Chapter 3627 Christmas New Look (1)
Chapter 3627 Christmas New Look (1)
Chapter 3627: Christmas New Look (I)
In the last round, Brainiac had mastered the strategy and repelled the enemy in early December, a full month earlier than expected. The adjustment and restoration of order took only a dozen days.
Around mid-December, Gotham had its first snowfall, which lasted all night. Everything was covered in white. The thick snow broke many branches of the huge beech tree in front of Schiller's house.
In the early morning, the temperature rose slightly, and the wind blew over from the lake not far away, bringing dry and cold air, coating the window glass with a thin layer of fog. The snow-clearing car played melodious music, and the community sanitation workers went door to door to say hello:
"Good morning, Mr. Budge. Your little daughter's school bus will be here in five minutes. You'd better hurry her up."
"Mrs. Hans, good morning. Is the milkman faster than me today? That's really rare. It's quite cold today. I thought he would sleep in."
"Professor Schiller! Oh, Professor, it's rare to see you back. How is the university doing?"
Schiller took out this morning's newspaper from the mailbox, said hello to the sanitation worker and said, "Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Tomorrow is the day of the football game, I hope the game goes well."
“Yes, God bless the athletes.”
Schiller untied the rope that rolled up the newspaper with his sheepskin-gloved hands, unfolded the newspaper, and sighed, "The Gotham Daily Newspaper has finally decided to use some good ink. After moving here, I rarely iron newspapers, and I don't know how many times I've gone to work with ink on my hands."
"Yes, ever since Brainiac kicked that damn newspaper owner out to feed pigs, the quality of the daily newspaper has improved a lot... Oh, Professor, your breakfast is here. Let's stop chatting, I have to go to work."
Schiller nodded to him, then looked towards the intersection and saw that the breakfast truck had indeed arrived.
After Brainiac implemented the rationing system on Earth, the traditional US dollar currency no longer exists. Now the Earth uses Brainiac Universal Points, which will be recorded in Brainiac's system and can be paid by facial recognition wherever you go.
However, because it has not been long, there has been no thorough market reform, and there is basically no need to spend money. The things needed to maintain daily life are delivered directly to the home, such as three meals a day.
Schiller works at Gotham University, so he eats lunch in the school cafeteria, and only breakfast and dinner are delivered.
Now every community has a canteen, and all meals are prepared and distributed uniformly according to Brainiac's rationing standards. However, they are not communal meals. Instead, they are nutritious meals configured according to each person's height, weight, and physical condition after a physical examination, ensuring a balanced nutrition for all types of humans and being able to adjust human physical fitness to the best condition.
The taste is actually not bad. Although it is definitely not as good as the meals provided by the high-end restaurants before, it is definitely better than most white people’s meals, especially the unhealthy and overly flavorful food that the lower-class people used to eat.
Schiller actually likes these foods, mainly because all kinds of restaurants in Europe and the United States like to pour sauces on dishes. Schiller doesn't like sauces, especially those with high calories such as mayonnaise. He would rather eat vegetables raw without adding any salad dressing.
But precisely because most sauces are not very healthy, Brainiac rarely adds any, with not that much cheese, cream, or sugar, and the taste tends to be lighter, similar to Schiller's usual taste.
The breakfast truck that drove over was also playing music. At this time, the young people in the families of his neighbors around him got up, wrapped themselves up like bears, and came out sleepily to get breakfast.
"Oh, why is it an egg sandwich again today?" Schiller heard someone complaining across the street, "I don't want to eat eggs. Lina, do you have a jam sandwich? Let's switch..."
Schiller took a small package from the food delivery man. He opened it and saw that it was covered with blueberry jam. So he waved to the son of the Bach family across the street and said, "Here is a jam sandwich. Let's exchange."
However, the two of them did not exchange their breakfast packages, but only exchanged the sandwiches, because the package also contained fruits and biscuits, as well as different trace element tablets customized for each person.
Schiller returned to the house with breakfast and newspapers, and sat at the dining table to open the package. His breakfast usually consisted of a sandwich, half an orange, a glass of fruit and vegetable juice, an egg, two soda crackers, and two candies that supplemented trace elements, which were a bit like fruit gummies.
The breakfast of ordinary civil servants is basically these things. The types of sandwiches and fruits will change occasionally, but they are either apples or kiwis. Compared with these two, Schiller still prefers oranges.
Schiller was eating breakfast and reading a newspaper when the doorbell rang. He looked out the window and saw that it was Waylon.
"Good morning, professor. Have you had breakfast?" Weilan walked in with a bag of breakfast. He felt a chill on his body, but it was quickly dispelled by the warmth of the fireplace.
"I'm eating now. Are you still going to the east to move things today?"
"Yes, I guess I'll have to move all day today." Weilun opened his breakfast. The two of them had the same breakfast packaging, but Weilun's was obviously much bigger.
His portion consisted of a full-sized beef sandwich, two all-meat sausages, a large fish fillet, an individually wrapped box of mayonnaise, two bananas and a vegetable salad.
Schiller took a quick look and felt full. But most manual laborers' food rations were like this: lots of protein and carbohydrates, and a lot of high-calorie foods.
"I'd say this is better than before," Waylon said, taking a big bite of his sandwich. "I used to have no breakfast in the morning. I ate too much, it was too expensive to buy breakfast, and I couldn't make it myself. My paws weren't made for that little fruit knife. After I ruined six cabbages in a row, I knew I wasn't cut out for this job..."
Schiller glanced at Waylon's hand. The Killer Croc in their universe was highly mutated. In addition to having a head that was almost identical to a crocodile, the shape of his fingers was also more like a crocodile, not just the skin mutation that was seen in many universes.
Although Weilen's hands can distinguish the five fingers and his entire hands are larger than those of normal people, his fingers are much shorter than those of normal people. He basically cannot do any delicate work, otherwise he would not have been working as a porter.
Waylon is obviously very happy with his life now. In fact, Schiller thinks his scales have become shiny recently. Brainiac is also a good crocodile owner.
After they finished breakfast, Schiller took him upstairs and said, "This is the room. Move this cabinet to my bedroom, move the desk to the east side of the living room, and put the small bed over here..."
Schiller directed Wellen to move things and prepare to vacate his study and convert it into a bedroom.
Brainiac has requirements for everyone's living space. Civil servants like Schiller generally have work space and living space, and Brainiac has requirements for the lower and upper limits of these two spaces.
In simple terms, the size of the place where each person works and rests is fixed, no less and no more. If it is less, Brainiac will move them to a bigger house, and if it is more, they will have to live with others.
For example, a wealthy man owns a mansion of several thousand square meters, which Brainiac does not allow because his living space far exceeds the upper limit, so he either has to move out and find a smaller house to make room for more people in the big house, or he has to find someone to live with him.
Of course, Brainiac is more humane than many real estate developers. He will give you some time to sort it out, and you can invite your relatives to live with you. However, a person can only have one residence, so the houses of those relatives will have to be vacated for others to live in.
Schiller's new home is actually much smaller than the manor, but it is still large, exceeding his living space requirements. However, because the population on Earth is smaller now, each person can get a larger area, and it is not too much more than the required area. He just needs to find another roommate.
Victor happened to be taken to Krypton by Brainiac as a special technical talent, but because Billy would become Shazam and needed to stay on Earth to treat his bone problems, he did not go with them. Schiller took him over and let him stay here for a while.
Weilun has been moving to the East District because the per capita living area there is insufficient and most people have to move to the North and South Districts.
The South District is a wealthy area, and they would definitely not be willing to vacate their houses for the poor. However, the situation in Gotham is quite special, and the rich have basically gone to the other world.
Although they wanted to take both worlds, Brainiac's iron fist would not listen to reason. They could only choose one of the real estate in the inner world and the outer world, so they had to tearfully give up these relatively old real estates in the outer world and turn the entire inner world into a new rich area.
The other world is also under Brainiac's jurisdiction, but after all, there is an entrance and exit to communicate with the magical world, and the material management is not so strict. Brainiac also turns a blind eye to these magical creatures, so rich people prefer to come here.
Most of the residents in the South District have left, and although there are many luxury houses left, they are not really suitable for people in the East District to live in. After all, they used to be from different social classes, and now they do different jobs - what's the point of a dock porter having four or five study rooms? It's better to convert them into a few more bedrooms for children to live in.
So now the South District is also undergoing a vigorous renovation project. The original civil structures of most of the luxury houses remain unchanged, but they are renovated to be more suitable for ordinary people to live in. After operating at wartime efficiency for a period of time, the renovation is now almost complete. People in the East District are moving here with their families.
As more people move out, the space in the east area will become larger, which will also require renovation, because the small rooms will need to be combined into a larger house for the whole family to live in.
A lot of Gotham's young and middle-aged labor force was also drawn from the city, but perhaps because the previous metal poison had not been completely eliminated, many middle-aged laborers could not pass the physical examination, so only about one-third of the labor force went, much less than the neighboring Metropolis.
Schiller had originally intended to go to Krypton with Victor. He had answered the mental questionnaire during the physical examination correctly, but Brainiac insisted that he had cheated, saying that he was "a severely mentally ill patient who could not undertake any orderly work" and denied his Krypton visa.
When the subsequent battle situation was more tense, Schiller applied three times and was rejected three times, so he had to stay in Gotham University to teach.
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