Chapter 72 Hunting.
Fang Botao was captured and became the first head that Shu Lan used for training.
He was very proud of this because the commander said this was the treatment only given to the chief confidant.
The barber stood nearby and found someone to serve as a teaching material. Shu Lan listened to his explanation while imitating his techniques. After working on Fang Botao's head, she stepped back and frowned.
Fang Botao thought: Her expression is a little dangerous.
"All the steps are correct, but why is the result...it must be a problem with the head. Fang Botao, your head shape is a little crooked. Let's try with someone else."
Fang Botao: "Don't you say that only your confidants are worthy of having their hair cut by you personally..."
Shu Lan said, "Yes, I have more than just a chief confidant. I also have first-class confidants, second-class confidants, and unimportant confidants. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Fang Botao: “…No.”
As a failed work, he quietly crawled away and was replaced by his first-class confidant.
"Zhongmei, where is your mirror?"
He was really curious about how crooked his head was.
Zhong Mei looked up at the top of his head, trying to suppress the corners of her mouth but failing, and quickly turned her head: "There's a mirror in my storage box, go find it."
After a while, Fang Botao came back with a numb expression. "The commander is really ingenious. He built a flying saucer on my head. It's long on one side and short on the other. It's thick in the middle and thin at the top and bottom."
By the time of the second person, Shu Lan's skills had not improved dramatically, and the hair she cut was barely human-looking.
She was not very satisfied, so she asked several of her confidants for help. Only when she felt that she had gotten the hang of it did she go to Shu Maomao to hand in her homework.
I have to say that hairstyle really affects a person's temperament and appearance.
Before, Shu Maomao had a bowl cut that covered half of his head. Most people would only think that although he looked cute, he always had a stern face, hid his eyes under his thick bangs, and stared at people quietly, which made him look a bit weird and eerie.
But this time, after cutting his hair into short pieces, the delicate features that were more similar to his mother's became more prominent, and his gloomy look turned into coldness. He was a little boy who was both beautiful and handsome, and people couldn't take their eyes off him.
Shu Lan held up a mirror for him to see: "My dear, look at your new hairstyle! How does it look?"
Shu Maomao took a look and said calmly, "It's okay, Mommy."
"Hmm? Just okay, not super handsome?"
Shu Maomao looked up at her. Her eyes were shining, and she looked very much looking forward to being praised. Shu Maomao paused and nodded vigorously: "Super handsome."
"Yeah, I'm really good, and my haircutting skills are easy to master."
The tool men waiting in line next to them for the real barber to modify their hair's style are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven: it's so easy.
After settling down, digging the ground became the main task.
The soil moved by the supernatural power needs to be transported to other places. In fact, Shu Maomao can do this job, but Shu Lan does not let him do it and gives the task of moving the soil to others.
She is responsible for dealing with zombies, providing food, and other things that ordinary people cannot do. This is the commander's duty.
But that doesn't mean that all the work should be put on her son. The moral kidnapping talk like "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" is nonsense. Her rule is that one should do as much as one has the ability to do, and no matter how incompetent a person is, he cannot sit back and reap the fruits of others' labor.
Everyone is a completely separate individual, responsible for their own needs. If you want to enjoy her protection, you have to listen to her. If you want to be qualified to enter the base, you have to work.
In a summer without the chirping of cicadas, the time of the people living on this land is filled with repetitive work, sweat and trivial daily matters.
The commander's recent hobby is studying desserts. The types of sweet soups he prepares during breaks are different every day. Sometimes it's winter melon tea, sometimes it's watermelon juice. They are also processed with ice powers. When poured into the bowl, they emit a hint of cool air, which is refreshing.
The standing fan was shaking and blowing, and Shu Lan was taking a nap in a rocking chair under the shade of a tree.
It is said that humans are social animals. Although she liked the big house very much, every time she woke up in the space and was surrounded by silence, Shu Lan would feel an inexplicable sense of loneliness in her body, as if the world had actually been destroyed, zombies and humans had disappeared, and only she and her son survived.
Shu Lan doesn't like that feeling, so she prefers to sleep outside. With some background noise created by others, she can sleep more soundly.
Shu Maomao held half a big watermelon, sat at the dining table, and put a spoonful of watermelon into his mouth.
He liked this sweet fruit very much, and it tasted even better when chilled, so he ordered the system to cut down half of the fields of bitter melon, green pepper, and cucumber, which he didn't like to eat, and plant watermelon instead.
Everyone's superpowers will become stronger in Shu Maomao's hands, and Lin Yi's is no exception. The production time of all crops is halved and the output is doubled. If they are not eaten, they will fill the warehouse when harvested.
After all, it is a limited area. It looks quite large, with planting areas, breeding areas, aquatic areas, and orchards. If you divide it into warehouses, there will be very little left.
This resulted in Shu Lan being so generous with food that it was touching. Seeing that she treated all her subordinates, including herself, equally, the people in District 10, who had originally had some reservations, gradually became convinced, and no one would mention the five words "your commander" anymore.
The watermelon was gradually empty, but Shu Maomao's stomach was still full. He wanted to eat something else, but his ears suddenly moved. He threw the watermelon rind back into the space and ran to Shu Lan: "Mommy, Mommy."
Shu Lan opened her eyes and mumbled drowsily, "Hmm...be good, Mommy doesn't want to eat..."
"Someone was coming, and there were sounds of gunfire and cars."
Like a cool breeze blowing through her head, Shu Lan's sleepiness disappeared.
It’s been a long time coming, but finally, a new tool is here… ah no, my friends.
"How many people are there?"
"I couldn't count them all, Mommy. They came in groups. Some were clearing the zombies in the front, some were walking in the middle, and some just came within earshot."
“That’s a lot.”
Shu Maomao asked, "Are we going to trick him into coming here and then kill him like last time?"
Shu Lan stared at the ground, lost in thought, muttering to herself, "This is not an easy trick..."
Now she has nearly two thousand extras, and it is difficult to ensure that everyone follows her script. If any one of them leaks the news, the scam will not be able to continue.
However, the other party will probably go towards the old base in District 9, and they will not be able to meet for a while.
Shu Lan finished thinking, raised her eyes, and said with a bright look: "No more lies, let's go hunting."
There are different ways to play with more and different ways to play with less.
She picked up her parasol, opened it, and walked over to the group of people enjoying the cool air. She informed them, "I'm going to be out for a couple of days to run some errands. I don't know when I'll be back. The temperature isn't right for work anymore, so you should stop working and take a break."
She found Sister Wang again and gave her nearly two days' worth of food: "You don't have to wait for me when it's time to eat."
Everyone looked confused and wanted to ask her why, what happened, where she was going, whether she would come back, and whether she would still be their commander when she came back?
But even if you ask, the commander will definitely say: Don't ask, just listen.
Everyone could only watch helplessly as the mother and son disappeared behind the corpse-stinking grass. It felt like it wasn't just two people who were gone, but their entire sense of security.
Shu Lan stood beside the electric donkey, put a sun hat and sunglasses on Shu Maomao, admired him, and couldn't help but hold his face and kissed him: "So handsome, how can there be a baby so handsome in the world."
Shu Maomao calmly adjusted the frame of his glasses.
After taking sun protection measures, Shu Lan got on her electric scooter and said, "Let's go."
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