The Queen's Engineering Army

Chapter 204 Refugee Yellowstone
Su Lin stared dumbfounded at the influx of refugees.

In the past, when accepting refugees, they were guided by someone. If there were too many refugees, they had to come in in batches.

But now so many people have come here from Yixiang in South Korea through thousands of mountains and rivers, it is really unbelievable.

The wave of refugees came suddenly, and Su Lin was not ready for a while.

Hurry up and set up a resettlement shelter at the entrance, so that other villages can absorb the population according to their own population needs.

Su Lin sent people to divert the refugee flow into seven or eight directions to register and organize.

Among the refugees is a 16-year-old man named Huang Shi. His face is covered in mud. He is tall, but skinny.

He is a Korean. His father was drafted into the army and killed by the people of Qin.

The mother took him all the way to escape, and gave him the little food left on the way, but in the end he didn't make it here.

Even coaxing Huangshi to sleep at night, the next day was a cold corpse.

Huang Shi screamed heart-piercingly, but it was useless, his mother had already left him.

Huangshi has no relatives in the world, and he still remembers what his mother said before he was alive, he must live on.

Huang Shi took a bite of the dried sweet potatoes sent by the militiamen in Seoul, and the sweet taste was soft in his mouth. He hadn't eaten food for a long time, and Huang Shi was so moved that he was about to cry.

Followed to a shelter, next to a wooden sign.

'Handong Village'.

As the village chief of Handong Village, Shi San stood in front and personally came to receive these refugees.

He thought that after accepting these refugees, Handong Village should be upgraded to Handong Town.

As long as the population of the village exceeds 5000, it can be upgraded to a town. Now Handong Village has more than 3800 people, and it only needs to receive 1200 more people to meet the conditions.

After Shi San is promoted to the mayor, his salary will be improved accordingly, which is also a great opportunity for him.

"Everyone line up and come one by one."

Li Hao sat in front of a wooden table with many blank bamboo cards spread out one by one, and he was in charge of recording and registering.

When it was Huangshi's turn, he nervously stepped forward and glanced at Li Hao.

"What's your name?" Li Hao lowered his head and asked with a brush in his hand.

"I, my name is Huangshi." Huangshi said nervously.

"How old is this year?" Li Hao still didn't look up, asking and memorizing.

"Sixteen."

"Okay, here is your ID card," Li Hao handed a bamboo card to Huang Shi.

Huang Shi carefully picked up the bamboo sign, and saw that it said.

Name: Huangshi.

Sex: Male.

Age: sixteen.

Number: 034201.

Household registration: Han Hou Yi, Han Dong Village.

"This is a temporary ID number plate. After you settle down, you will be given an official number plate. Unlike this one, it is tested by a fire, so you are not afraid of rain." Li Hao explained patiently.

"Oh, thank you."

Huang Shi treasured his identity badge in his arms, and then followed the people in front to continue walking.

There are four people in charge of registration here. Looking at the long queue behind, it is estimated that the registration will not be completed at night.

Next is the distribution of clothes.

These clothes are all made of linen, and there are five sizes of clothes, and the appropriate size will be given according to the size of the recipient.

Touching the brand-new black linen material, Huang Shi was a little reluctant to wear it. The clothes on his body were already smelly, so he definitely couldn't change it now.

"Those who have collected their clothes go to the river to take a bath, and then change their clothes after taking a bath." The militiaman who distributed the clothes shouted: "Pile up the old clothes together, and they must be burned."

Huang Shi followed the crowd to a river, and most of the people excitedly threw all their old clothes into the dug earth pit.

After everyone goes in, it will be burned.

Su Lin felt that if they didn't change their clothes for such a long time, there would definitely be a lot of fleas.

Burn it down, let them forget the past and welcome rebirth.

Huang Shi was still a little reluctant to part with it. Although the clothes were in tatters, after all, his mother had sewn them for him. No matter what, he wanted to leave them in his thoughts.

Then he turned around and said to the militiamen who were distributing the clothes: "Brother, my mother sewed my clothes for me, can I not burn them?"

The militiaman glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "Give me your clothes, and I'll hide them for you. After you settle down, come and get them from me."

It is human nature to be reluctant to throw away old clothes.

The militia understands.

"Thank you bro."

Huang Shi bowed in thanks, took off his clothes, and handed them over to the militiamen.

"Thank you, I will be my family from now on."

The militiaman smiled and took Huangshi's clothes, put them in a bamboo basket, and hid them behind.

Huang Shi happily went to the river to take a bath. There were already thirty or forty people in the river. Although the water was still a bit cold, everyone felt hope for the future.

They were all very excited when taking a bath, and started to splash water on each other and fight.

At this moment, they feel truly alive.

I just feel that it's good to be alive.

"It's almost time, we won't be able to catch up with dinner if we're late." The militiamen shouted standing by the river.

Hearing the call, everyone speeded up, hurriedly rubbed the ashes on their bodies, rinsed off and went ashore.

There are not so many linen towels, and there are only a few that everyone can share.

After one person simply wipes, give it to the second person, and then go to get dressed after wiping.

Huang Shi wiped the river water off his body. At this time, a gust of cold wind hit, and everyone else shivered.

But Huang Shi didn't feel cold. He felt that the blood all over his body was warm and his face was flushed. Everything here was beyond his imagination.

What he didn't know was that something beyond his imagination was yet to come.

Huangshi followed the people to a place that said 'Five District Mill', which is the restaurant.

After entering, it is very big, with long wooden tables and long wooden benches on the left and right.

Huang Shi counted and found that there were six wooden tables. If squeezed together, the entire mill could accommodate 200 people eating at the same time.

There are six mills in Handong Village, one mill can accommodate more than 200 people to eat at the same time, and the six mills can accommodate 1000 or [-] people to eat at the same time.

But there are too many people, so they can only eat in batches, or someone can go home to eat after receiving the meal.

"We all find a place to cook. We only have a quarter of an hour to eat. When the time is up, we have to leave and let others come in to eat. Do you understand?" Liu Neng, the squad leader who manages the mill, shouted to them.

"understood."

Everyone responded, and Liu Neng asked the villagers in the mill to distribute meals one by one.

Today's meal is very simple.

There is egg soup in a wooden bowl, plus boiled sweet potatoes, which are still steaming.

Huang Shi's eyes became wet when he saw this food. If he had eaten this food a few days earlier, his mother would not have starved to death.

Not only Huangshi, but many refugees who came here began to cry bitterly. Many people lost their loved ones and fell on the road.

It would be great if they could all make it this far.

The whole family can live a happy life here.

Liu Neng sighed, and exclaimed: "They are all poor people." Then he turned around and left, maybe because he didn't want to stay here anymore, otherwise he would be infected by this emotion.

Huang Shi choked up eating sweet potatoes and drinking egg soup. This is egg soup.

Drinking it into the stomach, I feel warm and happy.

Perhaps there is nothing special about eating these in Seoul, but for these hungry refugees, this is simply incomparably delicious.

These meals were quickly finished.

There is a rule in Seoul that each person's food is rationed, but if you feel that it is not enough, you can spend your work points to buy it.

They didn't have any work points yet, so they could only finish the food and lick the wooden bowl until it shined before leaving.

(End of this chapter)