He Fei also needs his dressing changed. He's recovering quite well; he can walk without problems, but he still can't do strenuous exercise.
As for Yan Lang, after the medication was changed, he stayed obediently and lost his previous hostility.
Because he felt that given his current state of being a burden, the Zhan Qun might very well abandon him in the wilderness.
Thinking back on his past actions—how he had always bullied others because of his status—he realized he was now far away on a mission with only a few people. If they encountered any life-threatening danger, he would be in serious trouble. He needed them to look after him when he returned, so naturally he dared not be too reckless.
Sang Luoluo ate a piece of bread and two eggs, and drank a glass of milk. It was almost nine o'clock.
Li Yao sent someone to pick them up and take them to the base museum, but he didn't come this time. As a high-ranking member of the base, he also had countless tasks to complete every day.
Sang Luoluo and Qi Feng are going together. Zhan Qun isn't very interested in the museum, and he also needs to contact Base 71 to hand over a few other missions.
Lei Qi had nothing to do, He Fei was able to walk and didn't need his care, so he went along with them.
And so, Sang Luoluo, Qi Feng, and Lei Qi went out together, got into the car, and arrived at the base museum in less than twenty minutes.
Unlike the museum Sang Luoluo had imagined, there were no exhibits here, but rather a spacious office area.
The room was empty, but you could tell that the walls were made of a special material that could project videos.
There weren't many people in the lobby. Most people don't come to the museum to play around; they come with their children to learn about the history of the wasteland world.
When Sang Luoluo and the other two went in, they swiped their wristwatches and could choose what they wanted to see.
Standing in the hall, Sang Luoluo fiddled with her wristwatch several times and found one: the development process of Base No. 32. She clicked play, and soon, the environment around the three of them changed, as if they were actually there, a virtual projection.
A torrential meteor shower fell, countless fireballs nearly destroying the entire world. After the meteor shower, the whole world was filled with high radiation.
Base No. 32 was no exception. However, Base No. 32 was mostly rural land, with many vegetable greenhouses, fish ponds, and so on. Although the meteorite destroyed most of the farmland and the crops were exposed to radiation, some of the food in the farmland was still edible.
This was also the first time Qi Feng and Lei Qi had learned about the history of Base No. 32, and it was somewhat different from what they knew before.
Base No. 32 is currently dominated by several major forces, led by Sang, Wang, Zhao, and Li. Among them, the Sang Clan Luoluo over the past three hundred years, producing 13 base leaders. The other families combined have produced more than twenty base leaders.
Base No. 32 initially developed thanks to the Sang Family's planting techniques. The Sang Clan owns a vast farmland and has mastered special planting techniques. The crops they grow have much lower radiation levels than those grown in other farmlands, and low-radiation crops can often be seen.
Images appeared on the screen, all photos of the original farmland after the meteorite shower three hundred years ago.
"Wow, I knew Base No. 32 made its fortune through agriculture, but half of the crops produced from such a large expanse of farmland are low-radiation crops. That's just too outrageous. What kind of luck is that?" Lei Qi couldn't help but exclaim.
Qi Feng was envious. Base 71 couldn't find such planting land; most of the planting was done hydroponically in underground planting areas.
"Hmm. So much farmland can support quite a few people," Qi Feng said calmly.
While talking to Lei Qi, he noticed Sang Luoluo staring blankly at the photos of farmland on the wall. "What's wrong?"
Sang Luoluo forced a smile, concealing the emotions that inadvertently surfaced. "It's nothing. Just like you guys, a bit sentimental."
The farmland in the photo was the same farmland she had contracted before she transmigrated. They were all connected in one piece. Since low-radiation crops could be grown there, it meant that the land was special. As for the reason that the farmland was special, Sang Luoluo immediately thought of the Spirit Spring in her space. When irrigating, she often mixed Spirit Spring Water into it.
It must be thanks to the Spirit Spring Water.
Keep reading.
She wanted to see how the Sang Clan was doing. If she wasn't mistaken, the Sang Clan in the museum was probably referring to her own family. She wondered how her own family was doing.
The video continues, showing official intervention and the rise of the Sang Clan, which took on the task of planting crops. The crops grown in that field had much lower radiation levels than those in other places.
Sang Clan photo taken one year after the disaster.
Sang Luoluo spotted several familiar figures up there.
Her second uncle, third uncle, and several other uncles from the clan were also present, but unfortunately, none of her family members were seen.
What's going on?
Where is her younger brother Sang Jing?
Where are her father and grandfather?
How could they not be there? Those lands belong to their family; how could their family not be included in a group photo of the Sang Clan?
I had a very bad feeling.
The video continues playing.
Three years into the wasteland, the first Evolver appeared: Sang Jing of the Sang Clan.
The picture above is of my younger brother.
However, judging from the photos, he has long lost his former naivety; his gaze is cold, and he has gained a sense of vicissitude, becoming more reserved.
In her memory, Sang Jing had always been a sunny, cheerful young man. It was easy to imagine that he must have been going through a very difficult time back then.
Sang Luoluo's eyes welled up with tears, but she forcefully suppressed her emotions.
Sang Jing, the first Evolver, possesses the ability to promote crop growth. This ability can accelerate seed germination and growth, and the crops grown from it have low radiation levels.
The screen was accompanied by photos of crops grown using assisted growth techniques.
Five years after the wasteland was destroyed, Sang Jing seized the Sang Clan's planting rights, took control of the Sang Clan, and became one of the base's high-ranking officials.
Ten years in the wasteland, Base No. 32 established a laboratory and a planting area office, and the base took shape. Various parties accumulated initial capital and occupied parts of the base such as technology, transportation, chemical industry, and pharmaceutical industry.
Forty-four years into the wasteland, the Zhao Family has produced its second base director, and its development momentum is very strong.
Fifty-one years into the wasteland, the Sang Clan has produced its third base chief.
Fifty-three years into the wasteland, the Sang Clan has produced its fourth base chief.
In the wasteland 100 years, the proportion of low-radiation crops produced by farmland in the Sang Clan's planting area has been decreasing year by year, and the Sang Clan has gradually declined.
Two hundred years into the wasteland, the Sang Clan's plantation was divided up.
In the year 267 of the Wasteland, the Sang Clan produced its 45th base chief, who reclaimed the family's occupied planting areas and developed even more planting areas. They searched for edible resources in the harsh external environment, cultivated low-radiation crop varieties, and the agricultural industry flourished.
After reading all this, Sang Luoluo came to a conclusion: she must have perished after the meteor shower, but her younger brother survived. Although she didn't know what had happened to the rest of the family, three hundred years had passed, and there should still be descendants remaining at Base No. 32.
Life is unpredictable.
well.
Sang Luoluo didn't know how to describe her feelings at this moment. Her heart ached. She didn't know how much pressure her younger brother had been under back then. Their family's farmland must have been coveted by all sides at the beginning of the wasteland. She remembered the faces of her second uncle and several other family members in the photo very clearly. They had smug smiles on their faces, which were very different from the kind second uncle she remembered.
It is very likely that they seized the family's farmland in exchange for their current status.
It was only later, when the younger brother awakened his planting ability—no, it should be said, his ability to accelerate plant growth—that he had the opportunity to rebel.
Thinking about Sang Jing's evolutionary ability, and the fact that he was the first Evolved Human, Sang Luoluo could only come up with one explanation: the spatial Spirit Spring Water. Her family drank this the most, every day, and it greatly transformed their bodies. In that case, it would make sense for Sang Jing to awaken his evolutionary ability.
The video of the rise of other families continued to play on the wall in front of them. Each family had experienced tremendous ups and downs. Three hundred years was a long time. Each family developed many branches. Originally, they might have been high-ranking members of the base, but as their descendants grew and they consumed more and more resources, they eventually became ordinary residents of the base.
However, what the Sang Clan awakened most was their planting ability, which is truly amazing.
Lei Qi said enviously from the side, "Forced-growth plants, wouldn't that mean an endless supply of vegetables?"
"This is so wonderful!"
Qi Feng chimed in, "It's not as easy as you think. The ability to accelerate growth is rare these days, and the number of plants that can grow that way is limited; it can't satisfy too many people. Didn't you see the video explanation? That guy named Sang Jing has very solid planting skills, doesn't he?"
He paused, then continued, "The base needs food and skilled farmers, and his special abilities are what gave him the opportunity to become a high-ranking member of the base. However, for someone his age to climb to such a position must have been incredibly difficult."
"It's not easy." An older voice suddenly appeared beside them.
Chapter 152 Family... He really is the base commander of Base No. 32...
All three of them turned to look.
A middle-aged man in his forties, followed by two people, walked slowly over, his hands behind his back. He had a touch of emotion on his face, especially when he saw the picture on the wall, his eyes filled with complex feelings.
"Who are you...?"
Lei Qi sized up the other person but couldn't discern their identity. Their aura suggested they weren't an ordinary resident.
The middle-aged man chuckled, his expression returning to normal, and said, "The man you just saw named Sang Jing is my ancestor. The Sang family has many branches, and I belong to his branch."
Sang Luoluo's mind went blank for a moment. She pointed to Sang Jing on the wall and blurted out, "Are you his descendant?"