People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Looking at the torches in the distance, Hathaway felt a sense of stepping back into the Middle Ages and couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Boss, looks like we need to buy a generator?"

"dynamo?"

Chen Pingan has recently been considering whether to apply to the power company to have a power line installed.

Lin Zhiyong hadn't paid any attention to the electricity issue, since they hadn't been staying here for the past few days, but rather in their own villa.

With a larger population, we really need to consider the electricity issue: "With so many people, how many generators do we need to buy?"

It's better to apply to the power company and have them run a line over here.

"what?"

Hathaway was a little surprised: "Boss, although we are only 60 kilometers away from Los Angeles."

But there aren't any large residential areas nearby. Connecting your desolate, peaceful little town to the power grid would be very expensive!

Even an 18-year-old girl knows that this is impossible unless Chen Ping'an is extremely rich.

"Given how remote this place is, the neighboring farms probably all use their own generators."

Therefore, if a line is to be run from the power company's grid, it can only be run specifically for us.

If the electricity price is too low, the power company might not be happy!

The electricity lost along the way cannot be recovered from the electricity fees we pay, hence the loss fee.

Hathaway wasn't someone who knew nothing. She was eighteen, an adult. Before being kicked out of her home, she must have been forced to experience many things, at the very least learning how to survive.

Therefore, she knows some basic common sense about life.

"Unless our town's electricity consumption reaches a certain scale, the power company is unlikely to install a separate line for us that is ten or even dozens of kilometers long."

However, the materials for this line are charged separately, by the foot, and can even cost ten or tens of dollars per foot.

Chen Ping'an pretended not to notice the three red-named players slowly creeping towards him from behind, and listened attentively to Hathaway's words.

"Then should we buy a generator?"

We can't stay without power forever!

However, electric fences are too expensive. According to Hathaway's calculations, Chen Ping'an really can't afford it!

This is not in China.

In China, even if there is only one household in a remote mountain village, the State Grid will still install power lines, and it's free of charge.

Fortunately, it's only 60 kilometers from Los Angeles, which isn't too far. Otherwise, it would be too remote, and even cell phone signal would be difficult to get, let alone electricity.

This gave Chen Ping'an a very bad impression of Los Angeles. If it's like this just 60 kilometers from the main city, what would it be like if he went hiking?

Do I need to get a satellite phone before I dare to go?

Chen Ping'an didn't need a flashlight; he could see in the dark, but Hathaway couldn't, so Chen Ping'an turned on the flashlight on his phone and gave it to her.

The light brought joy to the homeless men who hadn't seen Chen Ping'an and his companions at the tavern.

Regardless of what had happened during the cries for help, these homeless people were now eager to know if it had affected Father Chen from the East.

They've finally seen hope!

Regardless of whether the priest's promise is true or not, the land suitable for building houses will be leased for free forever.

And whether the promise of three years of rent-free basic agricultural land, after which only 10% of the previous year's harvest would be collected as public grain, is true or false, as long as Father Chen is still alive, these homeless people have hope.

Hope for survival!

Even if the pie in the picture is fake, the holy water made by the priest is real; it can satisfy hunger, ward off hunger, restore strength, and keep people alive.

So when they saw the light, they quickly grabbed their torches and ran towards it. Although they weren't running very fast, their tension was evident on their faces in the firelight.

"Father, what happened?"

The young man leading the way was named Mark. He wasn't carrying a torch; instead, he was holding a long wooden stick, which must have hurt quite a bit when he hit someone.

Other homeless people carry something in their hands, the most common being stones, which can be seen everywhere.

Some people even carried the pub's stools in their hands.

He looks like a political commissar charging into battle on the Soviet-German front!

They were terrified of hunger!

"It's alright, it's just that someone was bitten by a rattlesnake. Lin Zhiyong and Gan have already driven them to the hospital."

Although he could win people's hearts, Chen Ping'an did not tell them that several gangsters were following them at a distance.

After all, they're gangsters!

They all have guns.

And most importantly, gangs usually take down the smaller ones to take down the bigger ones.

So he needs to figure out what these gangs are here for.

Hearing that everything was alright, the homeless people were about to leave, since it was late at night and there was no electricity or lights.

We also need to start cleaning up the surrounding area tomorrow.

"Go to the tavern, everyone. I'll make you some holy water. Have a drink before you go to sleep!"

Although Chen Ping'an's ability to hear the wind has not yet been fully integrated, he has not yet heard the specific intentions of those gang members.

But without even thinking about it, one could guess why those gangsters were able to sneak into Ping'an Town and even use a scheme to lure Lin Zhiyong away, paying such a high price to trick him out.

That must be my talisman water, which someone else is eyeing!

What else does he have besides that?

You can't exactly say that they're eyeing this peaceful little town right here!

Before the water source is restored, even if this peaceful town is given away for free, people will consider it bad luck.

Therefore, what these people in this place are after is the method of making their own talisman water.

After thinking it over, he decided to give the other party a chance.

So all the homeless people gathered in the tavern again, and a few clever ones stepped forward to help pour the mineral water into the large stainless steel bucket with a tap.

Chen Ping'an didn't even need to look to hear the footsteps quietly creeping in through the night.

He deliberately lingered for a while, waiting until the other person could touch the area and see the inside of the tavern before he lit the yellow talismans and threw them into the bucket.

At this point, Chen Ping'an no longer needed to clumsily use a lighter to ignite the yellow talisman. Instead, with a gentle shake, the faint magical power within his body, similar to that of the Yellow Turban Warrior, was enough to set the talisman ablaze.

With each flicker of the flame, the talismanic water, exuding the aroma of grains, was finally made.

Moreover, the fragrance in the talisman water tonight didn't seem to be restrained at all; it actually drifted straight outwards, heading towards the red-named individuals outside the door.

The three Colombians outside the door could, of course, smell the rich aroma of grains.

"Sure enough, they definitely made the new type of reinforcing agent into the shape of paper."

The Colombian leader whispered to his two subordinates, his voice barely concealing his delight.

Even a glass of beer can't be drunk for very long, let alone a glass of water with no alcohol content.

Moreover, it is holy water that is so enjoyable, with a wonderful taste that makes you want to keep drinking it, and one cup can't last long.

After they finished drinking, everyone tacitly dispersed.

After all, we really have to get to work tomorrow!

The tavern wasn't closed, nor was it necessary, but Father Dongfang and the girl went upstairs to sleep.

Surprisingly, the strange stack of papers was left at the tavern counter and not taken back.

Have you forgotten?

The underling was unaware of the opportunity; he only knew it was a rare chance. He quietly slipped inside, pulled out about seven or eight sheets from the stack of strange yellow papers, and then retreated.