Ordinary people live on the first floor of Base No. 3.

This place is divided into two major areas: residential area and production area.

The population of the residential area on the first floor is about 15,000.

It has the largest number of residents and the smallest living area.

At the same time, they also have to undertake the most basic and arduous production work.

Soilless cultivation of various crops, small-scale livestock breeding, cloth production, repair and transportation and other basic work.

The second floor is responsible for relatively easy tasks such as secondary processing and energy supply.

Above that are technological research and development, virus research and development, etc.

And the people on the top two levels don’t have to do anything.

The people on the fourth floor only need to serve the people on the fifth floor and provide them with singing and dancing entertainment.

"The first floor is the lowest level of their base. There's nothing interesting there."

After the elevator opened, Ning Mo walked out with Han Qingxia.

It was their dinner time.

Everyone goes to the cafeteria to get their meals.

They had a good dinner today, a steamed bun for each person and a bowl of vegetable soup.

Everyone was happily carrying the vegetable soup that had been rinsed many times. There was not even a drop of oil in it, only unidentifiable debris at the bottom of the soup.

"Can ordinary people in your K1 base eat this kind of food?" Ning Mo glanced at the soup held by the person walking in front of him and said condescendingly.

Han Qingxia took a deep breath and said, "No, it's totally incomparable."

Ning Mo showed an expression that he knew it all. "Our three Ark bases are definitely a paradise for these bastards, apart from anything else."

Han Qingxia: "......"

They were talking.

Suddenly there was a clanging sound in front of me.

Someone's soup was spilled.

"Where did you steal this meat?"

In the corridor of the residential building ahead, a strong man in manager's clothes smelled something, picked up a little boy in front of him, and threw the bowl of soup out of his hand.

He reached into the boy's thin clothes and pulled out a large bag of food from his waist.

With a bang, the food fell to the ground.

There are big golden chicken legs, precious prawns, and cold ribs with white fat hanging on them.

The greasy and frosty grease on the ribs is so tempting that you can't wait to throw the ribs into their hot soup and then lick the bowl wall to clean it.

Good stuff!

The people who were getting their meals around stopped and stared at them when they saw this.

"I didn't steal it! I picked it up!"

"Nonsense! You can only pick up such good meat!"

The manager slapped the little boy in the face.

Just as the slap was about to fall, a middle-aged man rushed out and hugged the child, and his skinny back took the slap.

“Bang!”

"dad--"

The middle-aged man was knocked to the ground by a slap.

The manager is a force multiplier.

The slap directly shook his heart and lungs, and after he landed on the ground, his face immediately turned pale with pain.

He looked at the child struggling violently in the manager's hands, endured the severe pain and climbed up, saying to the manager, "Boss, we really picked it up. We are people from the garbage disposal site and found this little thing in the garbage dump."

"There's no way we could go anywhere else and steal something like this."

"Please, let us go."

After hearing the man's explanation, the manager's anger gradually subsided. "Did you guys hide it?"

"That's all, we have nothing hidden!" The man got up from the ground and immediately took off his shirt and pants to show that he had nothing hidden.

He held the clothes in his hands, with only his underwear left on his body, showing it to everyone.

The manager looked him up and down. "Don't do it again!"

"If you find anything again, you must hand it over to me, otherwise I won't let you off so easily, you little bastards!" He threw the struggling little boy away.

Pick up the food that has fallen on the ground and take it home to eat.

"dad!"

"dad."

The little boy scrambled to his father's side.

"I'm fine." The middle-aged man put his clothes and trousers back on and forced a comforting smile on his pale face.

Tears welled up in the little boy's eyes. "Dad, it's all my fault. I was careless and they found out."

"It's not your fault," the middle-aged man consoled him. "The manager has a very good nose."

"But, but." The little boy looked at the place where they had just dropped the food. A group of people rushed over, some licked it with their tongues, and some rubbed it with the steamed buns in their hands to wipe off all the grease on the ground.

"We've lost our stuff."

At this time, a small voice came to his ear, "Dad has more."

He raised his head and looked at his father, whose face was pale and brows were furrowed. The middle-aged man stretched out a chicken drumstick from his sleeve and passed it to his palm.

"Let's go back and eat." The middle-aged man patted his head, bent down to pick up his bowl of soup which still had some soup left, used his steamed bun to soak up the remaining soup on the ground, and took him back to eat.

A secluded corner outside the garbage dump.

The two men huddled in a corner.

The stench kept coming.

But this is a very safe place.

A chicken leg was taken out of the plastic bag and handed to the boy.

"Dad, you eat too."

"Dad has been tired of eating for a long time, you should eat more." said the middle-aged man.

"The past is the past. There is no past anymore." The little boy said, "Let's eat together."

He looks about thirteen or fourteen years old and was still an elementary school student before the apocalypse broke out.

These short two and a half years of life in the apocalypse completely changed him, stripping away all his youthfulness and immaturity.

He looked at his father stubbornly.

He must eat it.

When the middle-aged man saw this, a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the chicken leg in front of him, and finally tore off the part that had been gnawed through the plastic bag.

Throw the remaining half of the chicken leg into the soup bowl.

"That's enough, Dad. You can eat the rest."

"Dad, you."

"If you don't eat, Dad will punish you!" said the middle-aged man sternly.

Hearing this, the little boy no longer hesitated. He took the half of the vegetable soup with chicken thigh that his father gave him again and started eating it with the steamed bun.

“Is it delicious?”

"Mmm! The chicken legs are so delicious!"

His father smiled, put the remaining soup into a plastic bag, diluted the remaining oil in the plastic bag, and then took big bites of the steamed bun that had been soaked in soup.

Just as he was about to bite it, there was a "click" sound and a bloody smell surged into his mouth.

He had a coughing fit and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered the plastic bag in front of him.

"dad!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" The louder the middle-aged man coughed, the more his lungs wanted to cough, and he couldn't stop.

"dad!"

The little boy immediately put down the food in his hand and rushed over to straighten his back.

When he touched his body, he found that his father's back was swollen.

"dad!"