Chapter 46 Zakun’s Revenge

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Jiang Yitong did not deny it, or in other words, if Jiang Yitong was bolder, he would admit it directly.

Enough fussing, everyone returned to their original positions to rest.

Jiang Peng also took a sip of hot water and soaked a bucket of noodles for the first time in a long time.

Jiang Peng has never found it so difficult to wait for instant noodles to be cooked. In just three minutes, Jiang Peng seemed to have waited as long as a century.

When Jiang Peng opened the lid of the instant noodles, the aroma of the instant noodles seemed to surpass all the delicacies in the world.

Jiang Peng didn't even blow the hot air, took a forkful of the still slightly hard instant noodles and put it into his mouth.

"It's so refreshing." Jiang Peng exclaimed. With a small bowl of instant noodles, he tasted delicacies from all over the world.

I'm really hungry. Anything edible is delicious.

A bowl of the simplest instant noodles, Jiang Peng almost chewed the instant noodles bucket.

There wasn't any noodle soup left, and Jiang Peng even turned the instant noodle bucket over to see if any fish had slipped through the net.

After finishing the noodles, Jiang Peng let out a long breath and walked out of the side room.

The rain has become very light and has basically stopped, and the wind has stopped blowing.

The typhoon has passed and everything is over. Jiang Xiaohu is fine, and so is he. Although he is very tired, Jiang Peng is also very happy after saving so many people.

"Mr. Jiang." A calm voice sounded in Jiang Peng's ears.

Jiang Peng quickly turned around and said respectfully: "Master, you are here."

The old master smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Peng shook his head and said, "It's not hard, it should be."

"That's it, Mr. Jiang." The master took Jiang Peng to a secluded place and continued, "Mr. Jiang, there is something I want to tell you again."

"Master, please speak."

"There are about fifty people in the Confucius Temple now."

"kindness."

"The food in the temple, including instant noodles, is not enough for everyone to eat for one meal."

Jiang Peng's brows immediately wrinkled.

"There are usually only three or four people in the temple, and the food reserves are really limited. Although the heavy rain has stopped, the floods will not recede for a while. The food rations for more than 50 people will not last half a day."

The old master said calmly.

Jiang Peng nodded. He really didn't expect this. The Confucius Temple was at best a temporary settlement and could not be used as a refuge for a long time.

"Master, what do you mean?"

Jiang Peng looked at the old master.

"We still need help from the government. For everyone, Confucius Temple is not a place to stay forever."

Jiang Peng's body trembled slightly. The old master was right. This was not because the old master issued another eviction order or that he didn't want everyone to take refuge here.

But the conditions really don’t allow it.

It's okay to let everyone stay for one night, but if you let everyone stay for a few days or less than half a day, all kinds of problems will definitely arise.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm not an old-fashioned alarmist. If this continues, there will definitely be problems." There was a glint in the old master's eyes, which made Jiang Peng's heart beat wildly.

"We don't know when the communication facilities will be restored. Although the water source in the temple is still usable, the food is gone."

Listening to the old master's words, Jiang Peng nodded and asked, "But master, the speedboat's diesel is no longer enough. I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of Chinatown and won't be able to walk."

The old master nodded slightly and whispered: "As for diesel, there is still a little bit in the temple, so I should be able to hold on for a while."

Jiang Peng was immediately happy, but looked at the old master with a strange look.

"Master, how much oil is there?"

The old master clapped his hands, and the young master's figure appeared from behind, holding half a barrel of diesel in his hand.

The oil barrel was about 30 centimeters high and 20 centimeters wide. Jiang Peng took the oil barrel and shook it slightly. He immediately felt that there were about two-thirds of the barrel of diesel.

"Well..." Jiang Peng pondered for a while, shook his head and said

He said: "No, this oil can't reach the city center."

The old master said nothing.

Jiang Peng's mind suddenly flashed across his cargo ship. He compared the width of Chinatown, and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Although this oil is not enough to drive to the city center, it is enough to drive to the dock. I have a cargo ship. It is not big. It can drive into Chinatown and it is enough to carry everyone."

Jiang Peng suppressed his excitement and said.

The old master smiled slightly, bowed deeply, said no more, and left with the young master.

Jiang Peng carried the oil, first returned to the speedboat to refuel the boat, and then returned to the cabin.

Jiang Yitong and Jiang Xiaohu fell asleep leaning against each other. Many others also found comfortable positions and fell asleep. Jiang Peng tiptoed to Panda's side.

He lightly kicked Panda.

Panda opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Jiang Peng in front of him, and immediately turned over and sat up.

"Wow, Brother Peng, you won't really come to take revenge, will you?"

Jiang Peng made a small gesture and pointed outside the door.

Panda immediately understood, nodded, and walked out of the door with Jiang Peng.

"Brother Peng, what's wrong? You don't really want to deduct my salary, do you?" As soon as he left the wing, Panda screamed strangely.

"Gungungun, let me tell you something serious." Jiang Peng frowned, ready to kick.

"You say it, you say it." Panda quickly avoided Jiang Peng's feet and walked around to the other side.

"That's it." Jiang Peng roughly stated what the old master meant just now and what he thought.

After hearing this, Panda stopped laughing, frowned, and said seriously, "Brother Peng, your idea is too crazy."

After Jiang Peng heard this, his face turned dark immediately.

"But it's not impossible."

Jiang Peng's face turned darker and he punched Panda on the shoulder.

"Can you speak without gasping?"

Panda took a punch from Jiang Peng, rubbed his shoulders and grinned, "It hurts me so much, Brother Peng, you really have to do it."

Jiang Peng glanced at Panda and said coldly: "Hurry up and get down to business."

"Yes, yes, the first question is whether cargo ship No. 1 can survive such a typhoon and tsunami intact."

Panda paused, then quickly said the second point under Jiang Peng's murderous gaze.

"The second thing is that if the No. 1 boat can sail, I can't sail it alone." Panda said with a pout.

"Nonsense, of course I will open it for you." Jiang Peng rolled his eyes at Panda.

"Wow, Brother Peng, you can also sail a boat? I've never seen you sail a boat."

"..." Jiang Peng was silent for a moment and continued: "I started out in shipping. Even if I can't sail a ship, wouldn't it be more than enough to be a deputy?"

"Then why haven't I seen you sailing a boat in all these years?"

"I'm the boss? If I go to sail a ship, why would I hire you employees?"

…

The matter was settled just like that.

Although I don't know whether cargo ship No. 1 can survive the wind and rain intact, there is no other way at the moment.

Panda also said that he parked the boat in a sheltered position, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

In this case, the two of them were ready to set off.

Jiang Peng did not disturb Jiang Yitong and Jiang Xiaohu, and he and Panda boarded the speedboat and left the Confucius Temple.

Because the rain has stopped, the flow of the river has slowed down a lot. More importantly, there is no noise of rain falling on the river, which can make people feel more at ease.

Panda was driving the speedboat, and Jiang Peng was sitting in the back seat, having nothing to do, using his headlight to shine around casually to see if there was anyone else in need of help.

Jiang Peng swayed the lamp casually, and when it accidentally hit the water surface, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a huge black shadow.

Jiang Peng suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

"What the hell?" Jiang Peng was confused, and then stood up and shone his headlight carefully on the lake, trying to see clearly the huge black shadow just now.

"What's wrong? Brother Peng." Panda, who was sailing the boat, saw Jiang Peng sweeping the water with his headlight and asked with some confusion.

Jiang Peng shook his head, indicating that it was okay, and asked Panda to sail the boat with peace of mind.
To be continued...