Chapter 219: It is really difficult for ordinary people to survive
Lu Er was bending over and busying himself on the side. He listened to Zhao Lixin's question and responded indifferently.
"You can drink the other bottle of water. I can't drink so much by myself," Zhao Lixin opened the black plastic bag and took a look.
It was filled with food that could be exchanged in the shelter, and the most scarce item was probably the small bag of dried dates.
I don’t know how long Xiang Yu had kept it, but he actually gave him a small bag of such a rare thing.
Lu Er raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, chuckled, and reached out to take another bottle of water.
He is considered to be Zhao Lixin's apprentice.
Zhuge Huai listened to the noise inside, closed his eyes again and leaned against the door to rest.
When Xiang Yu rushed to the exchange hall, it was already crowded with people, and the sounds of crying and noise continued to reach his ears.
There is an illusion that the eardrum is about to be torn.
"Who the hell stole everything in my backpack? It's fine if you stole my food, but I only had half a bottle of potion..."
"How on earth are you patrolling? Why haven't you caught the thief yet..."
"Damn it! You can steal my food, but you can't steal my potions. What am I going to do if I run out of potions?"
In the exchange hall, the crowds were divided into two extremes. The survivors queuing at the windows observed their surroundings with indifference and vigilance.
Another group of people were looking at the rotten backpacks in their hands, which had several cuts on them.
Xiang Yu had anticipated that such a situation would happen, so he did not carry a backpack after entering the exchange hall.
Due to the large number of survivors coming to redeem potions, the number of potion redemption windows has grown to more than a dozen.
He picked the one with fewer people and lined up at the back, and soon it was Xiang Yu's turn.
In fact, although there are many people in the exchange hall, there are very few people who really want to exchange potions. They usually line up at the exchange window.
They all wanted to buy on credit or steal other people's potions. After all, the price of even half a bottle of potion had risen to five hundred yuan.
How can ordinary people afford it?
"If you don't buy on credit, leave now. I'll call the patrol if you don't leave quickly," said the staff at the next window with an impatient look on their face.
Xiang Yu looked at the man, who appeared to be in his fifties, with a weathered face and traces of frostbite and sunburn on his exposed skin.
He was not wearing any protective clothing and had been infected with unknown bacteria. The short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was in tatters.
The dirty marks could not distinguish the original color.
The man looked embarrassed and handed over the ID card in his hand. "I only have 300 contribution points. Please sell me some. I only need potions worth more than 300 contribution points."
The staff member felt a little bit sorry for the way he looked at him, but he was just a staff member and he sympathized with the man in front of him.
But he couldn't lend a hand to help him, because looking around, almost two-thirds of the people in the hall were like him.
These people all came from the shantytowns, and their daily work was busy at various construction sites in the shelters.
In order to survive, for that little contribution every day, even though they are in their fifties or sixties, they are still working hard.
The 300 contribution points in his hand might have been accumulated by him working hard on the construction site for a year or two.
But rules are rules, and he is just a small staff member. He can't change anything or help anything.
All you can do is put away your compassion and live your own life well.
"Brother, please don't embarrass me. Three hundred contribution points is really not enough. Why don't you wait aside for a while and I will ask you later."
He made up an excuse to get the man away, and the man actually stood aside and waited obediently.
Five hundred contribution points can only be exchanged for half a bottle, which is only enough for one week.
Xiang Yu was thinking about what to do next. It was really difficult for ordinary people to survive.
Currently, since most people in the shelter have been infected with unknown bacteria, many projects have been suspended.
Even the supply of vegetables is decreasing every day. Manpower is not as sufficient as before, and the output of many things has been halved.
At this time, a large amount of colorful mushrooms began to be supplied in the exchange hall. These mushrooms grew from the bodies of survivors infected with white fungi.
Food supply is insufficient, but colorful mushrooms can be eaten, even though all the survivors know where these mushrooms come from.
But they had no other choice. It was okay to skip one or two meals, but who could stand not eating for a day or two?
Xiang Yu casually stuffed the exchanged potion into the interlayer of his protective suit, turned around and squeezed into the crowded crowd.
Walk out of the exchange hall.
As Xiang Yu walked outside, more than a dozen figures in the crowd followed him.
They pushed aside the crowded crowd and locked their eyes directly on Xiang Yu's back. Without contribution points, they couldn't buy the potion.
Then they just robbed it, since they didn’t spend a penny anyway.
There were so many survivors crowded here that the patrol team couldn't handle it all.
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