Chapter 22 Receiving Supplies
After resting all night, the community staff began moving the second batch of supplies for distribution. Once all the supplies had arrived at each building, the staff immediately notified everyone in the building, saying, "Supplies are now on the first floor of the community. Please go downstairs in an orderly manner and line up to receive them."
As soon as this message was released, the group exploded with discussion, with many people criticizing it. "No, didn't you send it to people's homes before? Why do you have to ask people to go down and get it? Is the corridor safe? Don't let everyone die when they go out."
"Exactly. Are you community workers trying to slack off? You clearly delivered the supplies to our homes last time, but now you're asking us to go down and get them ourselves. Are you planning to leave the door open and wait for the poisonous fog to come in and kill us?"
"The guy upstairs is so wicked. If he wanted to kill us, he could just starve us to death at home. Why bother cleaning the corridors and distributing supplies? If you don't want to go down, then don't go down. It's just a habit."
"Although you won't be exposed to the poisonous mist if you open the door to get supplies or go downstairs to get supplies, what's going on here? Why do you have to get them yourself?"
"Exactly. You were the ones who sent it to my house last time. You guys are really good at reducing your workload."
"No, no, I remember when the community distributed supplies last time, they already told us to go downstairs and get them next time. Did you guys ignore it?"
Community staff said, "The last time we came was to register the deceased and distribute supplies. Please line up at the safety passage for future supplies. It is now 9 a.m. and the deadline is 11 a.m. Please go downstairs in an orderly manner. Note: Only one person per household is required to come. Please bring your own bags, as the community will not provide them."
The community’s meaning is very clear. They will distribute the supplies until 11 o’clock. You can come or not and just don’t wait. Anyway, they are not the ones who starve to death.
This attitude of the community would definitely not be acceptable in the past, but now they rely on the relief supplies distributed by the community to survive, so they naturally dare not continue to talk nonsense in the group. Although they cursed, their hands did not stop moving, and they hurried to find the bags and go downstairs. After all, who doesn't want to get the supplies quickly?
As for the fact that only one person from each household went down to collect supplies for the time being, it was understandable. They had just cleared out the people who had passed away in the building, so even if there were more people, it wouldn't be that fast.
Of course, the community's method of collecting supplies is still aimed at healthy people. For those who are stupid enough to open the window and get contaminated by the toxic fog, and those who are unable to go downstairs due to physical reasons, the community will still deliver the supplies to their doorsteps. This is why the distribution of supplies ends at 11 o'clock, because they still need to deliver supplies to the "fools" in the building before 12 o'clock.
But getting supplies is one thing, and even those who didn't complain in the group couldn't help but complain after waiting in line.
Everyone's mentality was similar at this moment. When one person said something, another person would naturally agree quickly. In addition, there were so many people that the queue became very noisy in a short while. The community staff couldn't even hear a word when they were registering. They yelled at everyone to be quiet, but they unintentionally ignited everyone's anger and the group almost started fighting on the spot.
But do you think the people above are not prepared?
Just as everyone was shouting, a soldier came forward. He stood there and shouted, "Quiet."
However, no one listened at all. The quarreling and fighting seemed to be getting more and more intense. Seeing that it was useless, the soldier picked up a wooden stick hanging on his body and threw it into the air.
After a 'bang' sound, the corridor suddenly became quiet.
How can I put it, the wooden warehouse is definitely a real wooden warehouse, but no one thought it would open. But who knows, it opened anyway. Just tell me whether you want to live or not.
Since I want to live, I will naturally calm down.
The soldier looked at everyone in the corridor who was stunned and asked, "Can we collect the supplies now?"
Everyone nodded helplessly and replied, "Okay."
Then everyone automatically lined up in a long line, stretching from the stairs on the first floor all the way up to the fifth floor, which shows how many people there were.
The queues were lined up, and the supplies naturally continued to be distributed. Even the community workers on the side breathed a sigh of relief.
"Five packs of instant noodles, one serving of self-heating rice, two packs of compressed biscuits, and two pieces of chocolate."
This was enough for one person for a week. The person who took the supplies paused. Although he was a little scared, he still asked carefully, "Is this enough for one person? How long will it last?"
The community worker pointed to a sign nearby and replied, "It's clearly written here. These supplies are enough for one person for one week."
A week is enough, but the supplies are too little. "No, there's no way this week is enough. The last time we had enough supplies, we could barely eat two meals a day. Now we can only eat one meal a day?"
The community worker said coldly, "We don't care how you eat. This is the standard of supplies given to us by the higher-ups, and we will distribute it to you according to this standard."
The attitude of the community staff is definitely not good, but there are only so many supplies. It is useless to explain to these people in a nice way. It is better to get rid of them quickly. There will always be people complaining in the group anyway, so they just pretend not to see it.
Although the person who received the supplies also wanted to make some noise, but looking at the soldier holding the wooden magazine beside him, he could only go upstairs dejectedly.
After the community workers saw everyone finally leaving with the supplies, they suddenly understood why the people above them wanted to distribute the supplies with them. It must be said that they were really far-sighted.
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Putting aside other things, Lan Jin is very far-sighted. The beginning of the material distribution is definitely the busiest time. Lan Jin doesn't want to wait in line for a long time, so he plans to wait until ten o'clock before going downstairs.
It's not too late to go downstairs at 10 o'clock. Don't they close at 11 o'clock? Even if there is a queue now, it shouldn't be long.
So when everyone was eagerly going downstairs to line up, she was the only one who was staring at the time on the wall and the little kid in the corner, who was diligently pulling at the Barbie doll's head. She was speechless, "Qiao Qiao, other parts of the Barbie doll can be easily removed, but this head can't be removed. Why are you so obsessed with pulling its head off?"
As soon as Lan Jin finished speaking, Ren Siqiao immediately stuffed his head back.
But it was definitely impossible to push it back, but the head was really squeezed out of shape. And she didn't give up. After Ren Siqiao stuffed her head back, she immediately changed her place to pull, first the legs, then the arms. After all the limbs were pulled out, she said with a look of grievance: "No, Mom, I pulled the arms here."
After Ren Siqiao finished speaking, she raised the things in her hands. In short, a brand new Barbie doll was now completely broken into pieces.
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