The Beginning of Natural Disaster, I Won by Hoarding Tens of Billions of Supplies

Chapter 551: Jiang Ning Presents a Grand Vision

Gu Tinglin wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t handle the details himself, so he gave out a few tasks. 

First, the base needed to push forward with industrial development and gather more fire seed boxes as soon as possible. 

Second, the limestone and coal mines had to be excavated. 

Lastly, the manpower shortage had to be addressed. 

He gave them a few days to come up with practical solutions before heading home to rest, leaving the senior members behind to continue their discussions. 

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Regarding the construction of the glass greenhouse, Jiang Ning wasn’t too confident about leaving the project in Rong Sanshao’s hands. After all, she had seen firsthand how unreliable he could be. 

She planned to visit the plantation area in the southern district, but just as she reached the entrance, she ran into Director Xiao from land management. 

After experiencing a sandstorm and contaminated rain, the crops in the southern district plantation were practically ruined. 

The harsh climate already made harvests scarce, and now things were even worse. 

Fortunately, potatoes matured quickly, so the losses weren’t too severe, but the sweet potatoes were only halfway to maturity. 

Looking at the devastated plantation, Director Xiao was heartbroken. “When will this terrible climate finally end? People won’t be able to hold on much longer.” 

Seeing how worried he was, Jiang Ning smiled reassuringly. “Once the glass greenhouse is completed, I’ll make sure you get the first batch of the best sweet potatoes.” 

Staring at the stacked glass panels, Director Xiao couldn’t help but feel hopeful again. “Let’s hope this is the beginning of something new.” 

“Don’t worry, Director Xiao. Our victory will come soon.” 

Jiang Ning painted a promising picture. “By then, we’ll plant ten acres of potatoes and sweet potatoes, ten acres of medicinal herbs, and ten acres of mulberry trees. 

Mulberry trees grow quickly and aren’t picky about their environment. Once they mature in the greenhouse, we can transplant them to the wasteland. They’ll help prevent wind erosion, and their berries can be eaten. The leaves can even be used to raise silkworms. 

In just a few years, Fengcheng City will be covered in greenery. 

And all the crops we grow can be exchanged with the base for other supplies, and life will keep getting better.” 

Jiang Ning wasn’t just optimistic—she was confident. 

Director Xiao firmly believed in her, not because she was the leader’s daughter, but because her abilities spoke for themselves. 

In such a short time, she had already brought back two batches of essential supplies—medicine, glass, fuel, vehicles, and even firearms—all things Fengcheng desperately needed. 

Because of that, she had already made a name for herself in the city. 

If not for her special status, her doorstep would have been flooded with visitors by now. 

If they could really build a 20-acre greenhouse, it might not be enough to feed the tens of thousands at the base, but it would definitely ease the crisis significantly. 

For the base, this was a massive project. 

Thinking about the future, he finally felt a sense of relief. “Comrade Jiang, when we have an abundance of crops, what do you want in return?” 

“Anything that can improve the lives of the people in the base. As long as we work together, we’ll be able to restore the glory of Chinese civilization.” 

Jiang Ning smiled calmly and said, “A good life is one where everyone benefits. I don’t want to eat with sand blowing into my bowl or risk dying just because I got caught in the rain. 

Once the land is green again and the ecosystem recovers, extreme weather will gradually improve.” 

In the plantation area, a man and a woman spotted Jiang Ning and quickly approached her. 

The man was thin and frail, appearing to be in his forties. The girl was only in her early teens, with a slender frame and barely any flesh on her. Her condition was far worse than Doudou’s. 

Back in the New City villa district, Jiang Ning had seen Eldest Young Master Rong a few times. 

At that time, the disasters had already lasted for several years, but with the Rong family’s patriarch still holding things together, Eldest Young Master Rong had been living quite well—even putting on a bit of weight. 

Now, he was so thin he was almost unrecognizable. 

Seeing Jiang Ning again, Rong Dashao had mixed feelings. 

Back then, she had only lived at the far end of the villa district, but now, she was thriving in the apocalypse—and she was even the daughter of the base leader. 

Life is truly unpredictable. 

But he only sighed briefly before quickly setting his emotions aside. 

After more than a decade of natural disasters, he had been battered and bruised countless times. Now, all he wanted was a stable job, enough food, and warm clothes. 

He had promised his father that he would live well no matter what. 

As for Jiang Ning, Rong Dashao was deeply grateful to her. If it weren’t for her stepping in to help multiple times, his third brother might not have survived. 

Even the food his third brother brought back a few days ago had been given by Jiang Ning. 

He had to admit—his father and third brother had good judgment back then. 

Without their connection, the Rong family might have been completely wiped out. 

“Miss Jiang.” He greeted her warmly. 

Jiang Ning wasn’t quite used to it. “We’re all old acquaintances. Just call me Jiang Ning from now on.” 

Rong Dashao quickly introduced her to someone. “This is my niece, Tingting. She’s here to lend a hand.” 

Rong Tingting smiled and greeted her. “Aunt Jiang.” 

Jiang Ning, who had just been called ‘Aunt Jiang,’ was speechless. 

Time really flies. She had gone from being in her prime to being called ‘aunt.’ 

“You look so young, Aunt Jiang. You don’t seem much older than me. How about I call you ‘sister’ instead?” 

Jiang Ning inhaled sharply. 

This kid was definitely raised by Rong Sanshao—she could already see the resemblance. 

Jiang Ning simply smiled without saying anything. 

Rong Dashao began explaining their progress. “I’ve found a few carpenters and some skilled workers. We traded a few things at the base’s exchange market. If we have enough tools, building the glass greenhouse shouldn’t be a problem.” 

Though he was honest and straightforward, he had once managed the Rong Corporation—this project was nothing more than a small challenge for him. 

Jiang Ning asked, “What are you missing? I’ll figure out a way to get it.” 

“The glass-cutting machine has arrived, but we don’t have a power source. Also, we need some woodworking tools and a few connectors and fasteners.” 

He listed the things he couldn’t solve on his own. 

Jiang Ning nodded. “Alright, I’ll take care of it.” 

After returning from the planting area, she accompanied Director Xiao to handle the land transfer paperwork. The registration was completed on the computer, followed by signing and stamping. 

Not long after arriving, Jiang Ning officially became the owner of 20 acres of land. 

Before leaving, she made sure to flatter Director Xiao a little. “Director Xiao, you’re still working while sick. That’s really admirable.” 

Director Xiao chuckled helplessly. “The hospital has no medicine. If I get sick, I just have to tough it out. If I can’t hold on, well… I’ll just have to close my eyes and accept it.” 

“I studied under Professor Ma Guangnian and have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. If you trust me, I can treat you.” 

The daughter of a high-ranking official offering to treat him? Director Xiao was both surprised and honored. 

He had endured for over a decade—who would willingly accept death if there was a way to survive? 

The chief’s illness had not been publicly disclosed, but many speculated about it. 

Even the hospital director had been making frequent visits, which showed how critical the situation was. Yet, after Jiang Ning returned, the chief’s condition improved significantly. This proved her medical skills weren’t ordinary—and that she had medicine in her hands. 

Director Xiao’s illness had been lingering for a while, and he was genuinely afraid it would turn into pneumonia. 

After exchanging a few polite words, he gladly accepted. “Then I’ll trouble you, Comrade Jiang.” 

And so, Jiang Ning checked his pulse and performed acupuncture on specific points. 

When she withdrew the needles, she reminded him before leaving, “I still have some herbs at home. I’ll have someone bring them to you later.” 

Director Xiao expressed his deep gratitude. 

He didn’t know if her skills were really that good or if it was just his imagination, but he suddenly felt like his fever had gone down a lot. His mind was clearing up as well. 

“Comrade Jiang, medicine is very precious. What would you like in exchange?”