Jianon held my hand sensibly, and was unconditionally dependent on and doting on me. It felt like Jianon had become the same as Liv and the others.
"Well, hold the commander's hand and don't get lost. There will be more people around soon."
Jianon's face turned a little red, and she hugged my arms tightly with her hands, her face pressed against my body, and snuggled up to me. That funny coat made me feel like Jianon was holding on to my body like a little bear.
After a while, we arrived at the market of the city. The ground was much cleaner than the streets before. It might be a place for business. If it were dirtier, it could not be called a city. It could just be called a garbage dump.
But it was obvious that the market was not as lively as I had imagined even during the day, until I saw a sign at the entrance of the market.
[All food items are limited in quantity and are on a first-come, first-served basis.]
It seems that even if you have money you can't buy a lot, but in fact, if it is sold like this, and then look at the recent disasters, merchants will actually only take out a small part of the market at home to sell, because if we come one day, if we keep more supplies, we may be able to survive longer.
I went into a bakery, and to be honest, I think this is the only place that sells everything, because the store and the stalls are all together, and there are even clothes for sale. It saves so much space!
As a result, the window was filled with basically all the black bread that was hard to understand. Only the top row of bread looked pretty good with a brown-red crust, but it was obvious that it had been baked and left out for several days.
"Sir, you look very familiar. Would you like to buy some bread? How many pieces would you like?"
I lowered my chin and looked at the boss and said, "Are those freshly baked? These look like they've been there for a few days."
The boss was a little embarrassed when he heard what I said: "But this is a bit difficult for me. There are not many customers every day. If I make fresh bread, I don't think there will be enough flour. I bake bread every three days, so this is all I have."
Looking at the boss's embarrassed look, I could tell what he said was true: "Then I'll buy all of these. You should have a lot that haven't been put on the shelves yet. I'll buy them all. Please find a few more people to help me carry the things."
"Okay, all of them, right? Wait...what do you mean all of them? Who are you?"
The boss looked at me in shock, probably because he rarely encountered such things.
I rubbed my head nervously and awkwardly. "Don't worry about who I am. Just inform all the vendors on the street. I'll buy all the food."
"Ahhh? All inclusive? Are you sure?"
I thought about it carefully and said, "I only need those that can be stored for a long time. I don't need those with a short shelf life."
After hearing what I said, the boss patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry. With the current situation of the Arctic Route Alliance, who would dare to sell fresh products? They are all processed and the shelf life is extended. I will go and notify them now."
I suddenly felt a little speechless. How could someone say such things so naturally? But there was really nothing I could do about it.
I watched the boss's back as he left, and then looked at the bakery. In fact, the boss was the only one there. And based on my observation, most of the shops are basically run by one person, and a few are run by two people.
Now, schools and other infrastructure on the Arctic Joint Route have basically been destroyed. The places that need people are basically the military, various construction sites, or scientific researchers. As for those 48 girls who know nothing, to be honest, I no longer plan to find jobs for them.
Yes, I have given up, so I don't know who to turn to at this time. Where will they go?
And on the way, I noticed some flyers posted on pillars and walls, with a few words clearly written on them.
[Drive out all the forest rangers.]
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