Chapter 423 - 182: Work Uniforms_3
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Chen Zhou had no idea about the thrilling scene happening on the beach.
At this moment, he was inside the wooden hut, unpacking the military green package that came with the cattle.
The outer packaging of this reward wasn’t made of corrugated paper but was a completely stuffed large cloth bag.
Once Chen Zhou cut open the plastic film outside the cloth bag and unzipped the bag, a heap of tightly pressed clothes suddenly sprang out, scattering all over the ground.
Among them were dark blue long-sleeve and long-pants work uniforms, light-colored short-sleeve shirts and shorts, as well as cotton work gloves and short socks.
But these clothes didn’t seem like brand-new ones sold in stores; instead, they looked like unsold old stock from a warehouse or unqualified products eliminated from a factory.
Especially those gloves and short socks, all mixed together with different colors, no distinction between left and right, with varying lengths. If you want to wear them, you’ll have to carefully select them and match them into pairs.
Even so, getting so many clothes at once still made Chen Zhou extremely happy.
There are no fabrics on the island, let alone modern textiles. The clothes he usually wore were found on the ship, and he stored his outfit from when he landed on the island neatly folded in a wooden box as a cherished memento.
Although the materials of the clothes worn by wealthy people in the 17th century weren’t bad, they were very different in design from modern clothes, and it took Chen Zhou quite a while to get used to this attire.
He always missed modern clothing, but despite so many rewards, he had only received an Ultraman suit, a wedding dress, and sneakers.
The only wearable sneakers didn’t even fit, making him somewhat suspicious that the Space-Time Administration Bureau was doing it on purpose.
On online shopping platforms, besides a variety of small products, clothing probably takes up the largest portion.
So far, he had received seventy rewards in total, and only this time did he get a pile of clothes.
This abnormal probability makes it hard to believe that the Space-Time Administration Bureau hasn’t been involved.
However, all the previous dissatisfaction vanished upon receiving so many clothes.
Chen Zhou’s face was full of smiles, like a landlord who got a pile of property deeds, squinting his eyes as he picked up the clothes on the ground one by one and started counting them.
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The work uniforms came in two colors: gray and dark blue, with consistent styles, all being long-sleeve jackets and pants, which when worn, turned you directly into an auto mechanic.
They varied in size, made of thick material, but weren’t suitable for direct wear because the inner lining was a bit coarse and could rub and break the skin during work.
Among all the clothes, work uniforms constituted the highest percentage.
A jacket and a pair of pants counted as a full set, and there were as many as twenty sets and a half—a half set included only pants and no jacket.
Next were the shirts of various colors, primarily in light blue, white, and light green, totaling twelve pieces.
Then there were the matching short sleeves and shorts, which were Chen Zhou’s most favored attire—
On a hot tropical island, unless working outdoors for long periods, staying inside the Forging Room or moving between the kitchen and bedroom, wearing only short sleeves and shorts is the most comfortable.
However, unfortunately, the total of short sleeves and shorts was only seven sets, and only two sets fit Chen Zhou’s size.
Wearing these two outfits sparingly, they might only last three to five years, and if washed too frequently, they might barely last two years.
After all, the quality of these clothes wasn’t exactly excellent.
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Sorting out the outer clothes didn’t take Chen Zhou much time, but pairing those gloves and socks took quite a bit of effort.
After nearly an hour of busy work, he finally found the "partners" for all the socks and gloves.
Although the quality of the clothes sent this time was poor, and all the clothes together might not be as valuable as that wedding dress, their sheer quantity was undeniable.
Gloves and socks, these smaller garments, occupied nearly half of the cloth bag.
Once counted, there were an astounding over 680 pairs of gloves and more than 300 pairs of socks, enough to last Chen Zhou over ten years; even if shared with Saturday and Sunday, they could still be used for three to five years.
Besides these unisex clothes, towards the end of organizing, Chen Zhou found some unexpected items at the bottom of the bag—
A few lace panties and bras.
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"I’ve had enough of your twisted sense of humor."
It was unclear whether the Space-Time Administration Bureau could observe his actions at the moment, but Chen Zhou flipped the middle finger at the roof of the wooden hut.
"All day long, you know how to mess around with such things to tease people. I’m not some twenty-year-old youngster.
Approaching thirty, now what matters most to me is my career."
Despite what he said, Chen Zhou didn’t throw away the women’s underwear but instead placed them at the bottom of the cloth bag to be cut into usable cloth and elastic bands when he got back to the cave for future use.
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As dusk approached, rare red clouds appeared at the peak.
The natives, busy all day, barely finished building the wooden and stone walls before sunset.
As for the task of transporting building materials to the northeast corner, they wouldn’t complete it today.
Wiping the dirt and leaves off their faces, smelling of sweat, they walked tiredly toward the mountaintop. From afar, the indigenous people heard the deep calls of a bull—
"Moo~"
The setting sun’s afterglow cast a faint red light on their sun-darkened faces.
Saturday, wearing a canvas apron sewn by Chen Zhou, was meeting them halfway up the slope.
He waved his hand, faintly emitting the aroma of chili, shouting at the natives to let them first go bathe, and then head directly to the wooden hut entrance to join the feast.