Chapter 118: "Sesame Oil Naan":

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The gasoline was reserved for powering the villa’s generator and the BYD Song. The RV would be modified to use battery power on flat terrain, while the diesel would be saved for powering the RV over mountains, deserts, or any terrain requiring more energy. The solar panels at home and on the RV should be enough to cover the daily electricity needs during migration.

Right now, the country's diesel reserves were still substantial, but in a few years, it would become scarce, so it was best to trade for some now. It would certainly come in handy during future migrations.

As for the RV modifications, there were many components required, but Jing Shu planned to gather what she could find. She wouldn’t be too picky. When the RV arrived, she would meticulously study it and make sure it was transformed into the most comfortable and safe vehicle for the post-apocalyptic world.

In addition to preparing two whole smoked black pigs, Jing Shu also set aside jars of pickled mustard, cucumber in soy sauce, fermented vegetables, and sauerkraut.

Though Yang Yang had asked for the best possible food, Jing Shu wasn’t foolish enough to include overly extravagant items like spicy beef jerky, spicy rabbit meat, or roast lamb legs, which would draw too much attention.

Instead, she packed ten kilograms of dried wood ear mushrooms, dried shiitake mushrooms, and vermicelli noodles from her aunt’s stash. Of course, she thoughtfully included two kilograms of doubanjiang (fermented bean paste) as well for added flavor.

Over the past half-month, her magical cube space had yielded thousands of kilograms of daylily and radish. Jing Shu sun-dried a batch every day, but the daylily needed to be boiled first to remove toxins before it could be consumed. She packed half a sack of dried daylily and radish strips.

The dried radish, when torn apart, was as chewy as dried meat, with a delicious texture. The radishes from the space were sweet and filling, suitable as either a side dish or a meal.

For the main staples, Jing Shu prepared a sack of stir-fried rice and two large sacks of sesame oil naan, enough to feed the six of them for the entire trip.

She had installed two stoves near the villa’s boiler room for making roasted meat and naan, but after realizing how far the aroma traveled, she had stopped making those dishes. However, roasting some oil naan was still a good idea, and it also gave her a chance to stock up on snacks for herself.

The oil naan was like flatbread or hardtack in other regions, perfect for soldiers or travelers. When eaten hot, it was chewy; when cold, it was crunchy. It would last for a long time without spoiling.

Oil naan paired with pickles was as irresistible as a bun with Lao Gan Ma chili sauce. The flavors were simply divine.

Dipped in milk tea or soy milk, the oil naan would soften into a delightful treat. The rich blend of sesame and broth flavors in each bite was as satisfying as sipping high-quality soup.

To make the oil naan chewy, the dough needed eggs. The dough was kneaded into flatbreads with thick edges and thin centers, ensuring that the naan would be soft on the outside and crispy in the middle.

Once the dough was ready, sesame seeds were sprinkled on top, and the naan was slapped onto the hot stove, where the high heat would cook it to perfection.

The two stoves in the villa could bake more than 30 naans at a time—half for Yang Yang’s crew and half for Jing Shu’s own use. For herself, she added toppings like green onions, onions, raisins, or rose syrup to create different flavors of naan.

Jing Shu stored the freshly baked naans of various flavors in her magical space, ensuring that she could enjoy hot naan whenever she wanted. As she baked, she couldn't resist eating a few sesame oil naans herself.

Jing Shu continued preparing various foods until Yang Yang returned. When she presented the food to the team, their eyes widened in amazement—they had never expected Jing Shu to produce so much delicious food in these times.

"How about it? Did I live up to your expectations? I hope you won’t disappoint me either."

Jing Shu’s gaze seemed to say, "I’ve given you the best. If you don’t deliver what I want..."

In addition to common medications, Jing Shu also created her own secret weapon: a special wound spray, enhanced with two drops of spiritual water.

"This is it. Just spray it once on the wound, and you’re good to go. It’ll stop the bleeding and prevent infection. Make sure not to waste it—it’s good for about ten uses." Jing Shu handed it over with a serious expression, acting as though the weight of the bottle wasn’t mostly from the container itself.

"..." Yang Yang, though grateful, couldn’t help but look at the small amount of liquid at the bottom of the bottle.

"Are you kidding me? Are you sure this tiny bit of liquid won’t evaporate? Are you sure it’s not just water that’ll run out before we even get anywhere?" he muttered. "I guess I’ll just keep it in a cooler the whole time."

"Relax, I still need you to get that RV back for me. Why would I scam you?" Jing Shu said with a smile, though Yang Yang’s expression remained skeptical. In the end, they parted ways, with Jing Shu hoping their mission would succeed so that she could join them on the next one to gather even more resources.

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A big event happened over the past few days. At dinner, the whole family sat in front of the TV watching the news, while Jing Shu focused on enjoying her meal, holding a naan in one hand and a lamb leg in the other.

Starting in late May, the extreme heat in tropical regions had reached 60°C (140°F), prompting the government to issue migration orders. The first wave of 3 million people had begun migrating from Hainan half a month ago. However, no one had anticipated that death would still claim so many lives.

The first batch of migrants was being transported by trains from across the country, but on the journey, over ten thousand people were dying daily due to exhaustion and the lack of medical care.

Upon reaching the northeast, many migrants, unable to adapt to the new climate and different dietary habits, were also dying in droves. Within half a month, only a little over half of the original group remained, and even more were continuing to fall ill.

"Experts believe the drastic temperature difference—going from 60°C heat to temperatures just below freezing—caused people’s immune systems to collapse. Around 60% of the population is unable to cope with such extreme environmental changes..."

"The migration has now been halted. Meanwhile, over 10,000 people are suffering from heatstroke every day in Hainan, and the government is implementing emergency measures."

"Nationwide train services will resume on June 20, but routes will be reduced to one trip every two days..."

The country was faced with a dilemma. Migrate, and people couldn’t survive the climate changes. Don’t migrate, and no one could survive the 60°C heat.

The terrifying death toll had struck fear into the hearts of many, shocking the entire nation.

Grandma sighed, "I’m too old to be running around like this. I’d rather stay rooted at home."

"Dad, the government couldn’t have foreseen this," Jing Shu's father chimed in.

Grandpa slammed his hand on the table, "What are experts for if they can’t predict this? So many people are dead—who’s going to take responsibility?"

And with that, Jing Shu’s father and grandpa were arguing again. Jing Shu realized she would need to convince her grandparents to be more open to the idea of migrating. Otherwise, if they refused when the time came, it would be a major headache.

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*Author’s Note*: Last time, there was an issue with the QQ stats. I’m planning to set up a WeChat group. If there are enough people, I’ll also make a QQ group~

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