Qiao Xuejun knew that the mobilization or forced relocation was beginning to show results.
All day long today, the system has been saying "Congratulations, host". Sometimes the number of people in the base increased by 4, sometimes by 5, and sometimes by 12. These are all small survivor shelters that have been relocated to the first base. The number of people has varied from 4 to 14.
At the end of the day, there were about 80 more people in total.
There are a total of 9 habitable mountains in the Hongmei Mountain area. Except for Hongmei Mountain, the other eight mountains have more than a dozen individual households, with each household having as few as four people and as many as fourteen people.
Zhao Xian had worked in registration before, and there were more than 700 retail investors with names and records.
80 people compared to 700 people is only one-tenth.
However, not all 700 people live in the high-risk area. The high-risk area is the five steepest mountains, and there should be about 500 people there.
The next day, before Qiao Xuejun even opened her eyes, she heard the system's congratulations again.
The relocation started again.
Even more people moved that day. At the end of the day, there were more than two hundred people added to the base, and there were still about a hundred people who had not moved.
The system was very happy: "The current number of people in the base is 2756! Please keep up the good work, the number will soon exceed 3000!"
Qiao Xuejun was working: "There may be more tomorrow."
Qiao Xuejun sat by the stove, digging out the pumpkin pulp and taking out the seeds. They had some pumpkins left in the field, and now Qiao Xuejun was going to fry some pumpkin seeds as a snack.
Wang Juanfeng sat beside her, washing the pumpkin pulp that Qiao Xuejun had taken out in a basin, and chatting with her: "I went to see Doctor Zheng today, and saw a lot of retail investors coming to the First Base. It seems that this heavy rain is indeed not simple."
Qiao Xuejun: "After all, it has come to this. Those who have survived until now are all aware of the current situation. It was enough to think about it for a day yesterday. Why don't you move today and wait to face the disaster?"
As Qiao Xuejun was speaking, Kuang Qianli beside him laughed sarcastically: "That's not good, there are such people."
Kuang Qianli was holding a radio. They would switch to the Survivor Alliance channel on time at 7 o'clock every night to listen to other people's messages. Today was also the time for collective contact.
After a few rustling noises, a familiar female voice came from inside, questioning: "This mountainous area of Gongzhou has never collapsed in all these years. How can it collapse now?"
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