When the apocalypse comes, salted fish will only make bubbles

It had just dawned, and the temporary camp was already bustling with activity. Many people started setting up pots and stoves to boil water for cooking, and some people started doing various chores after waking up.

As soon as the news of the eastward migration came out, everyone seemed to be busy. Even the beggars who were used to begging began to quietly collect food and hide things in their pockets.

Ma Fei was not idle either. He got up early in the morning to arrange manpower. When he was arranging the team, he saw Pei Chonglin coming out of the tent.

"Master Pei is so early!"

He went up to her and greeted her cheerfully.

"Morning! Are you ready?"

As Pei Chonglin spoke, his eyes had already reviewed the troops who were ready to go, and finally fell on Ma Fei's face.

"Yes, everything is arranged, we will set off now."

Ma Fei responded boldly, and asked again as usual before taking action: "By the way, does Mr. Pei have anything to add?"

"I can rest assured that you will do the work."

Pei Chonglin said everything he needed to say and gave him a map as a reference. He believed that Ma Fei would only do more and better, and there was no need for him to add any details.

Knowing that Young Master Pei was not a verbose person, Ma Fei immediately put his palms in his hands and laughed:

"Hahahaha! I know that Mr. Pei is here to cheer me up, don't worry! Just those few traps, I promise to eliminate them in one day!"

Pei Chonglin: ...He doesn't know how to cheer others up. Captain Ma is really thoughtful.

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

As soon as he said this, he caught a glimpse of a group of people outside their camp. They were all huddled together and looking into the camp as if they were looking for someone.

"What's going on over there?"

He stopped Ma Fei, then frowned and asked, "Are you here to receive relief porridge?"

As far as he knew, they were also powerless when it came to treating those refugees. If relief food was distributed, it would be the matter of the lord of Fancheng.

Moreover, the Lord of Fancheng would not let those people disrupt his team, so the gathering early in the morning was particularly unusual.

Ma Fei followed his line of sight and looked over, then said, "Oh, those people! They are not the ones receiving relief porridge. We don't have any food left to provide relief."

Just because there was no food left, and also because many people gathered every day, he didn't dare to hold Zhu Daneng's big iron pot. Otherwise, he could easily be regarded as giving out relief porridge.

Pei Chonglin couldn't help but become more curious: "What is that for?"

"Litigation person." Ma Fei answered in one sentence.

"A lawsuit? Come here..."

Pei Chonglin was surprised when he heard this, and then thought of something. He raised his eyes and looked at Ma Fei, with doubts that could not be concealed on his face: "Are we going to settle the lawsuit with you?"

Where Ma Fei was standing, he was tall and serious, and he did have a bit of a judge's temperament, so Pei Chonglin would directly think of him.

However, he felt that it was impossible. He couldn't finish the things in his camp, so how could he have so much energy to settle the lawsuits for people outside.

It was inevitable that Mr. Pei would be surprised. He, Ma Fei, was not a judge, nor was he a great master of Qingtian. It was indeed a bit reluctant to settle the lawsuit. He was just taking some time off from his busy schedule to meddle in matters that others did not dare to meddle in.

When asked, he said openly to Mr. Pei: "Hey! It's a long story. Tens of thousands of people gathered in the temporary camp outside. With more people, there will naturally be more conflicts. Those who have quarrels, those who fight for space, and those who fight for food. There were people throwing children, people getting into fights, everything.

Originally, these matters were under the control of the Fancheng Patrol Team, but the current law enforcement environment and intensity cannot be compared with those in the past. Most of them can be done with just a few words of instruction and cannot solve any problems at all.

As time went by, these people with conflicts no longer alerted the patrols. What could be resolved privately was resolved privately. I heard that people with deep grievances were often killed.

Later, didn't we suddenly arrive? When they saw it was the People's Liberation Army, they immediately found their backbone and came to us one after another to seek justice. "

Having said this, he stopped to take a breath, then looked at his military uniform and said with a troubled expression:

"Young Master Pei, you may not be able to feel my feelings without wearing a military uniform. Look at me. I'm still wearing this military uniform. As long as I wear it, I naturally have a sense of mission, and I really can't help but speak out. A fair statement.

However, you can rest assured that I, Lao Ma, know what kind of disputes can be resolved and will never cause trouble for the team. "

Ma Fei knows very well how much he weighs. The reason why he still acts as the mediator of the people at this time is because he can't bear to see the many injustices in troubled times.

In the past, it was clear that he could not intervene in the division of labor, but now that the military is almost an omnipotent role, he cannot help but abandon his original intention and ignore it.

Ma Fei finished speaking in one breath and felt a lot more relaxed. God knows how depressed he is when he faces these injustices, big and small, every day.

Survival in the last days is inherently difficult, and there are many old, weak, sick, and disabled people who come to him for judgment, and there are even people who fight to the death just for a grain of rice.

Moreover, the arrogant and unreasonable gangster is not really a gangster, and the person who suffers and is injured may not be a kind person.

Ma Fei said he was interfering in lawsuits and meddling in other people's business, but in most cases, he could settle disputes but not people's hearts. After returning justice to others, he may not be calm and magnanimous in his heart.

In a word, no one’s life is easy!

After hearing this, Pei Chonglin didn't say anything questioning. Ma Fei was an upright and upright man, and he could completely understand why he dared to take on such a thing.

Moreover, Ma Fei also said that he knew it well. At this point, he knew about it and would no longer care about it. After all, they would break camp and leave in a few days, and he would not be able to care about it at that time.

Seeing that the delay was almost over, he had no choice but to urge Ma Fei: "Sure, then it's no problem. It's time for you to set off!"

"okay!"

After the situation was explained clearly, Ma Fei naturally went about his business, but before leaving, he still said sensibly: "I'll send these people away first, so as not to disturb your peace!"

However, after he finished speaking, he found that the person opposite him didn't react at all, and he saw that he was looking past him at the people queuing over there, his expression was unpredictable, and there was even a scary smile on his lips.

"Master Pei?"

Ma Fei felt like the hairs on his hair were standing on end. Mr. Pei's situation had changed too quickly!

Shouldn't he want to act as a judge on his behalf?

Pei Chonglin still stared there and asked Ma Fei slowly: "Are you sure that the people lining up there all have problems to be solved?"

"hold head high!"

Ma Fei nodded in agreement without thinking, and then explained to him firmly: "We have been doing this for the past few days. As soon as we asked about the rules, we will know that except for those watching the fun, no one will be fine. Looking for trouble to join in the fun."

"Master Pei, what do you mean by asking this?"

"no other meaning!"

Pei Chonglin smiled even deeper, and suddenly said seriously: "I just want to sue you and seek justice for me!"