Lian Xiaomin stayed in the space for nearly two hours. At around ten o'clock in the evening, the truck she was following seemed to be about to arrive.

The rain has completely stopped where we are now, but the dark clouds have covered the moon, and it is almost pitch dark.

There was no need to wear a raincoat anymore, she had already changed into her usual clothes, and quickly left the space and returned to the truck bed.

The truck had slowed down at an intersection and was driving very slowly. Lian Xiaomin jumped down and hid behind a big tree nearby.

About fifty meters ahead is a place similar to a centralized relief point, with many temporary sheds set up where villagers rest underneath.

Some people even just spread out mats or sacks on the open space without any shelter and rest.

There are quite a lot of disaster victims here, more than a thousand or so. It looks really miserable.

Except for a few people who carried deflated food bags, some pots, pans, spoons and other messy belongings, most people had basically nothing. They just ran away from the flooded areas without taking anything with them.

Some people were shirtless and barefoot, and some even had no shirts or shoes.

There are also many green tents. Perhaps the army’s flood relief and rescue command center is located here.

Lian Xiaomin saw Wu Zhengzhong's car and another car parked near a large tent with a Red Cross.

The two cars in front turned left from the intersection, perhaps going to another gathering point.

Seeing people walking around from time to time, she thought for a moment, carried a bamboo basket, put on a mask, pretended to be a nearby disaster victim, and went straight forward.

While walking, he released his mental power and continued to observe the situation in the tent over there.

In one of the tents, there was a map on the table, and several people who looked like leaders were holding a small meeting.

It was said that the breach in the riverbank had finally been blocked, and the injured comrades must be treated as soon as possible, and those with serious injuries must be sent to the commune or county town.

He also said that the current disaster relief problems are still relatively serious. The villagers in the mountains have not been rescued all yet, and the supply of materials cannot keep up. However, no matter how difficult it is, we must hold on and continue the rescue at daybreak.

Lian Xiaomin walked slowly. There were so many people around that no one noticed her. After looking around, she found a shed that was used specifically for cooking.

The cook was a soldier from the army. He was in his thirties, tall and thin. He was cooking sorghum rice porridge.

She walked around again and found that there was not much food at all. There was only a tent behind the cooking shed, which contained three bags of potatoes, two bags of sorghum rice, and a small pile of more than 50 kilograms of vegetables.

At this moment, a nurse in a white coat came to the cook with two enamel pots.

"Lao Liu, I gave some porridge to the wounded. Two of them finally woke up."

"Really? That's great. Come, I'll serve you something thick."

Old Liu smiled and grabbed a big spoon, scooping half a bowl of porridge into each enamel pot. Lian Xiaomin could see clearly with her mental power that there was still more water than rice.

Yes, there were so many people and only two bags of food.

A man who looked like a guard also came with three lunch boxes to get porridge and talked to the nurse and Lao Liu.

The young soldier mentioned that the commander had been busy at the river bank all day and had not eaten yet. This porridge was just right to warm his stomach.

Suddenly, a little girl of three or four years old came running over smelling the fragrance of rice porridge.

She didn't even have shoes and was barefoot. She stood there with her small body, staring straight at the spoon that Lao Liu was using to serve porridge, licking her lips with her little tongue, without saying a word.

Nurse Xiao Zhao couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to use the teacup lid to pour some tea for her and feed her a few sips.

The guard whispered to Lao Liu, "Is there not enough food? The porridge is so watery, even if we've had dinner, we'll probably be hungry again in the middle of the night."

Old Liu nodded, sighed, quietly took a small bowl, scooped a spoonful, and asked the little girl to come to the secluded place at the back to drink.

As a result, a boy about ten years old came over and stopped his younger sister from drinking.

"Xiaohua, this is the rice porridge for the injured uncle to drink at night. Be obedient and go back with me. Don't come here again!"

The little girl pouted, but her little hands were still holding the bowl and she didn't want to let go.

The boy continued to speak to her softly with a stern face: "If it weren't for the uncles who saved our father, he would have almost died. You've already had porridge for dinner, why do you keep coming here? This is the second time!"

Having said that, he returned the bowl to Lao Liu, picked up the little sister on his back, and walked back.

The child was too young to understand so much. The little girl finally sobbed and cried softly, her little face pressed against the back of her brother's neck, and said in a baby voice: "I'm not full... wuwuwu..."

Lian Xiaomin felt distressed when she saw that the baby was almost the same age as Xiaofu. Meanwhile, in the space, her fat boy was still sleeping soundly after eating and drinking.

Oh, let’s find a place to store some food.

She thought about it for a moment and went straight back to the intersection where she came from. Behind a few big trees on the side of the road, she quickly put out thirty bags of sorghum rice, thirty bags of millet, forty bags of cornmeal, and two thousand kilograms of sweet potatoes.

I wrote a note: A unit in the county is supporting the disaster area with 100 bags of grain, which are being unloaded at the intersection.

I walked back to the gathering point and randomly found a boy of six or seven years old who was still awake and walking around.

"Little kid, a driver just asked me to hand this piece of paper to the cook over there. If you run for me, I'll give you a piece of candy!"

The boy's eyes lit up. He only took one look at the man in the mask and then his eyes were fixed on the candy.

Lian Xiaomin looked at the stunned child, stuffed the candy into his pocket, put the note in his little hand, and pointed in the direction of the cook.

"Go quickly~"

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