Unlike the latter, which requires special vertical takeoff and landing airports, the Twin-Winged Helicopter can take off and land on any terrain. Although the Azure Sky-Class Transport Drones require a runway, the requirement of only a 50-meter-long runway, which can be made of soil or even ice, is practically negligible. These aircraft can effectively assist the sixth-generation fighter jets by transporting supplies to its temporary airports in places where it cannot reach.
"If we calculate it this way," "after the surface temperature drops to -70 degrees Celsius and becomes even harsher," "the overall transportation capacity has not decreased much." "In the future, we could try to develop more low-cost aerial transportation tools."
Shifting his gaze from the frigid and silent surface, Su Wu turned his attention to the interior of the shelter. In this world that housed an entire human society, just by looking at the simplified structural diagram, one could feel the immense vitality hidden within. On the ground level, the assembly workshop, water purification reservoir, and ammunition production line operated tirelessly through the night, gradually filling the vast and empty spaces of the plantation and ammunition warehouse. On the underground level, a massive meat farm encircled the core area. Millions of pigs, cattle, sheep, and even more chickens and ducks, along with various fish species in the pools, and some marine species raised separately, all grew rapidly under the care of machines at the most scientific pace. From the second to the seventh underground levels, the residential areas, sports activity zones, and plantations accommodated over half a billion people. In every accessible corner, traces of human activity could be seen.
For the residents who were always confined to the narrow spaces inside the shelter, even the plantations, densely cultivated with various staple foods and vegetables in the form of shelves, were rare places where they could get close to nature. However, this awkward situation was about to change. With Chen Yue's development of the third-generation plant growth agent, the rubber tree saplings originally planted along the streets in the residential and sports activity areas gradually began to flourish, allowing a large number of shelter residents to once again see the lush greenery reminiscent of the pre-apocalyptic era.
More significantly, the amusement park and large park, which were about to complete their first phase of construction, would open for the first time today with limited access. There, at a height of 36 meters, they had tried to replicate all the facilities of a standard pre-apocalyptic amusement park. There were landscape gardens, palaces, temples, and vast lawns and flower forests where one could run freely. If someone walked in without looking at the signs, they might even get lost.
"Two hours and twelve minutes until opening," Su Wu glanced at the time. Although it was still early, many shelter residents who had drawn entrance tickets couldn't help but set off in advance. Some walked through the nearest elevator to the eighth underground level, while others took the rail train that ran along the dome above the streets, directly to the entrance of the amusement park on the eighth underground level. A noticeable phenomenon was that the number of people choosing to walk far exceeded those who took the convenient rail train, as the former was free, while the latter required Contribution Points or game currency to purchase tickets, which were not cheap. A single ticket would take an hour of gameplay to earn.
"The economy within the shelter has just started," "most people's income mainly comes from wages," "there isn't much wealth disparity," "hence this phenomenon." In Su Wu's farmhouse courtyard, apart from himself, there was no concept of nobility. The management of all processes directly handled by Artificial Intelligence ensured that the distribution of resources did not get out of control. These two factors together created a situation where the tens of millions of residents in the farmhouse courtyard had almost the same starting line. However, this situation was destined to be temporary. With the future development of commerce, more pronounced wealth disparities were inevitable.
As for the wealthy, Su Wu naturally harbored some aversion. This stemmed from his experiences as a low-level worker being exploited before his transmigration and seeing too many cases of the rich being unkind. "The wealth of the rich needs to be restricted," "not much needs to be changed," "just impose higher income and inheritance taxes," "limit monopolies," "and refer to some pre-apocalyptic laws." Su Wu set the highest bracket of income tax at 100 percent. The inheritance tax, while collected at a high rate, also stipulated a maximum inheritance limit. These two measures directly capped the wealth the rich could acquire. Of course, this alone was not enough, as there were many ways to try to circumvent these measures. However, unlike the pre-apocalyptic government, in the farmhouse courtyard, Su Wu was an absolute dictator with absolute power. Even if everyone under his rule opposed him, it would not affect his will. Su Wu could create new laws on the spot based on the actions of violators and retroactively apply them.
"One human society is enough for me," "no more privileges are allowed to infringe upon my property."
In the afternoon, at the A13 residential area on the fourth underground level of the farmhouse courtyard, Ding Hui, with a networked sports camera hanging from his chest and a phone in hand, boarded the rail train with several others. The sports camera was something he bought before the apocalypse and kept as a personal item. Now it served as a filming tool to live-stream the upcoming journey for netizens. By the way, Ding Hui, apart from being a professional player designated by the shelter to play eight hours of games daily, was also a part-time streamer. However, in the context of the apocalypse, so-called streaming was just a hobby. Not only had pre-apocalyptic currency become worthless and a bunch of virtual numbers, but even the current game currency, the only currency circulating throughout East Asia, was related to food exchange and seen by most as a lifeline, not something to be easily tipped to him.
Ding Hui didn't mind much. With his talent, the income he earned in the game was enough for him to live a more affluent life than most in the farmhouse courtyard. There was no need to pursue another source of income. He just enjoyed the atmosphere of chatting with netizens. Finding a seat in the carriage, Ding Hui glanced at his phone and noticed that many people were curious about the rail train he was on, so he turned the camera around the entire carriage to show them.
"Although there's no ticket inspection," "actually, as soon as you step into the carriage, 10 game coins are automatically deducted from your account. If you don't have enough game coins, a Contribution Point will be deducted instead." "The price isn't low," "after all, 80 game coins can get you a standard food package," "including three meals a day, with potatoes, carrots, purple cabbage, cabbage, rice, etc., and a small piece of chicken and a random seaweed egg soup." "Although the taste isn't great," "the portion is enough to meet a day's normal needs." Ding Hui said, pulling up a photo of the standard package he had taken from his phone album. That package had accompanied him through many days and nights, until recently, with the upgrade of the shelter's plantation and the establishment of the meat farm, it gradually faded from his life. After showing the photo, he naturally received a lot of envy, as this was the real purchasing power of game coins, without any middleman taking a cut.
Outside Jianghe City, because Jianghe City's merchant caravans rarely went to other shelters, ordinary people couldn't trade directly with them and had to sell to local merchants and shelter leaders. Getting half the value was considered good; the worst could only exchange for a small portion of low-quality food made from algae, earthworms, and other unknown substances, not even enough for a child to fill up on. The treatment was almost like that of slaves. To survive, one had to spend all their time, except for sleeping, in the game. Noticing that the account that sent the message quickly went offline, Ding Hui felt that what he said was most likely true. After mourning silently for a few seconds, Ding Hui stopped discussing the issue and started talking about the configuration of the rail train he was on.
The rail train had only one carriage, slightly smaller than a subway carriage, with only 30 seats. In an overloaded situation, it could carry 60 to 90 people, with a maximum speed of about 50 kilometers per hour. Although the data was a bit disappointing, in the densely populated shelter, compared to the only remaining mode of transportation—walking—it was still considered fast. This introduction didn't cause much reaction, only a few residents from other super cities, with a sense of superiority, commented that the rail train was too small and not grand enough.
Ding Hui smiled and didn't expose them. He really had a friend living in Yu'an City, a super city, and knew a bit about the internal situation of those super cities. Their shelters still retained some subways from before the apocalypse, but those were basically exclusive to the nobility. Ordinary people in the shelters had no right to board them. In this case, discussing grandeur was meaningless, as they were too far from ordinary people, whether they existed or not didn't affect ordinary people walking with their legs.
The rail train moved gently for about two minutes, then passed through the dedicated rail train lift channel, entering the eighth underground level. Soon, through the windows of the rail train, one could see a large area of brightly lit buildings, shining under the vast starry sky simulated on the dark dome. That was the amusement park that had just opened for the first time today. Ding Hui was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing a hint of shock. Having been in the fourth underground level of the shelter, where the ceiling was always a gray concrete no more than 12 meters high, he had gotten used to the narrow and crowded space and almost forgotten what the sky looked like. He didn't expect to relive the vast world of the surface here.
After a while, Ding Hui finally came to his senses and remembered to lift the sports camera to aim at the window. The audience in his live broadcast room also fell silent at this moment. If food and rail trains were still understandable, the architectural complex in front of them, which wasted precious underground shelter space to the extreme and almost completely replicated the facilities of a surface amusement park, was beyond their imagination. For the first time, they realized that the difference between shelters could be as vast as heaven and earth.
"Ahem, let me introduce," "I just received a travel guide on my phone," "it mentions," "the amusement park in front of us occupies about 40 million cubic meters of space," "the top uses holographic projection technology, simulating a summer night sky scene." Seeing the audience's silence, Ding Hui tried to make amends, throwing out the shelter's specifications and some equipment introductions. Holographic projection was a cutting-edge technology even before the apocalypse, only experimentally displayed in a few high-end venues. Now, being used on a large scale above the amusement park, it naturally brought an almost lifelike impact.
In Ding Hui's chatter, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room finally started to warm up again. A few minutes later, the rail train bypassed the area where the amusement park was located, and the light outside the windows instantly became bright. The blue sky and leisurely white clouds replaced the vast starry sky, and beneath them was a sea of flowers covered with white tassels and purple wisteria.
"This—" Ding Hui unconsciously stopped his explanation. After the rail train stopped and descended to the ground, he couldn't wait to step out. Outside, a slightly cool breeze brought an unknown, faint floral fragrance, infecting Ding Hui's spirit, making his mood unprecedentedly clear. He took a deep breath, raised the camera hanging from his neck, and captured the full view of the flower sea in front of him.
"Originally, I regretted only getting a park ticket today, not an amusement park pass," "but now," "it should be said," "we are really lucky." Ding Hui's live broadcast video eventually caused a huge sensation across the East Asian network. Many people were surprised to find that while they were still struggling to survive under the frozen soil in extreme cold, some places had gradually shaken off the influence of the apocalypse, and the entire society was systematically trying to rebuild pre-apocalyptic civilization. Compared to them, they seemed like a small part of primitive people abandoned by human civilization. With the continuous spread of this influence, Su Wu quickly reaped the most direct benefits. The merchant caravans he sent out often, just by passing through a place, would receive voluntary allegiance from some local shelters, even including some official shelters.
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