Chapter 105: You can only gain if you give.
Due to weather reasons, work in District 9 was suspended today. People who had nothing to do and were bored huddled indoors wrapped in their thin blankets, trying their best to keep warm.
Ji Xin said, "The firewood in the basin is almost burned out. Who's going to go to the storehouse to get more?"
Fang Botao said: "My legs are numb and I can't stand up."
Ji Xin cursed, "I don't believe you. It's rock-paper-scissors. Whoever loses gets to take it."
After a group of grown men finished the game of rock-paper-scissors, Ji Xin, who had made the suggestion, was defeated miserably. He stood up cursing and opened the door. The cold wind mixed with rain blew on his face, and his whole brain shuddered.
The people in the room also suffered, urging him: "Damn it, it's freezing, close it quickly!"
Ji Xin closed the door, opened his umbrella, and walked towards the warehouse where firewood was stored next to the electric fence with his neck hunched like a little old man.
Out of complete trust in the commander, they had previously avoided putting up an electric fence. However, many people felt unsafe around the base, often waking up in the night in terror. So, they installed a metal fence around the base. Although it had no electricity, it could at least stop any zombies from approaching.
He shivered as he found a trailer loaded with soil, filled it with firewood, and covered it with a waterproof sheet. Since they were all out anyway, Ji Xin planned to deliver some firewood to the female dormitory as well.
After pushing the cart a few steps, he stopped and looked back in surprise. He heard the sound of a car approaching outside.
As expected of a commander, he's so quick. It's only afternoon, and he's already found supplies and brought them back to warmth.
Ji Xin put down the cart and ran to the broadcasting room to ask someone to come out and open the door. However, the approaching convoy did not have the familiar license plates.
The first young woman who got out of the car, wearing a raincoat, was not the woman they were familiar with.
Ji Lan followed the direction Zhou Xue Ning pointed and found the new base in District 9.
There was a striking new city-state among the ruins. She stood in the center of the city-state residents' sight like a stranger, and suddenly felt a little cramped.
"Hello, I'm Ji Lan from District 15. Is your commander here?"
"Cousin!" Ji Xin was overjoyed when he saw her face clearly. He threw away his umbrella and rushed out, hugging Ji Lan excitedly: "You're still alive, so great!"
Ji Lan was startled and pushed him away. When she saw his face clearly, she remembered that he was her uncle's son.
"Second cousin? Ji Xin?"
When the virus broke out, she was attending university in the city of District 15, and Ji Xin was working in District 9. They both left their hometowns and were the most distant relatives, but they met again in a foreign land by chance.
Ji Lan's eyes instantly turned red, and she choked up and said, "It's great that you are alive too."
Fortunately, she came and did not make the wrong decision.
Ji Xin took off his glasses and wiped away his tears: "You surrendered from District 15? It's quite far, isn't it? It's good to surrender early. Our commander... uh uh uh..."
Fang Botao covered Ji Xin's mouth and dragged him away, giving Zhong Mei a look. Zhong Mei walked up to Ji Lan with an umbrella and said, "Our commander has taken people out to look for supplies. He hasn't returned yet. You can talk to me first. I remember the commander of District 15 is a fire-type mutant. Is he here?"
Ji Lan, who was originally confused, looked dim. No matter whether people were inside or outside the base, they could only see Jing Hongyu.
"He's not here. He went to respond to the call to kill the Zombie King. I chose to surrender with some of the people in the base."
"How many people?"
"About ten thousand."
"More than 10,000 people." Zhong Mei glanced back and said, "We need to expand the dormitories. The rain is too heavy, call them all into the base and set up tents to shelter from the rain."
The words "expand the dormitory" relieved Ji Lan's anxiety.
The fact that they immediately thought about arranging accommodation when we met shows that this base is really as inclusive and friendly as advertised on the radio.
At this moment, Ji Xin, who had been dragged to a corner, was being scolded. Fang Botao lowered his voice and scolded him, "Even if she's your cousin, she still has to keep her mouth shut. Master Maomao has sharp ears. If he's on his way back and hears you talking nonsense, the commander will definitely treat you to peanuts."
Ji Xin broke free from his hand: "I know! What I want to say is that our commander is very kind. She can live a good life here."
Fang Botao breathed a sigh of relief and put his arm around his shoulder. "That's fine. Be smart. I don't want my best friend, who's been through thick and thin with me, and my most beloved commander, to become enemies."
"Dude, you really overestimate my courage."
More than 10,000 people got off the vehicles and entered the base one after another. People from District 9 came forward enthusiastically to help block the rain and set up tents.
Zhong Mei diligently handled the reception duties, answering Ji Lan's questions, guiding her around, and introducing the base. Whenever the opportunity arose, she would ask her, "I'm in charge of personnel management at the base. How many people with special abilities do you have? Do you have a list?"
Ji Lan told her the truth about the people with special abilities. District 9 accepted them as soon as they met. They will live together in the future, and exchanging personnel information is also a necessary procedure.
After listening to this, Zhong Mei confirmed that there were no particularly threatening psychics, and said calmly, "When our commander returns, you need to call all the psychics to go in front of her so that she can get familiar with her."
Ji Lan nodded: "Okay."
Ji Xin jumped out from the corner: "Meimei, can my cousin and I chat over there for a while? Just chat about family matters."
Zhong Mei glanced at him, assessed Ji Xin's courage, and agreed: "Okay."
Ji Xin pulled Ji Lan to a place with fewer people. Fang Botao, who was not far away, kept winking at him and making gestures of pinching his lips.
When Ji Lan's eyes swept over, Fang Botao immediately turned around to talk to Du Shaohui, pretending nothing had happened.
Even a cautious person like Ji Lan began to have doubts in his heart.
What is this man who dragged Ji Xin away doing in sign language?
After finding a steel warehouse that was sheltered from the rain, Ji Xin placed the dry blanket on Ji Lan's shoulders and said, "Wear it close. You've been busy running around, and your lips have turned purple from the cold."
Ji Lan wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, feeling the warmth of being cared for for the first time in a long time. She pursed her lips, a smile in her eyes: "Thank you, second cousin."
"When we were little, you always called me Ji Xin without any respect. Now you are so polite to me. It seems that things have changed. I feel sad when I hear it."
Ji Lan changed her tone: "I understand, Ji Xin."
Ji Xin asked cautiously, "Have you awakened your superpowers?"
"Yeah, ice type."
Ji Xin's expression became strange. After a mental struggle, he sighed, "Cousin, listen to me. You have to give up before you can gain."
"ah?"
"The cafeteria said they have scrambled eggs tonight. You must not have had eggs in a while."
The topic jumped so quickly that Ji Lan was confused: "Is there any connection between these two?"
Ji Xin pushed Ji Lan out and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Just remember these two sentences. I'll get you some hot water."
In the evening, the rhythmic beeping of truck horns could be heard outside the base, arrogant and high-profile, as if announcing their return to the world.
This time it was indeed their commander.
Ji Lan stood with the people from District 9, his hands tightly clasped together, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
I wonder what Qin Xiaoshuang, the commander of District 9, who I had a brief exchange with, will be like when we meet.
The door of the leading truck opened and a little boy about six or seven years old jumped out.
Ji Lan's thoughts paused, he blinked, and read it carefully several times.
With delicate and tender facial features and short arms and legs, he is indeed a boy, not an adult like a dwarf.
Ji Lan's doubts about District 9 deepened. A dangerous mission like searching for supplies should be undertaken by the most elite psychics. Why would they bring a child who needed protection with them?
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