Chapter 71 Whoever wants to go can go.
The proposal of digging the pit first and then building the house was finally adopted, and Huo Yu received the commander's reward for keeping his word.
There was a separate tent and a rechargeable fan, which even surprised Huo Yu himself.
This is probably what the saying "picking a general from a group of short men" means. His suggestions are not particularly reliable, but most people with ideas dare not speak out, for fear of being held responsible in the future after coming up with bad ideas, so good things fall on him.
"We don't have much time to hesitate. Don't even think about whether this will work. Just do it. Things that don't even start will never work."
These were her exact words, so people began to collect tools and necessary materials, and prepared to start work in full swing.
Among two thousand cobblers, there's always someone who can come up with something useful. For example, when choosing a site, avoid low-lying areas, which are prone to flooding. Avoid mined-out areas, oil and gas pipelines, and consider groundwater levels...
Just to choose a suitable location, Shu Lan and Shu Maomao rode their bikes around the city for several days.
After choosing a location, in order to make it easier to start work, everyone had to bring their families and set up camp again near the new base, which was equivalent to starting everything from scratch.
There were some dilapidated houses next to the new site, some of which had intact walls and roofs, but few were habitable, so only the useful kitchens and toilets were left, and the others were demolished using supernatural powers.
The rubble on the ground had to be cleared away, and after that the tent had to be set up again. Shu Lan took the children to plant corpse-stinking grass around the area again. After working for a while, people began to whisper to each other.
"I think the previous place is good enough. We can build a house there. Why do we have to dig the ground?"
"Oh, have you forgotten why District 9 was bombed a year ago? It was because those zombies wanted us to live underground from now on and give them the surface."
"We don't have to listen to the zombies. The commander's son is so powerful that even high-level zombies shouldn't be his match."
"That makes sense! The kid stole everyone's powers, so he has to take responsibility to defeat the zombies. If he doesn't go, who will?"
Shu Lan rode by slowly on her electric scooter with one hand, holding up a loud speaker with the other, and said lazily, "Whoever wants to go can go. Just do your work and stop talking behind your back, Commander Cricket."
When people were caught whispering, they all hunched their necks and shut their mouths.
Of course, it would be boring to just do things without talking. When setting up the tent, some people who were unwilling to be lonely started to gossip again, and even found Zhong Mei who seemed to have the best relationship with the commander to chat with.
"I think Commander Qin might be interested in that Huo girl. I saw her give him a cane yesterday."
"Eighty percent likely. He used to be timid and was always beaten up. He's surprisingly handsome. If I were twenty years younger, I'd definitely be attracted to him too."
"Zhongmei, do you know what happened to the commander's man? Is he dead?"
Zhong Mei said calmly, "I don't know."
She really didn't know that the commander had said that she was kicked out of District 8 because she sacrificed her husband for the sake of justice, and she walked to District 9 in a daze.
However, the people in District 8 didn't know "Qin Xiaoshuang" or her dead husband at all.
What's more, with the strength of the young commander Maomao, no one would dare to bully them mother and son.
Zhong Mei knew the commander was lying. He would lie to everyone he met, whether it was his name or his experience. But she didn't care. He was deceived.
Can one ascend to heaven by hearing the truth? No, so Zhong Mei would not ask.
The people around were still gossiping, one after another: "He must be dead."
"This child might not be the Commander's biological child."
"Are you blind? How could they not be your biological child if they look so similar? How could they be so obedient if they weren't your biological child?"
"Being good-looking does have its advantages. If my son were good-looking, he might get the same treatment as Huo Yu. It's impossible to sleep without a fan in such hot weather."
Su Zhen couldn't listen any longer: "It was his idea to get Huo Yu's fan. What does it have to do with appearance?"
"Then why doesn't he have to do hard labor?"
"Why didn't he do it? If you don't believe me, go and see. He's clearly picking up stones."
"Hmph, just pretending. You used to be the same person as him. You could live a good life by selling your body, so you're speaking up for him."
Su Zhen was so angry that her eyebrows were raised. Just as they were about to quarrel, Zhong Mei said lightly, "The commander's son has the supernatural power of clairaudience."
The gossiping crowd suddenly fell silent: "..."
Why didn’t you say it earlier!
At this time, Shu Maomao, who was still planting grass, raised his head and asked Shu Lan: "Mommy, what does it mean to sell your body?"
Shu Lan said, "Selling your body means... huh? Who taught you that? Ji Xin again? I'll get someone to beat him up. He's corrupting the kids."
"Not him, this word is a derogatory term, right?"
Shu Lan nodded with satisfaction. She said that after going to school, she was different. She spoke in a more elegant manner.
"It's a derogatory term. For example, if someone likes my looks and offers me something in exchange for sleeping with them, and I agree, that's called selling my looks. But if I'm willing, and I'm using my looks to gain benefits, and both parties get what they want, then it's like a buying and selling transaction, and it's not derogatory."
Shu Maomao frowned and said, "No voluntary consent. I will kill them and take the things away for you."
Shu Lan smiled and said, "Fake, fake! I'm explaining it to you. Where did you hear that?"
“Someone whose name I can’t remember.”
"Oh~ I think I understand. Someone is gossiping about us again, right? Baby, there are many voices in this world, some pleasant and some unpleasant. We can't control everyone's mouths and thoughts, so you have to practice ignoring them and focus on the pleasant words."
"Well, then I won't listen to them."
Shu Lan wanted to touch his head, but found it was not as easy as before.
"You seem to have grown taller. Come down and compare yourself with me."
Shu Maomao jumped out of the car and stood beside her.
"Don't stand on tiptoe."
“No tiptoeing.”
Shu Lan compared and found that the person who was at her waist last time had now grown to below her ribs. It was not just a little bit taller, but a lot taller.
"Growing so fast..."
Shu Lan was both happy and melancholy. She was happy that Shu Maomao was growing up healthily, and not suffering from developmental problems as she had previously thought, caused by poor diet during birth.
What made her sad was that before she had seen enough of his chubby little boy, the child suddenly grew taller. She had seen him every day and didn't notice it, but now she suddenly realized that the baby fat on Shu Maomao's cheeks was almost disappearing.
Shu Maomao felt that Shu Lan's expression was very complicated. He couldn't understand it and asked, "Mommy, are you unhappy?"
Shu Lan put away her melancholy and smiled: "I'm happy. Why wouldn't Mommy be happy that you've grown taller? I'll go back and cut your hair after the transplant. It's covering your eyes a bit."
After I got home, I measured it with a tape measure. The five-year-old child was 1.3 meters tall, which should be considered the best among his peers.
When she took out the round-bottomed iron bowl that she had always used to cut hair and put it on Shu Maomao's head, the people watching nearby were speechless.
Su Zhen kindly reminded, "There's a special barber among the people from District 10, and he's still alive."
Shu Lan shook her head: "I can't let anyone else cut his hair."
You could say she was timid and afraid of death, or that she had an overly protective nature, but Shu Lan couldn't bear to see anyone using a pair of scissors, something that could potentially be a murder weapon, to point at Shu Maomao's head.
However, when she saw Shu Maomao holding an iron bowl, a large bath towel tied around his neck, sitting on a high stool and letting others do whatever they wanted, she began to feel hesitant.
When his aesthetic sense begins to take shape, will he be disgusted by the fact that he always has an immature hairstyle?
Shu Lan said, "Call that barber over here, I'll learn it right now."
It’s just a haircut, what’s so difficult about it!
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