A large group of people surged toward the cafeteria.
They arrived too early.
Although the cafeteria doors were open, the food serving windows were not yet open, indicating that the food was not yet ready.
The survivors who came to get food were not in a hurry.
I found a seat at random and chatted with some acquaintances nearby while waiting.
Under normal circumstances.
Dinner time is from five to six o'clock, and after that meal, there's nothing left to eat.
It's already 8 PM.
This dinner was decided on short notice, so it certainly won't be ready in a short time.
They were already very happy to have an extra meal today, so what did waiting a little longer matter?
Anyway.
They have nothing else to do, so they're just lying at home anyway.
"I never thought that crops could actually grow on wasteland!"
"That special fertilizer is really powerful; it can even produce giant crops. It's just too outrageous!"
"This is a good thing. We will have a stable food source from now on and we will never go hungry again."
"Today's meal should be considered a victory celebration."
As they chatted...
The topic gradually began to shift.
The survivors were all speculating about the scale of today's victory celebration and what kind of food they would be eating.
Putting aside other things.
At least one thing is certain now: they will definitely have enough to eat!
That giant pumpkin in the square before, if you processed some of it and used it to make porridge, I don't know how long it would last.
soon.
A rich aroma wafted from the window, quickly spreading through the air and distracting everyone from their idle chatter.
"Those who want to get food, come and line up!"
The survivors, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, rushed toward the window toward the food trays and quickly formed a neat line.
They discovered.
The celebration banquet was so lavish that it was almost unbelievable.
Pumpkin porridge, scallion pancakes, white rice, steamed buns, roasted corn, and a big pot of stew!
Tonight, there's no limit to any food you can eat. Take as much as you want, as long as you don't waste any!
After getting the food.
The survivors quickly found a place to sit down and immediately began to eat, with no one chatting in the entire canteen.
They're either cooking or on their way to get food.
Compared to these thirsty survivors, the pioneers were much calmer, eating their meals at a leisurely pace.
Each person received only a small amount of food, not because they didn't want to eat more, but because they simply couldn't eat much.
They were a bit stuffed after we showed off so many fruits and vegetables, and they haven't digested them yet.
.........
Finished the first plate.
Most people were still hungry and went back to the window to continue queuing for food, since there was no food limit today.
Scarface carried the second plate of food back to his seat and glanced at Luo Feng next to him.
"Boss, aren't you going to play another round?"
Luo Feng shook his head: "I'm already full."
Scarface and his companions felt incredibly conflicted; they had all just heard about it.
These pioneers were treated exceptionally well; they could pick some ripe fruits and vegetables to eat while working, and the administrators wouldn't say much about it.
If you get tired of eating fruit.
They can also receive an additional subsidy to apply for other food items, such as bread and instant noodles, from the office.
Consider Luo Feng's current treatment.
Consider their current situation. Although they have gathered a lot of food by scavenging today, they don't have this kind of harvest every day.
Three days at most.
Those newly cleared areas were ransacked by armed soldiers and scavengers, leaving not a single scrap of food.
The ridiculous thing is...
They used to look down on those pioneers, who would have thought it would turn out like this?
The youngest boy in the group finished his porridge, wiped his mouth, and looked at Luo Feng, suddenly asking:
"Boss Luo, are you still hiring for your land reclamation team?"
These words were spoken.
His companions put down their chopsticks and looked up at Luo Feng, clearly sharing the same idea.
Luo Feng shook his head slightly: "We're not hiring for now."
What a pity!
They didn't seize the opportunity back then, so even if you want to go into farming now, people might not even look at you.
"If you don't want to go out and take any more risks, you can stay in the park and wait. There may be new jobs available in the future."
At this moment.
Luo Feng noticed a group of people approaching the door. After recognizing their formation, he immediately got up and went over.
Scarface and the others all turned their gazes upon seeing this.
"I'm not bragging, but I was the one who discovered the first green seedling, and I was also the one who discovered the first giant crop."
"If I hadn't spoken up in time to remind you, you wouldn't have seen the crops growing at all, if it weren't for..."
Not far away.
A young man was boasting about his achievements when he glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.
"Mr. Lin has arrived!"
.........
At the entrance of the cafeteria.
Lin Mo was surrounded by a group of people.
He's the star of this celebration banquet, so it wouldn't be right for him not to show up in person.
"Mr. Lin, is everything said on the radio true?"
"With such a powerful fertilizer, will we never have to go hungry again?"
"Mr. Lin, I'd also like to work in the planting area. Are you still hiring?"
Lin Mo stretched out his right hand and pressed it down.
The crowd immediately fell silent, and countless eyes fell on Lin Mo, all waiting for his next speech.
"Everyone, please listen to me quietly."
"The plantation is not hiring for the time being, but there will be new job openings in the future, so we will make sure everyone has something to do."
"From now on, there will be no food limits, and everyone will never go hungry again, although it may not be as plentiful as it is today."
Upon hearing these words...
The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
They are not greedy. As long as there is unlimited food and they can eat their fill, they would be happy even if they drank pumpkin porridge every day!
"Mr. Lin, it is an honor for all of us to have you become the leader of this shelter!"
"It would have been better if Mr. Lin had come sooner."
"You're right. Compared to my recent life, the past was simply unbearable."
"Mr. Lin, you have no idea, those high-ranking officials from before..."
In the crowd.
A boy was about to make a dangerous statement.
A middle-aged man nearby quickly stopped him, reaching out and giving him a hard smack on the head. "What nonsense are you spouting!"
After disciplining the boy.
The middle-aged man looked at Lin Mo and Zhou Zhengguo: "Mr. Lin, don't listen to this brat's nonsense."
"Mr. Zhou, please don't take it to heart. You are very responsible towards us survivors, and everyone knows that."
The nearby survivors nodded slightly upon hearing this.
Zhou Zhengguo sighed, "This young man is right, it's true that I'm incompetent."
"Not only can we not solve the zombie horde problem, but we are also making it so that people can't even get enough to eat, and they can't even get normal food."
Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent upon hearing this.
Zhou Zhengguo suddenly changed the subject: "But now that Mr. Lin has arrived, everything has changed."
"From now on, we won't have to worry about the threat of zombie hordes or food problems. Everyone can live a good life!"
Upon hearing these words...
The emotions of all the survivors were ignited, and some of the people who were eating put down their chopsticks and stood up.
"That's right, the hard times are over, and good days are coming our way!"
"With Mr. Lin here, we no longer need to be afraid of those zombies, and we will definitely be able to survive for a long time in the apocalypse!"
“I also want to help out and contribute my share, but unfortunately the plantation is not hiring anymore.”
At this moment.
Lin Mo, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Are you satisfied with just being able to eat your fill?"
In short.
This completely stunned Zhou Zhengguo and the other high-ranking officials, as well as all the survivors in the canteen.
No... isn't being able to eat enough in the apocalypse enough?
What kind of life can be considered a good life? Life before the apocalypse was good, but they can't go back.
"Reclaiming wasteland for farming is just the beginning."
"Once I get the other projects underway at the shelter, everyone will know what good days are like."
"Of course, I can't complete these projects by myself. I may need everyone's help later."
Lin Mo's words.
No one understood what he meant or what project he was talking about, but that didn't dampen their enthusiasm!
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, we will definitely help!"
“Mr. Lin, this shelter is our common home. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you!”
"I may not be good at fighting zombies, but I can definitely help with other small things."
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