Chapter 87: Carrying a thorny stick to apologize.
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"They from District 12 have occupied the area we were planning to dig."
Hearing the complaints and xenophobia in the other party's tone, Shu Lan frowned slightly: "What's the big deal about such a small matter? Wouldn't it be better to just exchange the land?"
The man saw that she was in a bad mood, so he said nothing more and ran away embarrassedly.
Shu Lan walked over to her exclusive throne for the evening, which was the large sofa, and sat down, patting the seat next to her: "Please sit down, Master Maomao."
Shu Maomao sat down obediently, and Shu Lan pulled him into her arms and rubbed his face: "Kidnapped! Tell the truth, why are you so obedient?"
She doesn't have much strength, so if Shu Maomao doesn't want her to rub him, he just needs to sit up straight.
But Shu Maomao lay down on her knees and said incoherently with a distorted face, "Why don't you be good?"
"Because you know, the reason I gave birth to you was so I could use your plundering ability to save my life. Now I ask you to do this and that every day, and I force you to not even leave me for a moment."
Shu Maomao said, "Then why does Mommy have to make delicious food for me, show me fun things, sing to me, sleep with me, answer questions I don't understand, and find teachers for me to make me smarter? If you don't do these things, you can still use my special abilities, just like Dr. Zhao."
"Well……"
Shu Lan never thought that one day she would be verbally challenged by her son who was less than six years old.
Why did she feel that his mind was more mature than before?
Oh, yes. The previous dream gave Shu Maomao more than ten years of memories. Maybe his mental age is now at the level of a teenager, or even an adult.
Shu Maomao said: "It's not you who is harming me. All the superpowers are in me. You can't harm me. If I don't stay with you, you will die."
Shu Lan said softly, "But you will definitely survive."
Shu Maomao turned his head away: "I don't want to live in a world like that. I get angry just thinking about it."
"Alright, alright." Shu Lan's eyes curved as she leaned back. "I must have saved the Milky Way in my past life. Oh, no, that's not right. What does that have to do with the Milky Way? It was my own decision that gave rise to you. I'm so clever, hahahahaha."
The mother and son had just enjoyed their quiet time alone when Shu Maomao got up from her lap and transformed from a clingy mama's boy into a cool and handsome boy: "Mommy, someone is coming to see you from behind."
Shu Lan looked back and saw that the person walking towards her with the light behind him was holding a cane. It was Huo Yu.
The crutch was the one she had given to Huo Yu before. She saw him use it immediately after giving it to him. He became more and more skilled at it, and his head was raised higher and higher.
However, he was always used to being alone and could not accept being touched by others. Once someone got too close to him and made any move, he would subconsciously throw away his crutches and hug his head, like a knee-jerk reaction.
Shu Lan heard from Zhong Mei that when she was away for the past two days, the former superpower user from District 10 came to cause trouble for Huo Yu with a long-accumulated resentment.
Huo Yu was no longer the Huo Yu who was unarmed, hungry, and had no energy to heal quickly. He seemed to know that he would be targeted, so he carried an iron nail of nearly ten centimeters with him.
That day, Huo Yu was dragged into the night by eight men and beaten to the point of near death. His near death was only a temporary state; even though he was incredibly close to death, he wouldn't actually die.
His self-healing ability will allow him to quickly return to health, and once he recovers his strength, he will be able to stand up and continue fighting.
People who don't have the ability to heal themselves will really die if they are stabbed.
Relying on his ability to withstand blows like a tumbler, Huo Yu stabbed the eight people who came to provoke him into a bloody mess, and threatened them not to bring the matter to Shu Lan, otherwise he would avoid the place where they would be killed, and stab holes in their bodies until they were all bled out and turned into mummies.
Zhong Mei was the one who finally settled the matter, and neither side wanted her to tell anyone.
But Zhong Mei felt that if the commander accidentally found out about this from somewhere else one day, the consequences might be even more serious, so she insisted on telling Shu Lan the truth.
However, Zhong Mei thought more and, from Shu Lan's perspective, to put it bluntly, the perpetrator was killed in retaliation, and the person who killed in retaliation did not want to make a big deal out of it, so the two sides reached a consensus that private grudges should be resolved privately, and there was no need for her to be a judge.
Isn't that a good way to handle it? What does it have to do with her? There's no need to tell her.
Shu Lan guessed that Huo Yu came at this time to apologize to her.
He still used crutches, two before and one now, held in his right hand.
He stood straight, without relying on the crutch. It didn't look like he was using it to support his legs that were about to kneel down at any time, but rather as a prop to remind him that he could walk upright.
Huo Yu's pace was very slow, and he had to make sure he had his feet firmly on the ground with every step.
From the time Shu Lan saw him to the time he walked to the sofa, a distance of less than a hundred meters, it took him nearly five minutes.
His hair was a little long, with black bangs hanging down in front of his forehead. His head was slightly lowered, giving people a feeling of being innocent, harmless, and docile, allowing himself to be dealt with at will.
Shu Lan himself is an old hand at using his appearance to deceive people, so he would not forget his ruthlessness in carving words and bleeding people just because of his appearance.
"What's up?"
She deliberately didn't mention Zhong Mei's words to see how Huo Yu would react.
Huo Yu paused for a moment before speaking: "I have something I want to tell you."
Oh? He didn't mention it anymore?
A hint of admiration flashed through Shu Lan's mind: a strong and independent man who doesn't cause trouble and is a smart person.
"You said, there is still a reward for speaking well."
"I'm not looking for a reward. I just think you're planning to take in everyone who escapes to District 9?"
Shu Lan said, "Not all of them."
First collect 50,000 to see what the system’s reward is. If it’s not tempting, then stop.
It’s already a headache for her to take care of half of them now. If more people come, Shu Lan probably will want to go on strike.
Huo Yu hummed softly, "I think they've developed a habit of relying on psychics and obeying their commanders. This will force you to deal with a lot of trivial matters that you could have handled on your own. Now that everyone has become an ordinary person, you can use the management methods of a large factory to manage this group of people."
Shu Lan became interested and gestured to Shu Maomao to move aside to make room for Huo Yu so as not to trigger his stress response.
"Sit down and continue."
Huo Yu saw her sitting at the very edge of the sofa and thought she disliked him. After feeling hurt, he sat on a small area at the other end of the sofa. He didn't dare sit for too long for fear of dirtying the sofa she was using.
He continued, "If you can eliminate the zombies, the only things the survivors need are food, shelter, and clothing. At this point, we can't treat everyone the same. I suggest giving them food and survival supplies as wages."
"Factory wages are either piece-rate, meaning payment is based on the number of finished products, or time-based, meaning payment is based on hours worked. The underlying logic is that the more you work, the more you get. If someone slacks off but receives the same pay as everyone else, those who work hard will see this and feel it's unfair. They'll simply follow suit and slack off. Over time, this fosters collective laziness and fuels conflict."
Shu Lan muttered, "How dare they! No one gets to eat if they don't work."
"Before, when we were small, you did a great job, using equal treatment to foster a spirit of solidarity and a stronger sense of belonging. But once the team grows, you'll definitely get annoyed if you have to deal with even small matters like slacking off. So, you can give some people the authority to oversee the attendance of those involved in setting up the base and help you resolve conflicts. Then, gather the cooks together and set up a communal dining hall. Only those who meet attendance requirements can eat. And there's also the welfare benefits..."
Shu Lan thought he spoke very well, but she couldn't remember so much, so she interrupted him: "Stop, Huo Yu, how about you be the deputy commander?"
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