��Chapter 123 has been blocked, but if I post another chapter, I'm afraid that chapter will be approved inexplicably again and lead to more subscriptions, so I will directly post this chapter for free. I will post this chapter after Chapter 123 is approved. Delete. )
(This is the fourth time I have posted this, and I am completely speechless)
When the leader walked out of the room, there were still seven minutes left before ten o'clock. The original plan was not for him to ask questions, and he shouldn't have come out so late. But when the leader came, all plans had to be according to his temporary plan. Indicates making arrangements.
They are all waiting for the leader to speak, and this is the last step.
"Now, all relevant departments in the camp are working hard to ensure that the materials are safely and smoothly handed over to the survivors."
There was no cheering, no celebration, and no hesitation. As soon as the leader finished speaking, the entire command area began to operate.
Of course, the leader's words will not be urgently sent to each district within seven minutes. In fact, as long as each district does not receive a notice to stop before ten o'clock, then ten o'clock is the signal to start in full.
Because this is the first time that large-scale food rationing has been carried out, and because of the serious hunger problem, it is impossible to simply queue up to receive it. Instead, a second arrangement and combination must be carried out based on the physical condition of the survivors, and survivors must also be banned. to prevent further confusion.
As for the food rationing at the most basic level, the practitioners must be fully responsible to ensure that the food is delivered to the survivors "hand in hand".
Ten o'clock.
There was no ribbon-cutting as the survivors imagined, nor was there any so-called big shot speech. There were just two ordinary girls, wearing F-level black identification tags on their chests, holding a box of ten-person meals in their arms, composed of ordinary girls. The food and special food were packed in sealed boxes and he hurried out of the supply station.
At 10:07, when one of the girls returned to the distribution station, within two minutes, dozens of practitioners began to leave the place in an orderly manner, and each of them held a sealed box full of food in their arms.
According to regulations, after the general public has finished eating, neither the public nor the practitioners can leave directly. They must stay to observe the condition of the eater. After one hour, it is confirmed that there is no discomfort before both parties can leave.
There are a total of about 3,000 cultivators in the secret realm, and the number currently devoted to this work is almost 1,000. Even with this number, when facing a total of 20,000 hungry survivors, the pressure is still high. very huge.
And as the news spreads, the order of the areas that have not yet received food begins to have problems. When cultivators are dispatched to maintain it, the efficiency will lead to an overall decline. There are many problems in this vicious cycle.
After all, their current mental state is extremely poor, and they are very worried about food reserves. Even if they are repeatedly told that the reserves are sufficient, no one will believe it until they eat. After all, in order to prevent panic, the 'enough but need to be controlled' policy was adopted. As a result, many survivors have been hungry until now.
And An Tong held Yin Hang's hand, looked at everyone's busy backs, and whispered anxiously: "Husband, how about we also help?"
"good."
Distributing food requires special training, and commanding and dispatching on the map also requires strong abilities. In the end, Yin Hang and An Tong found that all they could do... seemed to be delivering goods.
What’s even more embarrassing is that the first two orders sent by Yin Hang had to go around several times due to location issues.
During the third transportation, Yin Hang and An Tong finally became a little familiar, or An Tong herself became a little familiar. After all, Yin Hang was a road addict. When he asked for directions, everyone in the southeast and northwest was confused. Ever since, I didn’t understand until I changed it to left and right.
After all, the sun was at the center at almost 11 o'clock, so I couldn't tell the difference.
At the third place where delivery was needed, Yin Hang found that there were all elderly people here, eight in total.
There was an old woman who looked the oldest, with gray hair. Even if she was sitting on a backpack that looked like a cultivator, she would have to bend over and use a cane. But when the old woman saw Yin Hang and the others coming, she hurriedly thought To stand up.
An Tong hurried over, not caring whether there was a queue or not, and gently supported the old woman. Then she quickly opened the sealed box she brought and took out the food specially prepared for the elderly.
"Ahem..." The old lady kept mumbling something. After receiving the food, she raised her hand stiffly, lowered her head with difficulty, and continued to mumble her thanks to An Tong. : "Alas, thank you, country, thank you, country, for saving my old lady..."
"Grandma, please eat quickly." An Tong helped carefully take out the food and found that it was a particularly soft colloid. Then she hurriedly tried to feed her grandma, who was in a very poor mental state and even a little delirious.
Then these gray-haired old people began to reluctantly arrange themselves in an order. Most of them were trembling slightly, but they were not at the point of dying.
Because he is indeed too old, even if the aging meridians are stimulated by high-concentration spiritual energy, the amount required is not very large, and he has eaten some specially prepared food, so his current state is relatively good and weak. The main reason is because of the harsh environment.
And just when Yin Hang was responsible for dividing the food and An Tong was responsible for distributing it and taking care of them to eat, the sound of quarreling suddenly sounded in the small partition next door, and from the content, it seemed that the quarrel was because they were dissatisfied with the distribution of the practitioners. Get up.
"A bunch of little bastards, some of them howling after eating, they really have never been hungry!" The old man at the end, although his hair is gray and almost bald, he has a somewhat dry but tall figure. He was very straight. When he heard the content of these arguments, he immediately cursed: "If this was the case back then, anyone who didn't obey the command would have been dragged out with a pitchfork!"
An old woman standing in front of the old man sighed sadly, "Oh, we suffered a little back then, but now we have to suffer for these children. Alas... I don't know what evil we have done."
At this time, An Tong happened to be delivered to the old woman.
"I'm not hungry... Haha," the old woman said with a haggard face but a kind smile, "Send these to the next door, you can eat them yourself. I'm over seventy... I'm good at this."
"If they are not your own children, why do you care about them?" The old man pouted at the neighbor and cursed: "If those bastards in my family dare to cause trouble like this, I will beat them to death with my big mouth!"
"It's time for me to suffer a little!"
An Tong stroked the old woman's hands covered with age spots, but the wrinkles on them did not rebound for a long time.
"Grandma, it's okay for us. We can all take care of ourselves. After all, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings..."
"What's more, don't we all have food? There's plenty of it, so feel free to eat."
