A group of teenagers who had originally planned to go to part-time jobs after "shopping" were "sent" back to the base by soldiers as soon as they stepped out of the supermarket.
They were carrying large and small bags, frantically explaining, “We have ID!”
The soldier had already determined that their IDs were forged, and said bluntly, "You are not yet fifteen, so you cannot leave the base or clean up the battlefield. I thought your teacher told you that."
"When you return, you will have to recite the base rules 500 times, and your teacher will also be fined one month's salary."
Today’s identity documents are all printed and then stamped. The Luoyang base does not have printers with special technology, so the cost of forgery is low.
But it's not that there is no way to distinguish them. The ink of the seal uses a special process, and now only the official can get this ink. If you look carefully, you can still distinguish it.
Feng Ling and the others didn't understand why they were caught unexpectedly even though they had passed the inspection.
But now that I've been caught, I have no choice but to accept the defeat.
After taking the people back, the soldiers ran to the supermarket again.
They originally thought that supermarkets would not do business with unofficial people, but since those little kids could buy things, did that mean they could also shop?
Not all soldiers came. Only a few representatives were sent. If shopping is possible, these people will do it on their behalf.
"Of course you can." Wu Yan asked them to wash their hands and disinfect them. "As long as you don't rob or steal, you can buy anything in the supermarket."
Wu Yan repeated the price exchange again, "You can push the cart or take the shopping basket. It's up to you."
"But we only have plastic bags. If you want to save some money, you have to bring your own packaging."
In Wu Yan's opinion, unnecessary money should not be spent. Even though a plastic bag only costs 50 or 80 cents, it still costs money!
The soldiers were overjoyed and walked in in disbelief.
Compared to Feng Ling's group of kids, they know better what they should change.
No one went to the snack section or bought groceries; they bought up all the bulk rice available in the supermarket.
I also bought a lot of bagged ones.
It took them two trips to transport all the purchases.
Ordinary soldiers could not use vehicles, so they relied entirely on manpower for transportation.
But even the thinnest soldier could carry dozens of kilograms of rice and walk very briskly, as if he was worried that if he was a little slower he would be stopped by the supermarket owner and have the rice he bought returned.
The amount of rice they got for one tortilla was so huge that they thought the cashier had miscalculated.
“Are they really here to do business?”
"Maybe they really are people from the future, coming here specifically to deliver something to us?"
"Then why not just give the gift directly? Do you need to change it?"
"Who cares what they are? As long as I buy them, it's fine! I haven't eaten rice for a long time!"
"Hey, I also bought a bag of sausages, but unfortunately they are only in bags, and bags are more expensive than loose ones, otherwise I would have bought more."
"I'll ask my dad to steam the rice and cook the sausages when I get home tonight. Oh, no, I'm drooling just thinking about it now."
"I also bought some food."
“The cucumbers and cabbages in the supermarket look so fresh, and they even sell fruit!”
The things in the supermarket are so cheap that they are almost free. It seems like I would be at a disadvantage if I don’t buy them.
However, although soldiers can desert while on duty, they cannot return to the base, so they cannot go home to collect their "deposits".
Ever since money became worthless, every household would stock up on some tortillas in case of emergency.
After all, when the zombie tide comes, the supply from the rear often cannot keep up. The people in the base have been hungry before, and the longest time they have been without supplies is seven days. Their base does not produce food, so they can only rely on official and their own stored food.
"I feel like I haven't eaten fruit in half my life."
“I haven’t eaten much vegetables.”
"It's good to have food to eat! Didn't I go to the Changfeng base before? They produce grain there. You didn't see that all the machines and manpower were used, and they planted high-yield crops. Even so, they just barely met the grain production target."
"That's right. There are too many people who need to eat now, and the production can't keep up. It's good enough to have enough food. Do you still want vegetables?"
Soldiers like them can eat meat occasionally, but they can't eat vegetables even once a month.
Feng Ling and her companions, who were sent back to the base, walked on the street, carrying bags of rice, snacks and drinks, and were soon stopped by residents.
With officials in charge and everyone being a soldier, the base's security is not bad. It is even more orderly than before the apocalypse.
Petty theft still exists, but robbery and murder are almost extinct.
After all, anyone on the street could be a soldier taking a break - and catching a criminal could earn you a nice reward.
The fate of the criminals is not to go to prison and eat and drink for free, but to be locked up in a military camp and serve as cannon fodder when the zombie tide comes.
The cost of committing a crime is too high and the possibility of success is too low. Only those who dare to commit a crime are brave warriors.
That's why Feng Ling and the others dared to walk on the street without any disguise.
"Where did you get these things?"
"There's rice now? I'm almost sick of eating tortillas."
"Bought it with a ticket?"
"I still have rice coupons at home! Can I exchange them?!"
Feng Ling and her colleagues were surrounded, and the residents asked questions one after another. Some even pinched the rice bags to make sure they were full of rice. The people pinching the rice bags had tears in their eyes.
"Where did you buy this rice?"
Their eyes were fanatical, but they did not scare Feng Ling.
Although Feng Ling really wanted to hide the existence of the supermarket - who knows how much inventory the supermarket has, and whether these people can still buy the products after they buy them - but the current situation is obviously impossible to hide.
What's more, they will have to live in the base in the future.
Feng Ling said: "It's just outside the city gate. You can see it after you go out of the city gate."
"Besides rice, you can buy other things here. It's just like a normal large supermarket before the zombies appeared. It's only one floor, but it has everything you need, even clothes."
"When did it open?"
"How did it get there?"
"Is the stuff expensive? Do you need a ticket? Do you accept payment?"
Feng Ling shook her head: "No ticket, but I don't know if they charge money or not. I exchanged it for tortillas."
Everyone was shocked and said, "How many tortillas do we need to exchange for these things?!"
"I didn't expect you had so many tortillas."
"Can a pound of corn tortillas be exchanged for two ounces of rice? If so, I'll go."
Feng Ling listened to their questions and remembered that at first she also thought she couldn't afford the things in the supermarket. She was ready to go in and take a look around to broaden her horizons and then come out. Thinking of this, she felt that she should not hide it.
"It's not expensive. The cheap ones are like free." Feng Ling still finds it incredible when she thinks about it now. "A corn tortilla costs fifty dollars, but a pound of rice in the supermarket is only two dollars and a half."
The crowd was silent for two seconds, and someone broke into a voice and said, "Is this true?!"
"Little sister, you can't joke about this!"
Feng Ling: "I'm not kidding, if you want to buy it, go and get your ID."
Ordinary residents cannot leave the city gate. They need to show their identity and prove that they are going out to work part-time before they can leave.
There is also an age limit, only people between the ages of fifteen and forty can go out.
As soon as she finished her words, several middle-aged men had already left. Their pace changed from slow to fast, and they ran so fast that it seemed like they were flying.
Others who were a little slower to react also responded: "Go home! Go home and get the tortillas!"
The residents who had just surrounded Feng Ling immediately dispersed.
But that’s not the end. Feng Ling and her friends were stopped like this every time they walked to a block.
Although most people are working at this time, there are still many people without regular jobs trying their luck on the streets.
Feng Ling was stopped like this, and then she explained tirelessly.
Only when they finally reached the Public Service Center were they considered “free.”
The public service center has taken in a number of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people who have no family and are unable to work. They are allocated subsistence allowances on a per capita basis every month.
I won’t starve to death, but I can just barely survive.
If you get sick, you can basically just wait to die - there are not enough medicines and not enough medical staff in the base.
The teacher from the Public Service Center came over. She was in charge of this group of orphans headed by Feng Ling. The teacher, who had been anxious all morning, had a serious expression and anger in her eyes. Before she even came close, she shouted loudly: "Did I tell you that you are not old enough! You can't go out!"
"Do you know how dangerous it is to deal with a battlefield? How many lives do you have!"
"When you leave here when you're fifteen, I won't care what you do! But not now!"
"Have you understood..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw the group of children put down the bags they were carrying, revealing the rice and candies.
The teacher was startled. Her voice suddenly softened and she even stuttered as she asked, "Where did these come from..."
Feng Ling was already dry-mouthed from explaining, so she drank some water while motioning to her companions to explain.
The boy repeated what Feng Ling had explained before.
The teacher turned around immediately. The boy knew what the teacher was going to do. He raised his voice and said, "Teacher, why don't you go there early tomorrow morning? There should be a lot of people queuing up now!"
"They close at 10 p.m. and open at 6 a.m."
The teacher didn't stop. She kept running and said, "Do you think no one will line up at night?! Go tomorrow when they open. There will be no fewer people!"
Boy: "But the base gate closes at eight o'clock!"
Teacher: "It's such a big supermarket! It's not like it can only accommodate a dozen people at a time!"
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Ye Zhou looked at the crowd outside the supermarket, and for a moment he felt that they were even more powerful than the tide of zombies.
People brought tortillas in different containers, and the long line even stretched to the city gate.
In order to prevent the supermarket from being overloaded, the automatic glass door has been closed and can only be opened manually. The number of people entering each time is limited, and only one batch can enter after another batch leaves.
Ye Zhou looked at Zou Ming and Chen Shu who were working part-time as cashiers.
Looks like he really needs to hire some more people.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to detect if someone stole something.
He is troubled by the lack of business, and he is also troubled by too good business.
But the former brings only pain, while the latter brings sweet pain.
Ye Zhou decided to give his employees a salary increase while in this dimension.
He sighed and thought to himself that he was a really good boss.
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