In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Wang Xingsheng smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and clapped his hands excitedly: "The official issued a Baixing mission to summon survivors to clean up the corpses on the street and disinfect them.

The requirement is to be between 20 and 50 years old, and the official team will be organized to implement a shift work system.

I work about 10 hours a day and get paid, 3 pounds of old rice! "

Song Jinhe was not surprised when he heard the news. After all, the officials would not let the situation deteriorate. Their ultimate goal was to build the city up and restore it to its original appearance.

It's a pity that natural disasters and man-made disasters have wiped out most of humanity. Although it is an official team, it is still troublesome to control the survivors with evil intentions in the team.

Three pounds of old rice is indeed an attractive offer, but it is both an opportunity and a danger.

The temperature can reach 55C during the day, and even at night the temperature is often hovering around 50C, which is really not very comfortable.

Coupled with those evil people who live by robbing other people's food, the risk factor is actually very high.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai would indeed not consider doing this job, but it is a good opportunity for other survivors.

There is no shortage of food in Building 3 now, but who would dislike having too much food in their hands?

Everyone has their own considerations in mind, some are eager to try, and some are hesitant.

"This mission is a combination of danger and opportunity. Everyone knows how crazy things are out there. Robberies and murders happen from time to time, and there are many more bodies every day.

If you go, you have to bear certain risks. Maybe the rice will be snatched away as soon as you get it before you warm it up. "

Song Jinhe's words did break their dreams, but who doesn't live with his head in his belt these days?

Although they were afraid, few of them could resist the temptation of three kilograms of Chen rice every day.

"Sister Song, I want to give it a try."

"I want to go too. We are a family of three. With more food, my wife and children can live better."

"I also want to go. After all, this is an official mission. The safety factor should be guaranteed, right?"

Everyone is trying their best to hypnotize themselves, after all, the word "official" itself can affect these low-level survivors.

Song Jinhe would not rob others of their chance to live. She had already said what needed to be said, and she did not want to be a bad person.

"I have no objection if you want to go, but someone must be on duty in the building every day. You can work in batches on different days, but you must ensure that there is someone on duty in Building 3 so that no one will steal your home."

Song Jinhe could leak some supplies from her hands to them, but this was only under the condition that Building 3 was useful to her.

Once they can't even do the most basic thing of fighting against foreign enemies together, she will take back everything she has given them.

"No problem, I will organize them, let everyone go in batches, and let them earn as much food as possible while ensuring the safety of Building 3."

Wang Xingsheng came out to vouch for Song Jinhe, which proved that he had no intention of resisting.

The fact that they now have food and clothing all depends on Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai. He is not a person who forgets his roots. When others treat him well, he will do everything he can to repay their kindness.

After listening to his words, Song Jinhe's expression softened a little and he nodded slightly.

"I don't mean to stop you from earning food. I just need a stable living environment. If everyone leaves, Building 3 will have been looted by others by the time you come back."

Song Jinhe opened his mouth to explain, looked at their expressions and then continued: "The duty schedule remains unchanged. You can use your free time outside of this."

The survivors nodded in agreement, their hearts filled with excitement.

Are things going to get better? They have suffered so much, are the authorities going to lead them back on track?

Everyone was very excited. Song Jinhe looked around for a week and said nothing. He just nodded to Wang Xingsheng and returned to the 18th floor to rest.

"How many of them do you think will go?"

Cheng Qianhuai peeled an orange for her and handed it over. The other person broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, with the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"Everyone must be trying to gain something from this mission, but it's hard to say who is the wolf and who is the sheep."

The previous government also organized this event, but the promised Chen Mi was delayed again and again. In the end, the person in charge simply disappeared. Most of the survivors wasted their time and energy.

Nowadays, food and water resources are extremely scarce everywhere. All precious resources are in the hands of those in high positions. How many people can really distribute them to the survivors at the bottom?

The White Wolf with Empty Gloves trick actually allowed some officials to use it thoroughly, using the hands of ordinary survivors to clean up the dirty city and avoid disasters and epidemics that would occur after the corpses rotted.

is that useful?

It does work.

The contributors are survivors, and the beneficiaries are also survivors, but they get nothing but a clean environment.

When everyone realized that they had been fooled, there was no solution, because the high-ranking officials in charge of Yuncheng had already left along the spacious and clean road to enjoy the happiness in the base.

It was because of such unscrupulous officials that the relationship between the survivors and the authorities was so tense in the later period.

Song Jinhe chewed an orange in his mouth and said in a calm voice: "When they suffer, they will understand something. Not every official in a high position will treat ordinary survivors as human beings.

Instead of believing that such a good thing will happen to you, it is better to spend more time searching for supplies. "

Cheng Qianhuai curled his lips. He and Song Jinhe had the same idea, but what they said was somewhat implying that they should not eat minced meat.

The reason why people on the 18th floor will not be fooled is because they have abundant supplies. If they have experienced the feeling of starvation and cold, they will not easily refuse this attractive opportunity.

"Let's not talk about them anymore. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll cook it for you."

He stood up and stood in front of Song Jinhe, gently rubbing his forehead against her.

"I want to eat cold skin, can you make it?"

Song Jinhe did not refuse to be intimate with him, and gently stretched out his hand to tug his earlobe.

"As long as you want to eat it, I will."

Cheng Qianhuai blinked at her, then stood up and walked into the kitchen to start busy.

For him, nothing was as important as Song Jinhe. He didn't want to be involved in some power vortex. He was happy just cooking a meal for her in the kitchen.

He turned his head and looked at the person sitting on the sofa, holding a tablet and laughing, and there was more nostalgia and love in the corners of his eyes.

In fact, he had a brother who was in politics, and at the beginning of the end of the world, he sent someone to pick him up and take him to a refuge.

But the moment he saw Song Jinhe, he stopped thinking about it.

Rather than letting Jiang Cixu run around asking for a place in the refuge for him, it would be better to live an ordinary life with Song Jinhe like this.