Chapter 70 The Farmer and the Snake.
After Shu Maomao rolled the dice, he asked, "I haven't seen this in the book. What is it?"
Shu Lan closed her eyes tightly: "Don't ask me, Mommy doesn't know and doesn't want to know."
At this time, Huo Yu's calm voice answered for her: "Centipede."
"Vulture."
"Black Bear."
"toad."
Shu Lan hated her rich imagination and even wanted to cover both ears.
With the help of Teacher Huo, Shu Maomao unlocked all the patterns on the dice, and the remaining ones were dragged directly into the soil and turned into nutrients for the earth.
Shu Maomao grabbed Shu Lan's hand again and said contentedly, "Okay, Mommy."
Every animal was ugly, but it was the first time he had seen them, so it was very novel.
After this operation, most people were so frightened that their expressions were dazed, and they just did whatever Shu Lan said.
The target of 50,000 is there, and of course she wants to keep those who can, but she doesn't want to argue endlessly with this group of people about backbone, superpowers, etc.
If I become an ordinary person, will I be unable to survive if I change my commander?
Then don't live.
When you pull out a radish, you bring out the dirt. Of course, after dealing with the people with special abilities, you also have to deal with their families.
Qin Xiaoshuang, the commander of District Nine, suddenly started a killing spree, dragging people away one after another, and they never came back.
Su Zhen noticed the panic on everyone's faces. It was hard to imagine that the person who was grateful yesterday had become a killer who brought fear today.
She walked with heavy steps to Zhongmei, who was organizing the proposals submitted by everyone in the morning on a small table.
"Zhongmei, I'm a little afraid of Qin Xiaoshuang."
Zhong Mei said indifferently, "It's pretty good."
"But do we have to kill those people?"
Zhong Mei saw a map of an underground base with only a few strokes and no explanation at all, and frowned. "What a waste of paper! It's better not to draw it at all—what are you talking about?"
Su Zhen pointed to the name on the paper in her hand and said, "This person has been taken away and shot."
She was more impressed by the psychics in District 10, and basically recognized their faces as soon as she saw their names.
Zhong Mei said "Oh", crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Her overly calm reaction was not what Su Zhen wanted, and she finally couldn't help but speak: "Don't you think Qin Xiaoshuang's actions were too cruel? We all survived with great difficulty and came here..."
Zhong Mei put down the work in her hands, her expression more serious than ever before, and interrupted her: "Su Zhen, shut up."
Su Zhen was stunned.
Zhong Mei continued, "Those of us who remain in District 9 never think in such a place, and I advise you not to either. The reason we can sleep peacefully and eat well is not you, not me, but the commander. No one has the right to blame her."
Su Zhen opened her mouth and palely defended herself: "I didn't..."
Zhong Mei said, "You do. I know what you're thinking. From childhood to adulthood, everyone has been taught to be kind, to have great love, and to have a sense of justice. In your opinion, only the most heinous villains would keep killing people, right?"
Su Zhen gave up struggling helplessly: "Yes."
"You've probably heard the story of the farmer and the snake. Excessive kindness is foolishness in today's terms. Human hearts are complex. Not everyone who accepts the commander's help will willingly obey out of gratitude for her dedication. Only absolute fear and obedience can keep us all safe."
At this time, Ji Xin was holding a loudspeaker, knocking on the rice bowl, and running past the crowd in a hurry.
"Let's eat! Let's eat! For lunch today, we're having fish soup with rice and smashed cucumbers. It's fresh and healthy, taken from space, and there's absolutely no virus in the fish~~~~ I love the Commander, long live the Commander!"
Zhong Mei immediately put down her pen, went into the tent, picked up her bowl and chased after her. Before Su Zhen could react, Zhong Mei's figure had disappeared from her sight.
The boy in the distance was still loudly confessing his love, not hiding his excitement and happiness at eating meat. This emotion rarely appeared after the outbreak of the virus.
How many people can simply be grateful to someone who gives them food?
They would only covet each other's wealth, plunder and fight for it, and Qin Xiaoshuang simply eliminated this possibility in advance.
Su Zhen frowned and sat for a while, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself, cursing, "Pretending to be noble again."
There was a long queue in the square, and everyone's previous fear was filled again with anticipation and desire.
Someone just died? So what? People die every day. I had fish for lunch today, but it's not like I get to eat fish every day!
Shu Lan, still sitting at her "luxurious exclusive" folding table to eat as usual, held up a thorn and explained to Shu Maomao, "Baby, look, this is a fish bone. You can't swallow it, it will get stuck in your throat."
Shu Maomao stared at the bowl thoughtfully.
Shu Lan was puzzled: "Why aren't you picking up your chopsticks?"
"I'm trying to figure out which ability I'd use to find fault."
"Okay, if you want to."
Shu Lan picked up the white meat from the fish belly and put it into the bowl, added a few spoonfuls of soup, and picked out the celery and garlic leaves to remove the fishy smell.
Shu Maomao went through all the superpowers he had plundered so far in his mind, and finally found that this was a difficult question with no answer.
No matter whether it is wind, fire, thunder, lightning, space, control, strength, speed... all they can do is destroy a bowl of fish, rather than picking out the hidden tiny bones from the meat that will break into pieces with a single pinch.
He lowered his mouth and admitted reluctantly, "I don't have such a special ability, Mommy."
Shu Lan smiled and said, "Yes, you have it since you were born.
She placed the mixed rice in front of Shu Maomao and took his bowl of rice. "The name of this ability is Mother's Love. It has no thorns. Eat it quickly."
Shu Maomao picked up the spoon, scooped a large spoonful and put it into his mouth, and his calves began to shake unconsciously.
"It's delicious, Mommy."
Shu Lan said proudly, "Rice in broth is super delicious, and there's also duck soup, chicken soup, and beef soup... Hehe, I'm so grateful, thankful for Lin Yi."
"You told me last time that you would never sing this song again."
"Oh, that's right. Forget it now, forget it now, or it will be on repeat in your mind for a long time."
After dinner, Shu Lan flipped through the underground base sketch that Zhong Mei had selected, and the more she looked at it, the more speechless she became.
"What is this? Draw a hamburger, add a few lines to separate it, and write names inside each square, and that's called a design? Did I ask them for kindergarten drawing homework? I'm wondering how they could hand in so much in just a short time. They're taking me for a fool."
Zhong Mei: "Actually, I threw away some of the worse ones."
Shu Lan: "Huh?"
She picked up the discarded pile of papers, looked around, and sighed regretfully: "It seems we don't have the engineering master I want here."
Zhong Mei asked, "Commander, why don't you just connect the existing underground shopping mall to the subway and then renovate it like we did before?"
Shu Lan said, "I want a vertical shelter with many floors that can accommodate many people. But I'm afraid of renovating an underground structure without the expertise and machinery. If I dig somewhere I shouldn't and the ground collapses, I won't be able to protect all of you from being buried underneath."
Huo Yu, who was studying elementary school textbooks, suddenly spoke up: "Wouldn't it be safer to first use supernatural powers and manpower to dig a deep pit, and then build a house from the bottom up?"
Shu Lan touched her chin and said, "That sounds feasible. It just so happens that Maomao is really good at digging holes."
Su Zhen also said, "I remember there was someone in District 10 who used to be a construction worker. He should know something about this."
"OK, there are always more solutions than problems. Two thousand cobblers are worth many Zhuge Liangs. Tell Zhou Dahu to call everyone out for a meeting."
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