Chapter 217: Train Steamed Bun Gun
Su Huan naturally didn’t know what the two women were thinking.
Even if Miao Qi had some bold ideas, he had no mind to pay attention to them.
The Armored Train being trapped underwater was no small matter, but everyone wasn’t too panicked because the Train Conductor was holding the front.
And Su Huan had many more things to consider.
The reason he came so late was that he had gone to check the storeroom and the various equipment maintaining the train’s internal circulation.
For such life-and-death matters, the Train Conductor still preferred to check them personally.
Only after confirming again that the water depth and the mutated Deep Sea Worms posed no threat to the train did Su Huan breathe a sigh of relief.
Anyway, the Black Kite and such wouldn’t enter the Flood Zone to trouble him, and Xiushui City’s Electromagnetic Weapons wouldn’t grow legs and run away. The Armored Train could stay in the Flood Zone as long as it wanted.
Plus, Su Huan had always wanted to find an opportunity to test the Armored Train’s self-sufficiency capability.
So he wasn’t in such a hurry to escape.
Currently, food was plentiful, but Purified Water was a bit short. Besides the bottled water in the Storage Carriage, each carriage had a five-ton tank of Purified Water, totaling five hundred tons of Purified Water.
Just for drinking, it was definitely enough, but factoring in cooking and basic cleaning, it would last about three months.
Thinking of this, Su Huan suddenly said, “As long as we have enough stored water, let’s not use the outside water for now.”
Although Guan Chong City was just a county-level city, its urban area had around eight hundred thousand permanent residents.
Now they were probably all soaking in the water.
Plus the thousands upon thousands of floating corpses outside the train…
Even after multiple purifications, it would still feel off mentally. Unless absolutely necessary, better not to drink it.
The secretary walking behind paused, then quickly noted the order in the Notebook.
Although she could remember it after hearing it once, she still had to put on a show for the leader.
By the time Su Huan arrived at Carriage 8, Huang Hai’s fruits and vegetables had sold a third.
More people were continuously arriving.
Although the price of fruits and vegetables was so high that eating one meal meant tightening the belt for many days, quite a few people still gritted their teeth and bought a portion.
Chinese people’s longing for fresh vegetables was etched into their bones.
They had toiled for thousands of years just to find a plot of land to farm and eat something fresh.
Seeing Su Huan arrive, the excited crowd immediately became much more reserved.
After greeting them, leaving Xiao Wang to watch the stall, Huang Hai brought Su Huan to the second-floor viewing platform, where many Iron-eating Tree branches served as partitions, the ground was dense with vines, and tiny flowers bloomed in the gaps.
Under the cold steel and the White Light full of sense of technology, this small green-shaded viewing platform had both pastoral vitality and a sense of technological order.
Su Huan also found it quite interesting.
“You’ve only been here a few days, and you’ve arranged it so elegantly.”
Huang Hai smiled somewhat reservedly, washed his hands under the nearby automatic sprinkler head, and wiped them directly on his gray-green Shirt.
“Without the Train Conductor, there wouldn’t be this little pastoral.”
Su Huan crossed his legs and snorted lightly.
In his previous life, the motorcycle guy wasn’t like this; he was eager with words but always scheming about his modification fees.
He modified a Broken Car and kept fooling him every day.
It was that worldly shrewdness that made him unable to guess this guy was actually a Teacher.
“As long as you manage this Carriage Farm well, I won’t short you on Evolution Resources.”
Su Huan said indifferently.
Huang Hai pushed up his glasses and smiled, “I’m pretty happy just being able to farm on the train. As for evolution, I don’t have such big ambition. The Points I get every month are already enough for me to splurge.”
Su Huan was slightly stunned, then remembered that the current Huang Hai wasn’t yet the motorcycle guy from his previous life who scammed him for money to promote to Tier 2.
Things were ultimately different.
Smiling and shaking his head, he turned to look at the fruits and vegetables stall below, his gaze landing on a green leaf.
“By the way, what vegetable is that? It feels like tree leaves.”
Huang Hai came over and glanced, “It’s just tree leaves, picked from that big Crown Pear Tree. I tasted them—no toxicity, and they have a pear fragrance—so I picked some to make a dish. Train Conductor, you don’t know, this Pear Tree is really a treasure. Leaving aside the Pears, the leaves can be used as vegetables, and the trunk can produce some fruit gel. Director Xu analyzed that its nutritional value is even higher than honey…”
Su Huan nodded thoughtfully; this Crown Pear Tree was indeed quite special.
Not only could it induce other tree species to grow Pears, but it itself had no malignant mutations.
Other plants more or less had some attack-oriented mutations, but the Crown Pear Tree had none—it was all treasure.
“If all other supplies on the train run out and we rely solely on your Carriage Farm, how many people could it feed?” Su Huan suddenly asked.
Huang Hai, who had been talking nonstop about the growth details of the Crown Pear, paused, his complexion becoming somewhat grave.
Shu Wei beside him, though she had already estimated the yield, still took out paper and pen.
Huang Hai considered and said, “The Carriage Farm’s capacity mainly depends on Coarse Powder Grass—about one harvest per week, around two hundred kilograms each time, with a 90% flour yield, that’s one hundred eighty kilograms of Flour, barely enough to supply about a hundred people. But if we remove those land-wasting vegetables and plant all four carriages with Coarse Powder Grass, I can guarantee supplying for a thousand people.”
“Snap!”
Su Huan snapped his fingers, stood up, tossed the small basket in his hand to him, “Work hard. Remember to send some vegetables to the Dining Car.”
He turned and went downstairs, straightforward without any delay.
The secretary and two bodyguards behind him followed closely.
With Su Huan’s strength, let alone inside the train, he didn’t need bodyguards outside either. If something really happened, it wasn’t certain who would protect whom.
But there needed to be two people to run errands by the Train Conductor’s side.
Also, it made it convenient for He Jie and others to quickly contact the Train Conductor when needed.
The group continued walking along the long Armory Hall.
“Is his data accurate?”
Su Huan asked as he walked.
Shu Wei nodded, “Basically accurate. But considering Evolvers’ appetites, it can only sustain the minimum consumption for a thousand people. To eat fully, we’d need at least two more carriages—that’s just for staple food. For dietary balance, we’d need another two carriages for fruits and vegetables.”
“However, the Carriage Farm’s current ecological balance is very fragile, with few species. It needs Huang Hai’s intervention to achieve the current effect. If we remove other plants and plant only Coarse Powder Grass, the balance would be destroyed, and the soil would lose fertility.”
“Not bad at all,” Su Huan remarked indifferently.
When he first set up the Carriage Farm, he had planned for the worst case.
It was just enough for the dozen or so people in the front carriages, but step by step it had developed to now, already taking shape as an ecological cycle.
The Armory Hall had only training Soldiers and basically no one else.
Crew Members generally used the corridors inside the carriages on both sides unless it was urgent.
Passing Yu Jing’s mechanical Modified Vehicle carriage and Professor Ma’s Laboratory, Su Huan headed to the innermost part.
Yu Jing had been busy with advancement matters lately, not even starting research on the Black Kite’s captured Exoskeleton—nothing worth seeing.
Professor Ma’s side was mainly researching miniaturization and lightweighting of Communication Equipment. They had just captured a lot of equipment from Black Kite and Deep Blue Data, and were cracking it. Xiao Zhao said progress was rapid, with Results coming in a while.
Passing Carriage 16 Dining Car, he smelled the aroma of oil smoke and conveniently checked dinner.
Today they were steaming Steamed Buns, each over twenty centimeters big, larger than a hand.
The dish was a big bowl of vegetable soup.
Part fresh vegetables from the Carriage Farm, mostly reserved vegetable packs and dried vegetables.
Paired with a bit of overly salty bean paste.
One bite of Steamed Bun, one sip of soup—many people didn’t even go back to the Dormitory, eating messily right in the Corridor.
Su Huan glanced over; though he recognized most, they were mostly new Shun’an passengers boarding, looking at him with eyes full of awe, no interest in talking.
But there really was one familiar face squatting at the doorway.
Su Huan held his half-empty soup bowl and walked over, squatting beside him.
“Why not eat in the rest area?”
Old Liu had been focused on slurping soup and only sensed someone approaching, not looking up yet. Hearing the voice, he trembled, nearly drowning his nose in the oil-splattered soup bowl.
“Train Conductor!”
Old Liu instinctively wanted to stand, but seeing Su Huan squat beside him, he hesitated and obediently stayed squatting.
“They’re all family meals over there, or drinking. If I go, they’ll always drag me to drink…”
Su Huan drank the last sip of soup from the bowl, “Tsk tsk tsk, not bad, being an official is different—now people are dragging you to drink.”
Old Liu gave an awkward smile, though he caught the sarcastic tone in Su Huan’s voice.
But as an old passenger, he felt this was normal; if the Train Conductor wasn’t Sarcastic, that would be the problem.
Seeing the envious looks from passersby, Old Liu said quietly, “He wants me to take his sister as an Apprentice, but I always feel it’s not great to take a female Apprentice. Train Conductor, help me advise—if you say yes, I’ll take her. If no, I’ll directly refuse them.”
Su Huan raised an eyebrow, “Pretty?”
Old Liu choked, mumbling, “Much younger than me, around thirty-six or seven…”
“Got a man?”
“Yes…”
“Isn’t that even more exciting?”
Old Liu’s mouth twitched, “She had one, but lost him when things changed. Now she’s alone, but what does that have to do with me? She just wants to learn my craft.”
By “things changed” he meant the Apocalypse; by the timeline, it had been about three months.
Su Huan looked amused, sneering, “How about I build a Saint Mother arch at the Front of the Train? Next time the train has trouble, hang it on you? She’s delivering herself to your mouth, and you’re playing the whore here. If not, send her to my room—Train Conductor will check the goods for you?”
The world was like this, why pretend? Acting like they all had high moral bottom lines.
You’re all pure-hearted, all good people.
So the whole train, I’m the only Beast?
Old Liu’s complexion stiffened, waving his hands hastily, “I get it. I’ll reply to him tonight.”
Su Huan pursed his lips and stood up, “You fucking deserve a scolding. If it works out, go to Hu Shuo and get a bottle of liquor, say you owe me.”
“Don’t take just one Apprentice, take two. There are so many idle half-grown boys on the train, pick one. It’ll be useful for vehicle repairs later—just don’t turn it into family inheritance.”
Shu Wei beside him had a strange expression; she wasn’t concerned about that.
Though she didn’t like her father fooling around, successful people possessing more resources was only natural.
She just hadn’t expected the brutal Train Conductor to squat down and chat so long about such a trivial matter with an ordinary Crew Member.
Though a bit Sarcastic, this attitude made the repairman respect him even more.
Perhaps this was the Train Conductor’s everyday face?
“Remember to add more salt, whether in soup, dishes, or even Steamed Buns—add salt wherever possible.”
Su Huan said, tossing the empty bowl into White Deer’s hands.
The latter hurried to the Dining Car to notify the kitchen.
Since it was peak dining time with many people, Su Huan didn’t squeeze through the Corridor and directly pushed open the side door into the Armory Hall.
Distant faint gunshots attracted his attention.
The gunshots were very unique—fierce, clamorous.
Like a sudden lion’s roar, wantonly declaring its existence.
No law enforcement or Military Firearms had this sound.
Even the Heavy Sniper Rifle wasn’t this fierce.
……
At the end of the Armory Hall, next to the Bullet Workshop at the rear, it had been converted into a small shooting range.
To avoid affecting future train separations, no fixed modifications were made—just a Steel Plate hung on the back wall and some target papers pasted.
Lu Xiao pulled the Rifle Bolt to eject the Bullet Casing, patted his ears, and walked to the pondering Old Da.
He remarked, “This gun’s power is huge. Though it’s just 7.62mm standard Rifle Ammunition, the power feels almost catching up to the 12.7 Heavy Sniper Rifle—it’s just the sound is too loud.”
“Real or fake? Let me feel it.”
Su Huan took the Rifle from Lu Xiao’s hands, squinting into the dark gun barrel.
Discovering Su Huan who suddenly appeared beside him, Lu Xiao broke out in cold sweat, not even knowing how the gun was taken from his hands.
Seeing the Train Conductor’s dangerous action, he wanted to remind him, but thinking of his terrifying strength, he swallowed the words.
“Yo, the gun barrel is much thicker than ordinary Firearms, and it’s made of Tier 1 Material.”
Old Da quickly said, “Used Tier 1 black steel, gun body cast integrally, just to withstand greater pressure and enhance power.”
Su Huan toyed with it a bit, finally holding the gun properly and examining it closely.
The entire Rifle was pitch black, weighing twelve kilograms unloaded—normal Rifles were 3 to 5 kilograms. An Ordinary Person wielding this in combat would be exhausted before hitting anyone, but in an Evolver’s hands, the weight was negligible.
The gun body was overall slender and square, exuding a wild beauty that somewhat matched his Wasteland aesthetic.
“The sound is very different; you modified the Gunpowder too?”
Su Huan asked casually.
“Yes, I added some things to the Gunpowder. My idea for crafting this gun was stronger power, bigger.”
“Purely hand-crafted?”
“Yes, the entire gun from design to crafting is brand new.”
“Not bad. Got any more Ammunition? Give me two rounds.”
Hearing Su Huan’s praise, Old Da’s face lit up with joy, and he eagerly pulled five Bullets from his pocket and handed them over.
