Happiness came too quickly, wave after wave.
This overwhelming happiness left the survivors, who were originally struggling in the Donghu base, dizzy with its sheer joy.
The distribution of houses and living supplies, and the cleaning were all carried out in an orderly manner.
late at night.
Inside a meeting room at the former Xiang family base.
Jiang Wu and Bai Feiming sat in the main seats.
Several high-ranking officials sat on either side.
"...Although this base has a lot of buildings, it can only accommodate less than 3,000 people, and it will be very crowded. The extra people will have to live in tents for now."
Li Zecheng had already taken stock of everything at the base with his subordinates. He continued, "Chief, if we're going to build houses, we need to start as soon as possible. It's already winter, and the temperature is getting lower and lower."
Jiang Wu nodded and said calmly, "You can discuss this directly with Fei Ming. The house doesn't need to be very nice; it just needs to provide shelter from the wind and rain."
Li Zecheng continued his report: "Chief, there is one more thing to note. We are lacking in winter supplies. Cotton-padded clothes and quilts are extremely scarce. The virus outbreak occurred in the summer, and the survivors did not bring any winter supplies when they escaped."
Jiang Wu frowned, his mind instinctively turning to the people in the shantytown.
The house was simple, drafty, and lacked supplies for keeping warm.
It's not too cold yet, so it's alright.
Once January or February arrive, there might be big problems.
Soon, Jiang Wu sighed inwardly.
That's all.
If you can help in a little, then help in a little; there's no need to make a special effort.
I'm not a saint.
Besides, the base has so many other forces, why should I care about the lives of so many people?
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