Chapter 108 is pretty good.
Because there were not enough tents, Shu Lan put all the sundries in the warehouse into the space. Some of the rooms that were not full also invited people who came later to bring their quilts in to fill the empty spaces, trying to make room for everyone to have a roof to shelter from the rain and a place to lie down and sleep.
That night, we all slept very late and slept very crowdedly. Unlike the original base where we had our own beds and rooms, we felt more secure and warm when we huddled together. It was like having many strangers and family members to help us resist the cold winter.
Ji Xin asked Zhong Mei to make room for Ji Lan. Zhong Mei agreed. She, Lu Qinghe, and Su Zhen dismantled their bed frames and put the mattresses on the ground to form a large bunk bed, which could accommodate two or three people.
After turning off the lights, the room was quiet for a while. Suddenly, Lu Qinghe said, "My quilt smells musty."
"Mine too."
"Mine still smells like stinky feet."
Zhong Mei was helpless: "We found it within a day. The commander has done his best. Master Maomao must have used his supernatural powers to remove the dust. There is really nothing we can do about the smell."
"I know. The quilt is broken, but the commander is good."
Ji Lan opened his eyes and adjusted his sleeping position.
Lu Qinghe was closest to her and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for waking you up."
"It's okay, I can't sleep either."
Su Zhen suddenly spoke up and asked, "Are you worried about your superpowers being plundered?"
Ji Lan said, "That's not bad. My cousin has already prepared me mentally. You have to give up before you can gain. Just consider it the admission fee to District 9."
Lu Qinghe yawned and said, "Yes, I don't think she's taking your abilities now because she wants to give fairness to all those who have been plundered. Otherwise, those who came first will lose their abilities, while those who came later will be able to keep them, which will create a psychological gap."
Ji Lan said softly, "I shouldn't have issued a wanted notice for her before. I knew the four people she killed weren't good people, but if I didn't issue a wanted notice, I wouldn't be able to explain to her family."
Zhong Mei asked, "Are you afraid the commander will hold a grudge against you?"
"Um……"
Zhong Mei said, "You're overthinking it. I've been with her the longest. If she held a grudge against you, she would have killed you right then and there. The fact that you're still alive and well proves that she didn't take it seriously."
Ji Lan appeared and was speechless for a moment: "Kill him on the spot...?"
"Yes, those who have had their powers plundered but still refuse to obey will also be killed. The commander said they look like they don't want to live, so he just grants their wish."
"There are also those with bad character who secretly bully the weak or make advances on women. We will catch them and not say anything. We will just let Master Mao Mao shoot them and burn them into ashes."
Ji Lan became more and more excited as she listened: "So everyone listens to her so much because she kills without blinking an eye?"
"Not entirely. It's mainly because she's very kind to people who obey her. Why would she seek death when she can live a good life?"
Su Zhen said: "If we tell the commander tomorrow that these quilts have a smell."
Zhong Mei said, "Then she will definitely find a way to solve it for us."
"Well! Let's go to sleep. I'm so sleepy."
Ji Lan closed her eyes. Her quilt actually had a musty smell, but she was new there and didn't feel comfortable joining in the conversation.
In the past, she was the one who helped the people at the base deal with these difficult and complicated problems in life. When she heard these people so confidently entrusting their trust and problems to Qin Xiaoshuang, she felt a little envious.
She also began to look forward to tomorrow.
The next morning, Shu Lan took Shu Maomao by the hand and landed at the cafeteria door. It hadn't rained last night and the ground was almost dry again.
"This morning we had glutinous rice balls in brown sugar and ginger soup. Baby, take out the brown sugar, glutinous rice flour, and ginger."
Shu Maomao placed the supplies on the open space as she requested and said, "There's no brown sugar left in the warehouse."
Shu Lan asked, "Is there any sugar left?"
"There are still about two tons left."
Shu Lan did some mental calculations first, but then realized she couldn't figure it out with so many people, so she said, "Take out half a ton first."
The main products produced in the space are raw materials grown or raised. Things that need to be processed, such as sugar, milk powder, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, are all available from the stocks that Lin Yi had stockpiled from all over the place. Once they are used up, they are used up. What he finds outside are all expired and rotten.
Shu Lan and Shu Maomao discussed head to head: "We think we need to arrange some people to process these seasonings. Sugar is extracted from sugarcane, and salt is extracted from seawater... We are a bit far from the sea."
Shu Maomao said, "Teacher Zhou can reconstitute sugar and salt."
"With his body's energy, asking him to use his supernatural powers to reconstruct salt and sugar for 30,000 people would probably kill him in a few days."
Shu Maomao suddenly frowned and said unhappily, "Mommy, it's urging me again."
"system?"
"It allows us to accommodate 50,000 people as quickly as possible to unlock the rewards."
Shu Lan said, "I'll go back and smash it tonight. They're always pushing me. What can I do if they're slow? Do I have to drive to every base to grab them? Speaking of which, I don't know how those psychics are doing against the Zombie King. Maybe they'll win."
It would take a while for breakfast to be ready. Shu Lan woke up the technician to help her tune the radio. Then, holding the microphone, she asked in a serious tone, "Good morning, dear listeners. It's been a while since I last contacted you. How are you all doing?"
After a while, Anselin's lazy female voice sounded: "Very good."
Shu Lan covered her mouth, opened her eyes wide and looked at Shu Maomao: Oh no, I'm talking to her again.
Shu Maomao stretched out his hand: Mommy, let me do it.
Shu Lan shook her head and spoke into the hand microphone, performing her acting to the utmost.
"Hello, hello? Oh, it's raining and the signal is really bad. I can't hear anything."
She dropped the microphone and told the technician to turn off the radio.
It has been forty days since Anselin challenged Beiting to a fight. Anselin is still alive, so it is clear who is winning without asking.
Poor human beings, like salted fish, unable to turn over.
Shu Lan briefly sympathized with her compatriots who were being beaten, but quickly changed her perspective and thought: Even if they haven't fought before, they should know to surrender, right?
Doesn't that mean everyone has to come to her?
Commander was the highest-ranking position Shu Lan had ever held, followed by the class discipline committee member, who was in charge of the discipline of 42 people. Later, he was removed from this position because he always used his power for personal gain and gossiped with his deskmate, and was reported by others.
The influx of more survivors into District 9 means more problems in food, clothing, housing and transportation need to be solved. Just thinking about it makes me feel like a hornet's nest has fallen on my head, and my head is buzzing.
Shu Lan shook her head, shaking off her worries.
Worrying about the future in advance will make you age early. Taking one step at a time is the most perfect attitude towards life.
The ginger soup meatballs in the cafeteria are ready. Everyone holds a steaming bowl and finds their own corner to squat and drink the soup.
"Eating glutinous rice in the morning in winter can nourish the spleen and lungs, and boost qi and blood."
"Indeed, I even used ginger soup to dispel the cold as a base. I felt much better after drinking it. The Commander really cares about everyone's health."
After Shu Lan came back, she accepted the praise along the way with a smile on her face without saying a word.
In fact, she didn't think about it, she just wanted to eat it.
Shu Maomao's bowl was bigger than his face. The ginger soup with sugar was just the right amount of spicy and sweet, and coupled with the soft and glutinous meatballs, he really liked today's breakfast.
Shu Lan explained to him, "Actually, this is just plain glutinous rice balls. If you have the conditions, it would be even more delicious if you put some red bean paste or sesame filling in it. Mommy will make a special meal for you next time."
Shu Maomao raised her head from the bowl and was about to ask what red bean paste was, when she suddenly became keenly aware of the gazes being focused on her.
Everyone secretly thought that he was aloof and gloomy, and that he was scary, so few people dared to stare at him for a long time.
Shu Maomao turned his head and stared back with cold eyes.
"Mommy, that girl named Ji Lan is looking at me again. She must have some conspiracy."
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