"It must be a modular house..."
Before the apocalypse, there were rumors of houses that could be prefabricated by first creating a framework. Once the framework was made, it could be transported to the desired location and assembled there. Not to mention four buildings, even an eighteen-story building could be assembled overnight.
"Yes, that's the only possibility!"
Meng Xian found it hard to believe, "In this era, what kind of authority could achieve this overnight?"
What truly astounded her was not the difficulty of assembly, but how these massive pieces were transported from another place.
The main challenges in this era was the lack of communication method between people and the unavailability of usable roads.
"Sister Meng, there's someone!"
Someone shouted.
Meng Xian looked in the direction and under the canopy of lights, a soldier in military attire holding a rifle walked by.
"Uniform..."
"Patrolling soldier..."
