Jiang Ning was speechless at Young Master Rong's shamelessness and familiarity. "Better now."
Young Master Rong didn't think so at all. "I told you that our father is blessed with a long life. He fights against diseases with a righteous spirit. Even the King of Hell would retreat seven points when he sees him. There is no problem for him to live to be a hundred years old."
Jiang Ning couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"Sister, the bodies on the cargo ship have been dealt with, and I have also brought people to clean up the cabin."
Young Master Rong got back to the point, "There are a lot of supplies inside, how do you plan to deal with them?"
Gu Tinglin's illness is no longer serious. He just needs to continue treatment until he recovers. It's time to deal with the cargo ship.
Jiang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Leave the fuel on the ship, and bring back all the glass, steel, wood and other materials for me. Throw away the moldy food, give me half of the good ones, and give you the other half.
If the military is responsible for moving the glass, the labor fee can be offset by fuel, and if ordinary people are asked to move it, it can be offset by food or medicine. "
"Our class can handle it, and we'll hand over the fuel money we earn." Young Master Rong was shrewd and cunning, and his calculations were clear. "We can ask for less fuel, and then give each soldier two kilograms of food, how about that?"
What could Jiang Ning say? He handed over the fuel to win the leader's appreciation and gave benefits to his soldiers to win their hearts.
This kind of person is so smart that he can get along well anywhere.
It was just that the beating came too late. If the natural disaster had not occurred, his business achievements would have been no less than those of Master Rong.
Of course, it is also possible that you may be forced to work on a sewing machine or fall off a bumper car with half of the criminal law on your back.
"Sister, you and your husband are so good to me, how can I take your things?" He said righteously, "Don't worry, the supplies on the cargo ship have been counted, and I guarantee that nothing will be missing."
Jiang Ning was annoyed by his noise, took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead, "We'll split the food in half, and I'll pay for the soldiers."
"Sister, how can that be possible? You and your brother-in-law exchanged your lives for this..."
"Give half of your share to Captain He. I'll go visit him in a couple of days."
Young Master Rong spoke faster than he thought, "Okay, sister."
There’s no time to cover your mouth!
He was very proud to be commanded by his sister, "Sister, where should we put the glass after we bring it back? Your yard can't hold it all."
"I want to use glass to build a greenhouse, but glass alone is useless without riveting parts..."
"Sister, don't underestimate the wisdom of us Chinese people. Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?"
Young Master Rong patted his chest and promised, "Leave it to me. I promise to build dozens of glass greenhouses for you."
Thinking of his carelessness, Jiang Ning's heart suddenly sounded alarm bells, "Are you sure?"
"Why worry? There are over 10,000 people in Fengcheng Base, with endless wisdom. It's not difficult to build a greenhouse. Just wait and see."
Thinking about the God-making Plan and his recent performance, Jiang Ning decided to give him a chance, "Okay, let me see what you are capable of."
Young Master Rong was very happy, his mouth stretched from ear to ear.
Jiang Ning suddenly felt a little sad, thinking back to how glorious he was in the car modification club, wearing diamond slippers, surrounded by beautiful women and luxury cars, and traveling in a multi-million luxury car...
But now, because he got the project, he is as happy as a three-year-old child.
Time.
"Sister, the glass was shipped directly to the South District plantation. There was a sandstorm earlier, and the rain in the past few days was problematic. All the greens have turned yellow and withered. There is no way to save them."
Fortunately, after a few months, the harvest was about to begin, but it was ruthlessly destroyed by the severe weather.
It is foreseeable that life will become more difficult for the survivors in the coming period of time.
After the second generation had eaten and drunk their fill, Jiang Ning gave them six bottles of canned fruit. "There's no portion for you. Four bottles are for your eldest brother and niece, and two bottles are for Captain He."
Jiang Ning was used to calling him that in Aoyuan, so he still called He Tianming that way.
Young Master Rong was not polite at all while eating and taking. "Thank you, sister. Transporting materials and building the glass greenhouse is time-consuming and labor-intensive. I can't spare so much time on duty. I'll let my elder brother and niece run errands for you.
But don't worry, I will do a good job, otherwise you will tear my head off and kick it like a ball."
Jiang Ning really disliked his noise, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and leave."
Turn off the lights and rest at night.
Seeing that she had no needs and was not sleepy, Huo Yishen asked in confusion: "Are you worried about something?"
Jiang Ning thought for a moment, "Young Master Rong is quite reliable this time. I decided to give him a chance."
"Tie him to our chain of interests?"
"Um."
Gu Tinglin's illness was like a heavy punch to Jiang Ning's heart. Some things should not be delayed.
Young Master Rong is a cocky and boastful person, and he approaches her for a purpose, but a person's true character is revealed in times of crisis, and it is precisely because he has a plan in mind that he can be safely brought into the team.
Whether it's socializing or survival, he has his own unique way.
As a partner, it should be a good choice.
After making this decision, I felt a lot more relieved. I hope he won't let her wield a knife one day.
After breakfast, when Shu Xueqing went to work, Jiang Ning went to the next room and asked, "Why isn't there an IV?"
Gu Tinglin explained, "There are too many patients in the hospital. Your Aunt Shu said she would come back for the call at noon."
Jiang Ning took out the stewed chicken soup to nourish his body, and then put the IV on.
Seeing the handwritten documents on the table, her face darkened, "You work so hard every day, are you really not going to die?"
Gu Tinglin denied it, "I have already let my subordinates handle the unimportant matters."
After coming back from the brink of death again, and with his daughter's concern, he was willing to talk about the difficulties at work. "Military affairs are no problem, but government affairs are a headache."
Jiang Ning has been paying attention to this issue for a long time.
He could even handle the southern military base with 300,000 people, so now there are only about 5,000 soldiers, which is just a piece of cake for Gu Tinglin.
But the southern military base is managed in a purely militarized manner. Even though there are countless scavengers from small forces, no one dares to act recklessly in the base. This is due to his iron-fisted approach to governing the base.
But Fengcheng is different. It is not a military base, but a base led by military personnel.
It is simply unrealistic to militarize all the survivors.
But if the army is socialized, chaos will also occur at the base.
The reason why modern society can develop rapidly and in a civilized manner is that it must first separate the military from the political sector. These are two parallel lines that intersect in times of turmoil but run parallel in times of peace.
They complement each other without disturbing each other.
When it comes to managing a society, iron and blood are not practical; more wisdom is needed.
Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, the survivors did not dare to kill or burn anything, but today you stole firewood, tomorrow he stole torn clothes, or they had a quarrel on the street, and you punched and I kicked, these trivial things happened every day.
If you let soldiers with tough and stubborn personalities judge right and wrong, it will only intensify the conflict.
It's not a serious crime, and we can't point guns at them, but they are exhausted by these chaos every day.
Jiang Ning didn't want him to die from overwork. "Have you ever thought about completely separating the military from politics?"
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