The flowing sound was particularly clear in the silent environment, as if a melody of hope was being played.
Every drop of gasoline is like the lifeblood that keeps the convoy moving forward and is extremely precious.
Time passes quietly in the busy and intense work.
Half an hour passed.
With everyone working together, the road that was originally severely congested and seemed like a forbidden land of death began to gradually become unblocked.
The mountains of obstacles were like defeated enemies. They were cleared to both sides of the road one by one and gave way obediently.
The originally bumpy and cracked road gradually became smooth thanks to the unremitting efforts of the psychics.
The broken and abandoned road surface seemed to be injected with new life, glowing with a different kind of brilliance.
