"No, I've already given so much, I'm not willing to give up! Even if I can't get her space, I still have to build a good relationship with her and cling to her powerful backer," Lu Nanfang sobbed.
Tong Xianbao was getting a headache. "No, you know perfectly well that the owner of that space has already revealed her identity, so why are you still going to get involved? Since she dared to show her hand, it means she has a powerful backer that we can't shake. Why don't we just stop here?"
"What's so good about it? I've already given so much..."
Before Lu Nanfang could finish speaking, Tong Xianbao interrupted her, "What have you sacrificed? Chatting with people every day to get information? You act like you're so wronged. Do you never talk to anyone or what? Even the space owner isn't as wronged as you!"
"Tong Xianbao, what do you mean? Are you looking down on me? Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for our future? If you look down on me so much, why don't you go find that fairy from Nancheng?" Lu Nanfang originally just wanted to complain, but after being rebuked by Tong Xianbao, she started to speak without thinking.
"Damn it, what the hell are you talking about? I wouldn't bother with you if I wasn't afraid you'd be used as cannon fodder. You really don't appreciate kindness!" Tong Xianbao got angry too. He flung his hand and limped out of the tent.
He couldn't take it anymore; he needed to find a secluded place to calm down. This period had been incredibly frustrating. Although he also wanted some space, he was still self-aware enough not to confront the state apparatus head-on.
But Lu Nanfang was clearly different. She had been bewitched by the space, saying she wouldn't force things, but deep down she refused to give up. Tong Xianbao was truly afraid, afraid that one day Lu Nanfang would drag him down and cost him his life.
And so, the two fell into a cold war. Although they shared a tent, they acted as if they didn't know each other when they met, not even exchanging a word or a glance.
Time passed day by day, and the rescue mission was coming to an end. It wasn't that the rescue team was unwilling to continue the rescue efforts, but rather that a week had passed since the golden rescue window opened, and 99% of the people trapped under the rubble had already lost their lives.
Fortunately, during the rescue, after being alerted by a loudspeaker, those trapped individuals who were still conscious activated their smart bracelets in time. Through location tracking, they were successfully rescued. Because of the timely rescue, almost all of them survived.
But those who lost consciousness the moment they were buried, unable to activate their smart bracelets, were left to their fate.
If the guards manage to dig them out, they might have a chance to survive. But if they fail to activate the bracelet by the end, their fate may be either to starve or die of thirst, or to be injured and crushed to death.
There was no other way. Faced with the ruins of the city, the guard team also needed to consider work efficiency and cost-effectiveness. Obviously, following the signal to carry out rescue was the fastest and most effective way, so naturally some people would have to be abandoned.
Of course, during the excavation process, the rescue team will also try to take into account the location characteristics of the trapped people. For example, if the signal was sent from the collapsed residential building, the rescue team will try to dig around the area to see if there are any other trapped people.
However, if the signal is coming from a place like a warehouse, they might only dig out that one signal source and ignore the surrounding area. The supplies were also dug up, sorted, and stored by the newly recruited guards.
And so, more than a week passed, a period chosen by fate. As fewer and fewer survivors were unearthed, the guard team changed their strategy and decided to begin excavating the buried supplies.
There's no other way; the living need to eat. Relying on the newly hired guards to dig without the help of machinery is simply a drop in the ocean and doesn't do much good at all.
The food that the disaster-stricken people are eating now is basically taken from the secret warehouse of the Suzhou City Guard Team. That food was grown by the guards and laborers over the past two years. Although the quantity is not small, it is not enough to feed so many people.
Alas, in the end we still have to rely on the people's stored grain!
But are those buried grain reserves so easy to find? Of course not!
The newly recruited guards, lacking experience, strength, and equipment, could only start by searching large supermarkets and small shops. These places had concentrated supplies, and as long as they moved aside the rubble and debris, they could generally find something.
But aside from these places, the supplies in the residential buildings had to be carefully searched through the ruins. They were already hard to find, and what was found was often in damaged packaging and scattered all over the ground. Every time the guards saw it, their hearts would ache.
The efficiency was pitifully low, but there was no other way; they still had to search. The guards' food supplies were running low, and they couldn't let the people go hungry.
As for reporting it to the Alliance to distribute relief food? You might as well forget about it!
Because it's not just one region in trouble now, but the whole country is suffering. Even if the alliance wants to help, it's powerless to do so. Otherwise, you'd think it's a matter of who gets help and who doesn't, right? So, let's think about how to get through this difficult time on our own.
So, Li Sikai originally planned to take Yuan Ruoxi for a stroll in Dongcheng to see how Tong Xianbao and Lu Nanfang would react, but he was delayed because he had to help dig for supplies.
As for Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan, since they don't live with everyone and don't usually gossip, they are still unaware of the rumors about fairies in Nancheng.
That day, Shen Yanming returned home exhausted after a long day of work. After greeting Bi Qiaoan, he took his own bowl and chopsticks to get his meal.
At first, he would eat at the restaurant before returning to the tent to be with Bi Qiaoan.
However, in the last two days, the rice in the temporary canteen has turned into thin porridge, and the two large white steamed buns per person have been reduced to one. For Shen Yanming, who has never skimped on his meals, this is a bit hard to accept.
I found out that this was only because they were being paid well for doing manual labor.
Those who suffered, except for the injured who needed to rest, were all changed from the initial thin rice porridge to cornmeal gruel, and even a steamed bun was reduced to half. As for vegetables, forget about them; it was already considered good if they were given half a full meal for free.
So Shen Yanming sat down in front of his tent and ate a bowl of thin porridge with a steamed bun stuck in his chopsticks.
Passersby were used to this scene, as everyone already knew that Shen Yanming had brought his pregnant wife out to do a mission.
Those who initially thought the two were fooling around all became understanding after learning about their family situations. Furthermore, because Bi Qiaoan never used the guards' resources, the guards were exceptionally lenient towards the two.
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