Hua Mi was simmering pork rib soup, looking like she didn't want to go.
She still needs to go to the RV storage room to put out straw later.
There was just too much rush, it was growing more and more, and it was maturing faster and faster.
The maturation rate of rush grass is now comparable to that of oranges.
With so much straw, they had to clear it out as quickly as possible. Now, behind the RV supermarket, there was not only a lot of straw piled up, but also straw mats, straw hats, straw shoes, and straw ropes that Ye Rong had hired people to weave.
These straw ropes are a real treasure. Several straws are woven into ropes, and with a little water, they won't burn or break when rubbed. Even a dozen men playing tug-of-war couldn't break them.
This straw rope can be used to weave straw frames or to bundle supplies.
Ye Rong even said that they planned to build some thatched huts using straw.
Anyway, if you think about it carefully, there are quite a few uses for rush grass.
Ye Rong walked over, took the spoon from Hua Mi's hand, and said in a rather ambiguous way,
"Keep it up, I'll take care of this, you go ahead."
What's going on here? Hua Mi looked at Ye Rong. Was she still Gong Yi's wingman?
Ye Rong winked at Hua Mi again, looking like she knew everything.
After some hesitation and dawdling, Hua Mi reluctantly climbed down from the RV and walked up to Gong Yi.
Where to?
"You'll find out when you get there. Anyway, they won't sell you out."
Gong Yi turned his head, gesturing for Hua Mi to get into the car.
He returned to Xiangcheng, driving an ordinary garrison jeep.
As we continued forward, we saw survivors protesting on both sides of the street.
Because the free food was no longer being distributed, many survivors went to the usual distribution points to protest against the Xiangcheng garrison's decision to cancel their free food.
The rain was heavy, but people recruited from the community could still be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys, pumping out the jelly-like liquid with water pumps and condoms.
It is thanks to these people who work in shifts around the clock that Xiangcheng has not yet been submerged in jelly-like water.
When Gong Yi's car arrived, the protesters on the roadside became even more vocal, and some of the more radical ones even threw stones at Gong Yi's garrison jeep.
Those who attempted a surprise attack were quickly brought under control by the garrison, dragged onto a truck, and once a truckload was assembled, they were thrown out of the city.
Hua Mi sat in the passenger seat of Gong Yi's car, turned her head to look at the survivors protesting on the street, and pouted.
"These people are not lovable."
Then I looked at the survivors working hard in the streets and alleys, painstakingly pumping jelly juice.
"These people are lovely."
Seeing her like this, Gong Yi couldn't help but laugh. He raised his hand, placed it on Hua Mi's head, and turned her head around.
"Stop looking. Since you've already done it, there will be different opinions. Why think so much?"
Hua Mi raised her hand and pried Gong Yi's hand away. Gong Yi then grabbed her hand in return, and they pulled at each other silently.
Hua Mi forcefully shook off Gong Yi's hand, frowned, and asked:
Where exactly are you taking me?
Why are you getting handsy and touching me? It's disgusting!
"I have a new friend."
Gong Yi straightened his expression and explained while driving.
The people who came were the garrison commander of City C and the management commander of City C.
"It's quite rare these days to find garrison and management commanders who are so in sync."
Hua Mi felt a little emotional. She didn't know much about City C, but in her previous life, after the natural disaster, she and Fang Xin had a very difficult year together.
But when all her energy was focused on introspection, she rarely cared about the outside world.
By the time she had the time and energy to pay attention to the outside world, most of the people had already died.
Gong Yi was driving when his fingers twitched, and he wanted to make a move on Hua Mi again, but he decided to hold back because of her cold face.
They arrived at the right side of Xiangcheng, just as a group from City C had already entered the city and settled down.
"Commander Gong!"
Outside a small restaurant that hadn't yet collapsed, Zhou Cheng, the commander of City C, dressed in the uniform of the garrison commander, greeted Gong Yi warmly.
He came forward, about to give Gong Yi a warm hug.
Gong Yi turned around, went around to the passenger seat, opened the car door, and helped Hua Mi out of the car.
His attitude was incredibly attentive.
Zhou Cheng was stunned. What happened to the promise that everyone would dedicate their lives to their respective cities and grow old alone?
The oaths made by the university garrison back then have now become a pile of shit.
No, perhaps Gong Yi has his own reasons, or perhaps she is just a woman with whom he has a deep but shallow relationship.
Zhou Cheng refused to admit that he was jealous. He was a single dog and didn't even have a girlfriend. How could Gong Yi, a single titanium dog, break their vows?
Gong Yi brought Hua Mi to Zhou Cheng and introduced her to him.
"Ami, let me introduce you. This is my brother, Zhou Cheng, nicknamed Erha, whom I met when I was in the military academy."
Zhou Cheng, the husky, glared fiercely at Gong Yi, then looked at Hua Mi eagerly.
"Ami, you must be Ami! I've heard so much about you."
He said, "How could a single guy like Gong Yi, who's practically a titanium-level bachelor, possibly find a girlfriend? Turns out, this beautiful woman is Hua Mi."
Hua Mi and Gong Yi have only a cooperative relationship, a purely cooperative one.
Gong Yi put one hand on Hua Mi's shoulder and led her forward.
"Let's sit inside and talk,"
Zhou Cheng's eyes widened again. He looked down at his hands and the woman's shoulder. What did it feel like?
He had never experienced it.
"Zhou Cheng!"
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