"Hurry up, hurry over there!"
"Hey, don't squeeze me!"
"Who's pushing me? My shoes are falling off!"
"Damn it, get out of my way! I want to see who dares to snatch my things. Are you all tired of living?"
In the noisy cabin, everyone was pushing and shoving desperately as they squeezed forward.
Jiang Cha saw several elderly men and women tremblingly moving to the back of the team, and then bursting out with amazing strength to get in.
There was no sign at all that her legs were not in good shape just now, she looked just like the old street dancer in the short video.
With a shout, everyone became quiet instantly, and the people in the team didn't dare to move around.
Then I saw someone cautiously walking out from the front of the line carrying something. The people in the queue were a little agitated, but were quickly calmed down by the scolding.
Jiang Cha sat on the bed holding the package, looking at the time on his watch and guessed that it should be the dining car coming to provide bread and water.
The supply is limited every day and it is on a first-come, first-served basis, so everyone is queuing up very actively.
Of course, you may not be able to eat it even if you buy it. It all depends on your ability.
No wonder someone had the audacity to ask her for food that morning. They must have thought she was young and thin-skinned and couldn't stand the moral blackmail.
Some people use their age to bully others into doing things morally, while others who are young and strong just grab things and eat them. In short, food is very scarce here.
However, compared with water, it is not worth mentioning. If you sweat for a long time in a hot and humid environment and do not replenish water in time, you may suffer from heatstroke or even dehydration.
So many people carefully preserve their water bottles, as they are life-saving devices.
The environment above is elegant, with background music, and the cafe offers stunning sea views at any time. Rich people can relax, chat and kill time there.
People in the third class cabin had to fight for water to survive. The water in the bucket had impurities and a slight smell of engine oil.
It will even be very turbid in the next few days, but even such water is limited in quantity and cannot be supplied to everyone below without limit.
Since she came to this era, she has hardly suffered any hardship because of the financial situation in this space.
I never felt wronged during my travels all over the country. I rested comfortably in the first-class cabin and ate the food carefully prepared by the chef in the dining car on the way.
This is the first time I have truly witnessed the lives of ordinary people in this era, and how they do this or that just to survive.
The so-called morality is not worth mentioning in the face of survival. Propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame can only be considered after one is alive.
The moral standards of the upper class are just to cover up their hypocrisy. In fact, their true inner strength may not be as good as those of the people who are fighting for food and trying to survive.
People around me came back one after another. Seeing that most of them looked dejected, I knew without asking that they didn't buy anything.
To put it bluntly, they can't even get a good bed. There's no way they can have a big show with just a bunch of weaklings.
Jiang Cha's seasickness symptoms eased a little, and he secretly took out a steamed bun from the space, quickly broke it open and stuffed it into his mouth.
She lowered her head, held it in her mouth for a while, and then swallowed it directly to avoid being seen moving her mouth.
Fortunately, the smell of her vomit was quite strong, so the slight scent of steamed buns was perfectly covered up.
Normally, she would have taken half a day to take a shower, change clothes, brush her teeth and rinse her mouth, but now she was being pretentious.
She even needs water to rinse her mouth. How can she be so particular as to be afraid that others may not see her?
He didn't care about hygiene standards and just swallowed it with his eyes closed.
I kept reminding myself in my mind that the two were walking in the same passage, just one going downwards and the other upwards.
There is no difference, they are all the same. The most is that the road going down is slower, and the road going up is like a highway and goes faster.
I carefully covered my mouth and ate a steamed bun, and the feeling of panic and shortness of breath in my body just now subsided a lot.
Maybe it was because I ate that my brain started to work. I calmed down and started to review where I went wrong.
First of all, there must be no problem in my hometown. If there was any problem, it would not be exposed here.
It is estimated that she was arrested in Shanghai and could not wait until this time. The owner of the grocery store in Mingzhu did not know her life and identity.
The incident in Bincheng caused such a big stir that the Japanese would probably conduct a thorough investigation, but she thought she was safe.
After all, she was completely wiped out at that time, unless someone among those who returned leaked it and described her appearance.
Then her true identity was discovered by someone, but if that happened, her happy life would be ruined.
The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that it was not done by one of us. Apart from the big boss and a few others, only a few other people know her identity.
She knew only a limited number of outsiders, and many of them were treacherous people with ulterior motives, especially her neighbors in her daily life.
The Japanese woman was fooled by her and was stunned. Later I heard that she used her family power to send her husband, who was a researcher, to the battlefield.
She lived a life of debauchery in Shanghai, surrounded by several young and handsome boys.
Every time he goes out, he is surrounded by girls. According to reliable sources, that group of pretty boys are actually "white-collar gangs", and the scammers end up meeting the beauties.
She heard this in the Japanese circles in Shanghai. The ladies who had some contact with her were extremely excited when talking about Mrs. Matsuda.
I told them about Mrs. Matsuda's life at home. It was simply indescribable. Her loose yukata (the pajamas that Japanese people wear when taking a hot spring bath) revealed bruises and purples.
Of course it’s not domestic violence, nor is it any disease or anything like that.
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