During the noisy confrontation, the medical garrison behind Hua Mi came to help.
They pushed out carts one after another from the warehouse in City B. On the carts, there were bottles of orange juice.
The group of survivors on the opposite side immediately became commotion.
Old people began to lead their children in the procession.
However, he was blocked by a powerful man.
The man had yellow hair on his head and a fierce look on his face.
"What are you going for? We are all in this together and you are divided so easily? Go back!"
When gathering these survivors, they spent a lot of effort, and specially selected survivors with old people and children to persuade them.
They told these families with elderly people and children that there was a supply warehouse just ahead, but it was occupied by the garrison and would not be distributed to them, the survivors who had survived the disaster.
As long as everyone works together and unites as one, we can force the garrison to hand over the material warehouse.
When the garrison is driven away, the entire huge supply warehouse will be theirs.
This kind of talk is extremely inflammatory, especially for those who are trekking hard in the rain, dragging their families with them, including the elderly and children at home.
They were already hungry, and their hunger left them no time to think about anything. They could only follow the instigators to the supply warehouse in City B.
What is the purpose? The purpose is to eat it in one bite.
Yes, the purpose is just to eat it in one bite.
The old man who was stopped held his grandson tightly and said to the instigator who was blocking him,
"Get out of the way. My grandson is so thirsty that he wants to drink this weird rainwater. Didn't you see the orange juice over there at the garrison?"
This strange rainwater falls on the ground. After a while, it will be like jelly and become solidified, unable to flow at all.
I don’t know if there will be any big problems if I eat it in my stomach.
So anyone with a brain knows that don’t drink this jelly water, don’t drink it, don’t drink it.
But I was extremely hungry. If I didn’t drink this jelly water, there was nothing else to eat.
Fortunately, I didn't see anyone being poisoned while drinking jelly water along the way.
Now the elderly and children who are extremely thirsty are facing the rows of orange juice, and no one can stop them from rushing towards the orange juice.
What's more, the reason why they came here was not just for a bite to eat.
Seeing that he could not stop the old man from holding the child to separate from the 2,000 survivors, the instigating man showed a fierce look on his face and took out a knife.
There was a horrified sound from the survivors' side.
Hua Mi watched with cold eyes, human nature is like this, no one would be afraid of a garrison with a gun, but a gangster with a knife would frighten people.
It's just bullying the good and fearing the evil, because everyone knows that the garrison will not harm civilians.
Even if the garrison has guns in hand.
"return to!"
The instigating criminal took a knife and pointed it at the old man in front of him, forcing the old man to take the child and return to the group of 2,000 people.
The old man was also scared, and the bright small fruit knife was being handed to her.
The child in her hand shook her grandma's hand away.
"No, I want orange juice!"
The child jumped up and ran in the direction of Hua Mi. He didn't want to listen to the man with the knife.
When the earthquake hit, he, his father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother were all buried in the rubble.
It was their city's garrison rescue team that dug their whole family out of the rubble.
Although his father, mother and grandfather have all gone to far away places, he knows that the garrison guards are all good people.
At a young age, he felt very friendly when he saw the uniforms worn by the garrison.
He didn't want to play with those bad uncles who were using stones to attack the garrison.
The child ran away. The man holding the knife cursed "Niang Xipi", turned around, stabbed the child in the back with the knife.
"Ah." When the old man saw this, he shouted in horror.
"Ah!!!" When the survivors saw this, they also shouted in horror.
Just as the knife in the instigator's hand was about to penetrate the child's back, a bullet shot out and hit the man's temple.
The bullet passed through his brain, a flower of blood spattered, and the bullet casing fell to the ground.
The instigator stood there, and before he could react, his eyes only saw the child, who had already run in front of Hua Mi.
He fell to the ground, and his last thought was that he was careless. He should not have been sure that the garrison would not shoot.
Shooting the leading bird, he became the first leading bird to be killed by the garrison.
Who else?
The survivors, who were noisy and agitated, fell silent for a moment.
It was as if the machine was frozen, not even daring to move.
The garrison side was silent, and the survivors were also silent.
There is actually nothing to say about this. Everyone can clearly see what happened just now.
If the garrison hadn't fired, the little boy would have been killed by the man with the knife.
So no one can blame the garrison for this matter.
We should also thank the garrison for saving a child.
The child's grandmother followed the boy with lingering fear and ran to Hua Mi.
During the stalemate between the two parties, Hua Mi looked down at the little boy with bright eyes and handed him a bottle of orange juice.
Looking at the old man behind the boy, Hua Mi asked:
"My orange juice is not free."
"ah?"
The old man didn't respond. Didn't he say that he could receive the supplies for free if he came over?
Under the puzzled gaze of the old man, Hua Mi pushed out a cart from behind with a lot of mats on it.
"How about you drink my juice and help me weave a straw rope?"
Straw rope is now a consumable item.
Because it is used to bundle supplies, bundle up piles of supplies, and transport them to other places.
The straw rope woven from mat straw is quite tough, and the weaving is simple. Even a child can learn it in no time.
The main thing is that Hua Mi has a lot of mats and straw, and she never gives materials to others for nothing. Hua Mi is not so kind-hearted yet.
After eating and using her supplies, you have to provide her with some value, and even children are no exception.
Hua Mi said to the child holding orange juice in front of her,
"Child, I'll give you another bun, how about you help me take care of a little baby?"
The baby boy that the A city garrison had desperately sent to him was lying on the straw mat in the supply warehouse, babbling and not knowing what he was talking about.
The adults are all busy and have no time to accompany him.
So Hua Mi planned to find someone to take care of the child.
The little boy holding the orange juice nodded obediently, then looked back at his grandma.
Grandma was also hungry, so she agreed to Hua Mi without hesitation.
"In addition to weaving straw ropes, I can also weave other things, such as fans, straw baskets, carpets, and straw boxes. Most of us in the older generation can make these small things."
An old house where a treasure.
This is true.
Goodbye, my printer.
I bought another one because at the print shop downstairs, one print costs one yuan, and 20 prints cost 30 cents per print.
As someone with severe anxiety, I often print things to relieve stress.
Really, when I saw the printer printing out the e-book I wanted, I felt like I was being healed...
I don’t know if you have this weird way of decompressing.
(End of chapter)
