There are internal and external troubles. If one day the survivors inside the building and the thugs outside the building join forces to deal with the 18th floor, even if Song Jinhe can defend his home, he will probably have to pay a heavy price.

He didn't want Song Jinhe to face this kind of situation in the future, so he could only prepare in advance and pave the way for Song Jinhe.

Song Jinhe sat on the sofa and thought for a while, but in the end he still disagreed: "Am I going to raise them in vain?

At present, they are of little help to me. What should I do if I give them supplies but increase the appetite of this group of people? "

She understands this truth very well.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally knew that what she was most worried about was that she was afraid that these people would have unsatisfied desires and start asking for food and clothing after they were fed and clothed.

People will always have desires, this is human nature, and it can never be changed.

"It's not that you raise them in vain. Don't you have potatoes in your space?"

Song Jinhe thought of the potatoes piled up in his space and nodded hesitantly.

Cheng Qianhuai snapped his fingers in front of her: "That's it, potatoes and sweet potatoes, both of which are easy to survive, have strong vitality, and can also be used to satisfy hunger.

You don't need to give them free food, just give them a few potatoes and sweet potatoes, and the rest is up to them.

Now that they have a source of food, they will naturally not keep their eyes on the 18th floor. According to Wang Xingsheng's temperament, he will definitely remember your favor. "

Song Jinhe thought for a moment and felt that this made some sense. After all, there were hungry wolves around, and her fat body was really too eye-catching.

If she can provide them with food to survive, then naturally she can live a lighter life, without having to be wary of intrusions from outsiders every day.

"It's like what you said, good friends and bad friends."

Cheng Qianhuai spoke again: "With enough food, they will be able to survive on their own, and you can just take a commission from it. They can also use the harvested potatoes and sweet potatoes to exchange supplies with other survivors."

Song Jinhe was a little confused when he heard this: "Why should I take a cut of it? Wouldn't it be a greater favor if I could just let them go and give everything to them?"

Cheng Qianhuai tapped her little head lightly: "You can hoard supplies, but you can also pretend that you are in short supply.

The purpose of drawing achievements from the materials they grow is to tell them that your materials are not inexhaustible.

Our purpose is to let this group of people understand that you will also be short of supplies and you are not omnipotent. "

He covered Song Jinhe's legs with a blanket and spoke again: "Taking achievements proves that you also value this food source, and it can also reduce their illusions about the quantity of your supplies.

Through this channel, you can slowly get closer to them. Then the 18th floor will not be our 18th floor, but the 3th floor of Building 18. "

Song Jinhe pulled the blanket on his legs and said thoughtfully: "I can't give them the potatoes for free. The manpower must be unified, and the location for planting potatoes must be designated by me.

The direction of the whole thing must be placed in My hands, so that I can also hold the hearts of people in My hands. "

Cheng Qianhuai nodded approvingly: "That's the truth."

"Anyway, Wang Xingsheng also knows that we have searched for crop seeds. Once their basic survival problems are solved, I can also provide other fruit and vegetable seeds for them to plant.

In this way, the rise and fall of the entire Building 3 will be in my hands. With food, I can exchange for more supplies. By then, all I will have is not only these supplies, but also a steady stream of talents! "

After all, when talking about Building No. 3, the first thing that the survivors in Yuncheng think of is the rich materials and happy life here.

There must be a lot of people who want to come here, but most ordinary survivors must want to come here to seek refuge.

By then, with Jinyuan Belvedere as the center, Yuncheng may be able to regain its vitality.

At that time, Song Jinhe will no longer be a lamb to be slaughtered in the eyes of various forces, but a target to defect to and a distinguished guest to attract.

"My God, your proposal is really good!"

Song Jinhe patted Cheng Qianhuai's shoulder hard. Before the end of the world, she had always wanted to protect herself and live well.

But Cheng Qianhuai's current proposal is to let her expand her territory of power, and the situation of being a slave to others will be reversed.

Let Song Jinhe gradually grow from an ordinary person to a powerful person. This is Cheng Qianhuai's real purpose.

He will use all means to help Song Jinhe grow to a position that is difficult for others to reach. Only in this way will she have someone to support her. Even if one day he dies unexpectedly and cannot be by her side, she will not fight alone.

Rather than protecting her as a canary under his wings, it would be better to take her to the top of the mountain, entrust the power in her hands, and let her become an eagle soaring in the sky.

"Well done, it's up to you to decide what to eat tonight!"

Song Jinhe patted Cheng Qianhuai's shoulder hard again, his eyes full of approval.

"I have many benefits. Now I am rewarded with the right to order food. What will you reward me with in the future?"

Cheng Qianhuai raised his eyes to look at her pink lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes became darker.

Song Jinhe leaned on the sofa and thought for a moment, then waved his hands grandly.

"I'll give you whatever you want. I'm a little rich woman. As long as you want it and I have it, I won't be stingy."

Cheng Qianhuai smiled and asked, "Really?"

"It must be real, more real than pearls."

"Then if I want to do it in the future, you won't be able to go back on your word."

Song Jinhe clicked his tongue and said, "Am I this kind of person? You, Sister Song, always keep your word."

Cheng Qianhuai put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, then nodded with satisfaction.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and seeing that the time had reached 4:30, the two went to the space to pick a bag of potatoes and went downstairs.

如今3号楼内剩余人已经不多了,只有1101住着的李绵绵,1401住着的一家三口,1602的汪兴生一队人还有1701一家人与1702一家人。

Song Jinhe directly removed the 1702 family from the list. This kind of family was not worthy of being included in her plan. Even if they came, they would probably cause trouble.

The rest of the aborigines in Building 3 may have made mistakes in the past, but they were not unforgivable.

Song Jinhe was waiting in 1602 with Tudou. Everyone except 1702 was called up by Cheng Qianhuai for a meeting.

Zhang Shimin and Zhou Bengao had already woken up, with a few scars on the corners of their mouths. They were huddled in the corner and remained silent.

When everyone was present, Song Jinhe spoke clearly about his purpose.

"After spending so long with you all, you may think that I have a lot of supplies and live better than you."

She bent her eyes and smiled: "Actually, all I rely on is growing some crops to satisfy my hunger. I can eat well, but it doesn't mean I can live a decent life."

The people around them looked at the potatoes filled with wet mud in the bag and swallowed subconsciously.

“Before the apocalypse, I loved growing flowers and plants. After the apocalypse, I got a lot of seeds. I simply pulled out the flowers and cleared the soil and planted all the sprouted potatoes and sweet potatoes at home.

The output is quite impressive, and I have tasted the benefits, so I dare to take everyone to do it together. "

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