Chapter 153 Glorious Ascension.
As more and more goods were released in stores, people's desire for food stamps grew greater and greater.
At this time, when the idea of performing to win food stamps was brought up, everyone began to rack their brains to come up with a program, and even asked in a roundabout way about the commander's preferences from people who had participated before.
"Commander, do you prefer song and dance performances or comedy performances?"
"She seems to like them all."
"Where's Master Mao Mao?"
"He doesn't seem to like it much."
That morning, Shu Lan sat at the dining table, chewing corn. Lu Qinghe came over listlessly and sat down. She picked up the egg yolk on the table, which was open to everyone, and stuffed it into her mouth. After chewing and swallowing, she said, "Commander, I'm heartbroken."
Shu Lan asked: "When did you fall in love?"
Lu Qinghe sighed, "To be precise, I'm not in love. I've been pestering him for a few months, but I found that no matter how much I hinted, he just wouldn't understand. So yesterday, I gritted my teeth and confessed my feelings to him directly, but he rejected me outright, saying he already had someone he liked."
Shu Lan comforted her: "Don't be sad, he just has no vision."
"He said he likes you."
Shu Lan immediately changed her tone: "But then again... who is that person?"
"He's from District 15. He's very tall, very strong, and quiet. He's always surrounded by a bunch of younger followers. He's a handsome guy named He Sheng."
Shu Lan said, "Oh~ It's him! Then I'll go tell him clearly that I don't like him and tell him to find someone else as soon as possible."
Shu Maomao suddenly blurted out, "My mother only likes me."
Lu Qinghe burst out laughing: "No, that's too hurtful. Let's wait until he confesses his feelings. But judging from his personality, he doesn't seem like the type to take the initiative to confess his feelings."
Shu Lan took a thoughtful bite of corn, chewed it for a few times, and suddenly asked, "Qinghe, say, there's a man who responds to all your requests and takes care of you in every way. But he's very careful not to let you know how good he is to you, and he actively keeps his distance from you. What would you think?"
Lu Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "I would suspect that he had done something very wrong to me and is secretly making up for it."
"Is that so..." Shu Lan dragged out the words and nodded in agreement: "I have understood Master Qinghe."
Lu Qinghe asked curiously, "Commander, who is this man you are talking about? Can I know?"
"No, it's a secret."
"Eh? That's not fair. I've told you all my love stories! Tell me, Commander..."
It’s impossible to tell, after all, it’s a secret.
With the raincoats, work no longer needs to be stopped during rainy seasons. The construction of the base is proceeding in full swing, and the huge underground base has begun to take shape.
As the number of people pouring into District 9 continues to increase, the area of the base is also increasing.
When the ceasefire ended, the total number of people in her base reached 180,000, but this was not the end of the growth in numbers. A young boy was still reporting unfamiliar locations and stating approximately how many people were waiting for rescue vehicles.
Those were the people who were abandoned at the base by the mutants before.
When the zombies broke through the defense line and rushed towards this group of people, they were all prepared to face the fate of being infected.
As a result, the other party used intimidation and threats, drove them onto the road like sheep, and forced them to walk south.
The zombies that are lurking around, the confusing future, and the barely surviving life have caused the mood of collapse to spread among the crowd like a powerful infectious disease.
They cried loudly on the spot: "Why? I won't leave, just bite me to death."
"I don't want to live anymore. Life is too painful. I'll starve to death on the road sooner or later anyway. I might as well become a zombie like you guys."
When people are no longer afraid of death, their courage increases several times, and they even dare to face these fellow creatures with green faces and fangs. Then they find that there is not much desire for food and hatred in their eyes, but only sympathy, helplessness, and deep sorrow.
"Since you are not infected, just live well and move forward. Someone will come to pick you up."
"Becoming a zombie isn't as good as you think. You can feel the inside of your body gradually turning into rotting flesh. It's like living and witnessing yourself rot into mud. Once the rot reaches your brain, you're completely dead. You don't want to live, and I do, but there's no chance."
"It's not that hard to move forward, just go ahead."
So people were forced to move forward helplessly, and halfway through, someone really came to pick them up.
It was a convoy coming from the end of the highway. On the car in front was a flag as blue as the clear sky. In the center of the flag was an inky black Chinese character "毛" (Mao), waving vigorously in the wind, symbolizing hope.
The convoy stopped in front of the crowd. The leader, Jing Hongyu, jumped out with great energy and shouted, "Sorry for the wait, friends. Get in the car! Commander Qin Xiaoshuang sent me to take you home!"
Every time he took the survivors back, Jing Hongyu would wave towards the city, as if saying goodbye to an acquaintance, and then get into the car.
As time went by, the population of the District 9 base increased to 260,000. The barren plains were filled with houses and transformed from ruins into a bustling small county town.
For many things, plans can never keep up with changes. Because the number of people in the base has been increasing, all managers need to spend a lot of energy to accommodate new people. The time for selecting the evening party programs has been postponed continuously. It was not until the end of summer that the screening was completed and the program list was made for Shu Lan.
Shu Lan chatted with Anselin while reading the program list: "Are you saying that the people in the dozen or so districts in the north have been successfully brainwashed and think that being infected by the virus is a glorious evolution?"
Anselin said, "That's right. When they saw me, they didn't resist at all. They just knelt down and called me queen."
“Hahahahahaha…”
Shu Lan laughed for a long time, until An Selin said helplessly: "Sister, this is not the kind of obedience I want. After laughing, help me think of a solution."
Shu Lan said, "Just eat them all to satisfy your craving. They're all volunteers anyway. Didn't you persuade me to join the glorious evolution before?"
Anselin said, "I was just teasing you. I won't really bite you. After the meteor shower ends, the infected people will become real corpses."
Shu Lan's smile suddenly stopped: "Are you teasing me too?"
"No, I told them that as zombies they could only live for ten years at most. They asked me if I would ascend to become a god after ten years. I really wanted to twist their heads into propellers and let them know what true ascension is."
"I'll help you find a solution, but I'm a little busy right now, so let's not talk for now."
After clicking her headphones twice, Shu Lan put down the program list, frowned, and turned to ask Shu Maomao, "He's kidding me, right? Zombies only live ten years at most."
Shu Maomao took the molten alloy iron out of the high-temperature furnace and placed it in the mold tank, allowing it to slowly cool into the required shape. He then moved the cooled part aside and handed it to the workers to transport to the base.
This job is not difficult, but no one else can do it except him. He needs to work here for half an hour every day.
Only six years old, with two years of work experience, this is a predator.
Shu Maomao sat on the bench, holding his face with one hand and operating with the other hand: "No, Mommy, everything he told you is true."
Shu Lan looked at the program list in her hand, her mind a little confused.
The eternal night stage is the end of the zombies. It is too cruel. We finally find a way to restore their sanity.
Shu Maomao took out the last batch of molten iron, and the flames in the furnace were retracted. He turned around and said seriously, "Mommy, my teeth are moving."
Shu Lan's attention was diverted by him and she asked, "Which one?"
Shu Maomao opened his mouth and pointed at his front teeth: "It."
Shu Lan said, "It's normal. You're getting a new tooth. It's best not to touch it with your tongue or hands. Let it fall out on its own. That way, the new tooth won't grow crooked."
Shu Maomao's expression was still serious. "I remember there was a man who could pull out all his teeth. I'm going to take away his ability and replace them all at once."
Shu Lan said, "If you pull them all out, the new ones won't grow back quickly, and you'll be left with nothing to eat. So you have to rip them out one by one, and let them grow back one by one."
Shu Maomao felt that she was right, but the feeling of changing teeth made him uncomfortable, and he always wanted to reach out and feel the loose front teeth.
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