When the leader left 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 arrangements had to be made according to the leader's temporary arrangements. Means to proceed.
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 message 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 actual situation of the survivors, and the survivors must also be banned. of random movement to prevent causing more confusion.
As for the food rationing at the most basic level, the practitioners must be fully responsible to ensure that the specially prepared food is delivered to the survivors "hand in hand".
Ten o'clock.
There was no ribbon-cutting as the survivors expected, 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 servings made of ordinary food in their arms. I packed a sealed box with special food and hurriedly ran out of the supply station.
At 10:07, when one of the girls returned to the distribution station, 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, the pressure is still terrifying when facing a total of 20,000 hungry survivors. .
As the news spreads, the order of the areas that have not yet received food begins to suffer. When cultivators are dispatched to maintain it, efficiency will lead to an overall decline. There are many problems similar to this vicious cycle.
After all, the survivors are in a very poor mental state and are very worried about food reserves. Even if they repeatedly ensure that the reserves are sufficient, no one will believe it until they eat it. After all, in order to prevent panic, the "enough but necessary control" policy was adopted. As a result, many survivors have been hungry until now.
An Tong, who was at the supply station, gently placed her little hand in Yin Hang's palm. Looking at the busy backs of the cultivators around her, she whispered anxiously: "Husband, how about we also help?"
"Um."
Combining food requires special training, and dispatching and commanding on the map also requires strong abilities. In the end, Yin Hang and An Tong found that the only thing they could help... seemed to be to deliver food.
But the more embarrassing thing is that because of the location problem, the first two boxes that Yin Hang sent had to go around several times before they were found.
During the third delivery, 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 time now is close to 11 o'clock, the sun is at the center, and Yin Hang really can't tell the direction.
As for the third place where delivery was needed, Yin Hang found that there were all elderly people here, eight in total.
There was an old lady who looked the oldest, with gray hair. She had to bend over and use a cane even if she was sitting on a backpack that looked like a cultivator. But when she 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 thank An Tong vaguely: "Oh, thank you, country, thank you, country, for saving my old lady..."
"Grandma, please eat quickly." An Tong helped tear off the packaging of the food and found that it was a particularly soft colloid. Then she wanted to help her unconscious grandma eat it.
Then, the gray-haired old people began to reluctantly arrange themselves in an order. Most of their movements were slightly trembling, but not to the point of failure.
Because they are indeed too old, even if their aging meridians are stimulated by high-concentration spiritual energy, the amount required is not very large. Moreover, they have eaten some specially prepared food, so their current state is relatively good. , the main reason for weakness is because of the harsh environment.
While Yin Hang was in charge of dividing the food and An Tong was in charge of helping and taking care of them eating, the sound of quarreling suddenly came from the partition next door. From the content, it seemed that the quarrel was caused by dissatisfaction with the distribution of the practitioners. of.
"A bunch of little bastards, some of them howl after eating, they really have never been hungry!"
The old man at the end of the queue, although his gray hair was completely bald, he stood upright with his tall figure. When he heard the content of the quarrel, he directly cursed: "This motherfucker. If it had been back then, anyone who didn't obey orders would have been dragged out with pitchforks!"
An old lady in front of the old man sighed sadly: "Oh, we deserved to suffer more back then, but now we have to suffer these children. I really don't know what evil we have done..."
An Tong just happened to walk in front of this old lady.
"I'm not hungry, girl," the old woman said with a haggard face but a kind smile, "Give these to the children, or you can eat them yourself. I'm over seventy...I don't need these."
"Whatever those kids are doing, they're not your children," the old man said, spitting at the neighbor and continuing to curse, "If those bastards in my family dare to cause trouble like this, I'll slap them to death!"
"You should have endured some hardships!"
An Tong stroked the old woman's hands covered with age spots, and the rough wrinkles on them did not rebound after being rubbed for a long time.
"Grandma, we can all take care of ourselves. After all, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings," An Tong lowered her head, "Besides, we still have a lot of food, so don't worry about eating..."
(End of chapter)
