Crossing the wilderness to survive, starting with a broken kitchen knife.

Zhao Feng’s main point here is that there is strength in numbers.

A dozen craftsmen worked together on the site to survey and plan, and it didn't take long to complete the blueprints for the post station. Zhao Feng glanced at the blueprints and saw that it was a three-story structure, housing accommodations, restaurants, bathing facilities, and various formal leisure and entertainment facilities. It couldn't be helped, since Zhang Shi had electricity, a unique advantage that allowed him to use many modern furnishings and amenities.

Zhao Feng was quite pleased with the craftsmen's plans and immediately decided to begin construction according to the blueprints. Upon receiving the call for mobilization, the soldiers immediately arrived at the harbor to begin construction. Zhang Shi had all the building materials readily available. Construction in the wilderness world had been simplified, making it easy and labor-saving. In just one afternoon, the post station had taken shape. Zhao Feng was very pleased with it and ordered a layer of sand to be laid along the north shore, creating an artificial beach and evoking the atmosphere of a seaside resort.

Seeing Zhao Feng's high efficiency, Zhang Shi estimated that the post station could be completed in about two days, and he couldn't help but start thinking about filling the post station with content.

“Food, clothing, shelter and transportation.”

Zhang Shi was muttering to himself, and he already had a clear direction.

First of all, the primary function of the inn is accommodation, which is a must, and it must be high-end and sophisticated, in sharp contrast to the roughness of most shelters, so as to stimulate survivors to come and consume.

"We need to get a few more large, restorative beds, and the bedding and pillows should have special effects. The room needs good lighting, and we need to invest in interior decoration."

Zhang Shi pondered in his mind, a shrewd glint in his eyes. He knew full well that in this wilderness filled with unknowns and challenges, a place that offered comfortable accommodations and a safe environment would be a huge temptation for exhausted survivors.

"In addition to accommodation, food cannot be ignored."

He muttered to himself, already beginning to picture delicious food in his mind.

"We need to open several restaurants with different styles. We should offer both high-calorie fast food to satisfy the survivors' need for rapid recovery, and fine dining. The food should be high-quality so that people can improve their attributes and strengthen their physical fitness while enjoying the food."

At this point, Zhang Shi couldn't help but swallow, as if he could already smell the delicious aroma. He continued planning, aiming for the ultimate in bathing facilities. The inn would provide 24-hour hot water and a variety of soothing incense, allowing people to completely relax after a busy and dangerous time.

As for recreational activities, Zhang Shi has a plan in mind. He plans to set up a small library, collecting books on wilderness survival techniques, historical knowledge, and inspirational stories, to both educate survivors and provide them with spiritual comfort. He also plans to build a gym equipped with a full range of fitness equipment, encouraging everyone to exercise and stay in top shape even after a break.

In addition, Zhang Shi also took social needs into consideration. He planned to set up a public rest area next to the inn, providing some board games, card games, and even holding regular gatherings, so that survivors from different places would have the opportunity to exchange experiences, build friendships, and form a warm community atmosphere.

As for clothing, in today's world, nothing compares to a solid suit of armor. Zhang Shi plans to sell a limited number of the high-quality armor crafted by the artisans near the post station, perhaps even developing it into a commercial street, selling any surplus resources. He could even provide a platform for other survivors to set up stalls for a fee, thereby attracting more patrons.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shi couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He knew that such a post station was not just a place that provided basic living services, but also a place where people could find a sense of belonging, hope and dreams. As long as people were willing to come, he would have no worries about making money.

In the evening, Zhang Shi and Wu Qing walked on the beach, leaning on each other. The cool sea breeze blew past, and the setting sun and clouds intertwined to form a beautiful picture, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

The two were tired from walking, so they took out a beach chair and lay down, quietly enjoying the brief peace.

Wu Qing looked at Zhang Shi, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, and spoke softly, recalling the past.

"I've traveled to the Mediterranean and seen the beaches and sea there, but it pales in comparison to this scenery."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shi opened his eyes, reached out to help Wu Qing tidy up her scattered hair, and then pointed to Zhao Feng and his team who were still working hard in the back.

"How can they be compared? We created this with our heart and soul, and with the blessing of the wilderness world, its quality and appearance are impeccable."

Zhang Shi looked back at the soldiers working diligently in the sunset, then turned around and told Wu Qing his entire plan.

"Is this method feasible? Can you give me some advice and see if there is anything I've missed?"

Wu Qing nodded, quite agreeing with Zhang Shi's idea. She then recalled the commercial structure near the beach in the real world, and then thought of a facility that they lacked.

"Bar! Survivors who come here to relax need drinks. For survivors who have been in a survival crisis, drinks are undoubtedly the simplest and cheapest way to relieve stress!"

Zhang Shi sat up suddenly, and said, "Why didn't I think of this?" He kissed Wu Qing on the cheek, and then he trotted to the research center to find someone who knew how to make wine.

The research center was bustling with activity, filled not only with craftsmen and engineers working on inventions but also with ordinary soldiers helping out. Everyone was busily working, the sound of hammers pounding everywhere, making the room quite noisy.

Zhang Shi jumped onto a table, clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

"Put aside what you are doing. Is there anyone here who knows how to make wine, or understands the craft of making wine?"

When the people in the research center saw Zhang Shi appear, they immediately obeyed the order and kept quiet. Everyone looked at each other, and the entire research center fell silent.

Seeing that the research center didn't seem to have the person he was looking for, Zhang Shi felt a little discouraged. He then waved his hand, signaling all staff to return to their respective posts.

"Well, Mr. Zhang Shi, I have some basic knowledge of winemaking."

Suddenly, a voice reached Zhang Shi's ears. Turning around, he realized the speaker looked familiar. After some careful recollection, he realized it was Fatty, a mid-level official from the Dragon and Tiger Alliance. Ever since he was captured at the transit station, his watch had been confiscated. He'd been working between the mining area and the research center, and he'd never expected him to claim to know how to brew wine.