The strongest reserve for the doomsday

In the last book, I didn't work well in the company after I saw the situation in the company's underground laboratory on the monitoring and action report.

Instead, I'm planning my reserve plan. Because I know that time is running out for me.

If it is exaggerated, it is to compete with the rocket for speed, and compare with the sun and the moon.

I start by summarizing my current situation: I

now have a sturdy castle with three storage rooms that are well insulated from sound, heat, water and oxybic.

In each pantry, I have two rows of large cabinets. At present, I have iron powder to keep out oxygen and calcium chloride to keep out moisture.

50 bottles of vodka and 200 bottles of Pigpen Mountain are also currently placed. And 50 pounds of honey. And then there's the medicine that I bought in large quantities last time. There are two boxes of each medicine, and it is estimated that there are 26 boxes of medicines.

However, I packed them separately and re-packed them with a vacuum pump. As a long-term reserve.

The first thing that comes to mind is to be sure to keep things that last a long time. Because of the short period of time, wouldn't it be embarrassing if the zombies expired before the zombies broke out on a large scale.

I saw the chili sauce that Yaya had given me on my desk. By the way, I thought of a good thing, which was very good for preservation, and as far back as the Second World War, it was used as a strategic reserve for soldiers.

So I took out a pen and paper and wrote down the full name of the thing: cans.

Because the animal husbandry of the United States is developed, and the soldiers of the United States love to eat meat. Therefore, the canned food manufacturing process on the Lao Mei side reached a very high level during World War II.

Especially canned luncheon meat, the soldiers on the front line of the United States love and hate this. One is because this thing doesn't taste as good as fresh beef and pork, and the other is because there are too few patterns, and every time it is delivered is luncheon meat.

But this is not bad, after all, there was this equipment at the time of World War II, and then our army will still be millet plus rifles. It's really incomparable.

After thinking about it for a while, I found that I couldn't hold back a few words, so let's go to the supermarket first to see if there are any good cans that can be stocked.

In fact, in my mind, there are already several kinds of canned food in my preliminary audition.

The first choice is, of course, a type of canned meat that was popular as early as 1938 during World War II - canned luncheon meat.

Luncheon meat is generally chicken with pork. Some also have beef added to them. It is then made with starch and spices.

The taste of different meat ratios is different, and the price is also different. Among them, luncheon meat made with beef and starch is the most expensive. But this one is also the most chewy, and it also has the longest shelf life.

There is also chicken plus pork and starch, which is easy to deteriorate and sour after a long time because chicken contains more fat. But this kind of luncheon meat is better than the low price, and the United States basically uses this kind of luncheon meat in the humanitarian supplies to the third world.

There is also pure pork with starch, which has a medium shelf life, a medium taste, and a medium price. There are not many pure pork on the market, so this kind is not easy to buy.

It's not that expensive anyway, and I'm very concerned about the length of the shelf life now. So I decided to buy canned luncheon meat with beef.

This kind of canned food, I searched for it on the Internet. 18 bucks, 300 grams. It is estimated that the price is acceptable, but after all, this is also meat mixed with starch, and this price is normal.

When 6 o'clock arrived, I packed up my seat, punched in and immediately rushed downstairs to take the bus to the largest supermarket in Little Raccoon City to buy canned food.

"Damn, this kid won't be working overtime this time?" Seeing me running so fast, my colleagues behind me talked a lot. Of course, I can't hear them talk about me in the back.

"Eh, when to get off work on time has become a luxury!