Chapter 70
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“You three, this is your room.”
A man named Ah Quan led Chu Qianxun and others to the dormitories.
He handed over the key to the room, with a kind of ingratiating attitude, and enthusiastically explained the precautions for living in the base.
He even hurriedly cleaned the room for them.
The Nanxi base had much fewer people than Goose City Base, and all the people were required to gather and live in a high school campus.
The entire base had adopted a kind of militarized management, so a clear class consciousness had initially emerged.
Ordinary people were doing the hardest and most tiring work in the base. Every day, they use the earned work points to receive special “meal tickets” in the base in exchange for food.
The saints could enjoy superior treatment. They had a lofty position in the base and accepted the services and flattery of ordinary human beings.
Saints like Chu Qianxun, as soon as they arrived at the base, could be assigned to a bright single dormitory with a separate bathroom.
Ordinary people without ability mostly squeezed in the opened shop downstairs, and more often slept in classrooms in the teaching building, sleeping on beds barely made up of tables.
Looking down from the third-floor dormitory window, there was a long line on the playground, allocating food for the day.
The meal was a pot of clear soup, like a pot of water, and a pot of stiff fried noodles.
The people in the line all had colorful tickets in their hands, getting food that beggars would not necessarily eat before the apocalypse.
An old man handed out two green special “meal tickets”, which were earned by his work for a day.
The server spooned a spoonful of noodles and slammed it into his bowl. The spoon was not big, and the little noodles could not even cover the bottom of the bowl in the old man’s hands.
“Sir, give me a little bit more, I still have a kid in my family.”
The person impatiently spooned some clear soup and poured it into his bowl.
“Give a little more, a little more. It’s not enough at all.”
“Walk forward. Don’t be noisy. Or you will have no meal ticket,” the server became impatient.
“Go away, dead old man, don’t be scornful and delay my meal,” the man behind the old man pushed him away and handed out four meal tickets, “Sir, give me double.”
The old man guarded the food and walked away with tears.
“It’s pitiful,” Gao Yan stood at the window.
“Nothing is so pitiful, isn’t he weak?” Jiang Chengzhu sat by the window with one foot hanging, “It’s good to eat at this time. When I hid in the mountain, I was hungry for two days.”
He saw Chu Qianxun’s gaze come over, and for a while he worried that Chu Qianxun didn’t like him being too cold.
“Am I wrong? Qianxun sister?”
Chu Qianxun reached out and touched his head.
No one could afford idlers at this time.
The organizers of the base could provide such an opportunity, so that all people in the base could get food with manual labor, which was already very good.
Of course, such a system may have many abuses, bullying, injustice and other violence.
But in an era when food and clothing couldn’t be obtained, all human rights would perish for survival.
Chu Qianxun remembered the base leader she had seen in that conference hall. The man’s name was Tang Juan.
She couldn’t think of a person with such a powerful and effective organizational ability.
“The three of you don’t have to line up at the playground. There is a cafeteria on the second floor of the opposite building, which provides food for the saints.”
After Ah Quan cleaned the house, he respectfully handed over a few red meal tickets, “This is provided by the base free of charge to the first-time saints. One red ticket is equal to ten green tickets. Later, you can participate in our team and exchange tickets based on the contributions provided. In our base, only tickets can be used to buy things.”
“Thank you,” Chu Qianxun took out a small bag of biscuits from her bag and threw it to him.
Ah Quan thanked her. He sharpened his head and grabbed the job of a receptionist, first, to get familiar with the newcomer, and second, to get tips.
Although the person in front of him was a girl, she was also generous. Ah Quan became more enthusiastic and thoughtful.
“What if someone just lives in the base but doesn’t participate in the operation?” Chu Qianxun asked.
“That won’t work. According to the regulations, the combat saints must participate in field operations at least once in ten days, um, that is, those searching for materials or hunting for demons,” Ah Quan replied,
“But there is no need for a girl like you to do that. As long as you register with Sir Jiang and finish the assigned treatment, you can also get a ticket.”
Chu Qianxun nodded. This base already had a model for large-scale base management in the future.
But in Chu Qianxun’s memory, she had never heard of the base and Tang Juan. Perhaps this base was eventually destroyed in a disaster.
In the apocalypse days, countless bases were captured by demons and destroyed by humans. It was not uncommon.
“Who is Sir Jiang?” Chu Qianxun continued to inquire.
“Oh, Sir Jiang is a powerful man in our base. He and his son were originally teachers in this school. After the apocalypse, Brother Jun brought a few people in and cleared all the demons in the school and Sir Jiang helped manage this place.”
When it came to this teacher, Ah Quan seemed to admire him, “You see, our rules are made by Sir Jiang. The base can be as orderly as it is now thanks to Sir Jiang and his son. We usually just kill demons.”
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“You three, this is your room.”
A man named Ah Quan led Chu Qianxun and others to the dormitories.
He handed over the key to the room, with a kind of ingratiating attitude, and enthusiastically explained the precautions for living in the base.
He even hurriedly cleaned the room for them.
The Nanxi base had much fewer people than Goose City Base, and all the people were required to gather and live in a high school campus.
The entire base had adopted a kind of militarized management, so a clear class consciousness had initially emerged.
Ordinary people were doing the hardest and most tiring work in the base. Every day, they use the earned work points to receive special “meal tickets” in the base in exchange for food.
The saints could enjoy superior treatment. They had a lofty position in the base and accepted the services and flattery of ordinary human beings.
Saints like Chu Qianxun, as soon as they arrived at the base, could be assigned to a bright single dormitory with a separate bathroom.
Ordinary people without ability mostly squeezed in the opened shop downstairs, and more often slept in classrooms in the teaching building, sleeping on beds barely made up of tables.
Looking down from the third-floor dormitory window, there was a long line on the playground, allocating food for the day.
The meal was a pot of clear soup, like a pot of water, and a pot of stiff fried noodles.
The people in the line all had colorful tickets in their hands, getting food that beggars would not necessarily eat before the apocalypse.
An old man handed out two green special “meal tickets”, which were earned by his work for a day.
The server spooned a spoonful of noodles and slammed it into his bowl. The spoon was not big, and the little noodles could not even cover the bottom of the bowl in the old man’s hands.
“Sir, give me a little bit more, I still have a kid in my family.”
The person impatiently spooned some clear soup and poured it into his bowl.
“Give a little more, a little more. It’s not enough at all.”
“Walk forward. Don’t be noisy. Or you will have no meal ticket,” the server became impatient.
“Go away, dead old man, don’t be scornful and delay my meal,” the man behind the old man pushed him away and handed out four meal tickets, “Sir, give me double.”
The old man guarded the food and walked away with tears.
“It’s pitiful,” Gao Yan stood at the window.
“Nothing is so pitiful, isn’t he weak?” Jiang Chengzhu sat by the window with one foot hanging, “It’s good to eat at this time. When I hid in the mountain, I was hungry for two days.”
He saw Chu Qianxun’s gaze come over, and for a while he worried that Chu Qianxun didn’t like him being too cold.
“Am I wrong? Qianxun sister?”
Chu Qianxun reached out and touched his head.
No one could afford idlers at this time.
The organizers of the base could provide such an opportunity, so that all people in the base could get food with manual labor, which was already very good.
Of course, such a system may have many abuses, bullying, injustice and other violence.
But in an era when food and clothing couldn’t be obtained, all human rights would perish for survival.
Chu Qianxun remembered the base leader she had seen in that conference hall. The man’s name was Tang Juan.
She couldn’t think of a person with such a powerful and effective organizational ability.
“The three of you don’t have to line up at the playground. There is a cafeteria on the second floor of the opposite building, which provides food for the saints.”
After Ah Quan cleaned the house, he respectfully handed over a few red meal tickets, “This is provided by the base free of charge to the first-time saints. One red ticket is equal to ten green tickets. Later, you can participate in our team and exchange tickets based on the contributions provided. In our base, only tickets can be used to buy things.”
“Thank you,” Chu Qianxun took out a small bag of biscuits from her bag and threw it to him.
Ah Quan thanked her. He sharpened his head and grabbed the job of a receptionist, first, to get familiar with the newcomer, and second, to get tips.
Although the person in front of him was a girl, she was also generous. Ah Quan became more enthusiastic and thoughtful.
“What if someone just lives in the base but doesn’t participate in the operation?” Chu Qianxun asked.
“That won’t work. According to the regulations, the combat saints must participate in field operations at least once in ten days, um, that is, those searching for materials or hunting for demons,” Ah Quan replied,
“But there is no need for a girl like you to do that. As long as you register with Sir Jiang and finish the assigned treatment, you can also get a ticket.”
Chu Qianxun nodded. This base already had a model for large-scale base management in the future.
But in Chu Qianxun’s memory, she had never heard of the base and Tang Juan. Perhaps this base was eventually destroyed in a disaster.
In the apocalypse days, countless bases were captured by demons and destroyed by humans. It was not uncommon.
“Who is Sir Jiang?” Chu Qianxun continued to inquire.
“Oh, Sir Jiang is a powerful man in our base. He and his son were originally teachers in this school. After the apocalypse, Brother Jun brought a few people in and cleared all the demons in the school and Sir Jiang helped manage this place.”
When it came to this teacher, Ah Quan seemed to admire him, “You see, our rules are made by Sir Jiang. The base can be as orderly as it is now thanks to Sir Jiang and his son. We usually just kill demons.”
You three, this is your room.A man named Ah Quan led Chu Qianxun and others to the dormitories.He handed over the key to the room, with a kind of ingratiating attitude, and enthusiastically explained the precautions for living in the base.He even hurriedly cleaned the room for them.The Nanxi base had much fewer people than Goose City Base, and all the people were required to gather and live in a high school campus.The entire base had adopted a kind of militarized management, so a clear class consciousness had initially emerged.Ordinary people were doing the hardest and most tiring work in the base. Every day, they use the earned work points to receive special meal tickets in the base in exchange for food.The saints could enjoy superior treatment. They had a lofty position in the base and accepted the services and flattery of ordinary human beings.Saints like Chu Qianxun, as soon as they arrived at the base, could be assigned to a bright single dormitory with a separate bathroom.Ordinary people without ability mostly squeezed in the opened shop downstairs, and more often slept in classrooms in the teaching building, sleeping on beds barely made up of tables.Looking down from the third-floor dormitory window, there was a long line on the playground, allocating food for the day.The meal was a pot of clear soup, like a pot of water, and a pot of stiff fried noodles.The people in the line all had colorful tickets in their hands, getting food that beggars would not necessarily eat before the apocalypse.An old man handed out two green special meal tickets, which were earned by his work for a day.The server spooned a spoonful of noodles and slammed it into his bowl. The spoon was not big, and the little noodles could not even cover the bottom of the bowl in the old man's hands.Sir, give me a little bit more, I still have a kid in my family.The person impatiently spooned some clear soup and poured it into his bowl.Give a little more, a little more. It's not enough at all.Walk forward. Don't be noisy. Or you will have no meal ticket, the server became impatient.Go away, dead old man, don't be scornful and delay my meal, the man behind the old man pushed him away and handed out four meal tickets, Sir, give me double.The old man guarded the food and walked away with tears.It's pitiful, Gao Yan stood at the window.Nothing is so pitiful, isn't he weak? Jiang Chengzhu sat by the window with one foot hanging, It's good to eat at this time. When I hid in the mountain, I was hungry for two days.He saw Chu Qianxun's gaze come over, and for a while he worried that Chu Qianxun didn't like him being too cold.Am I wrong? Qianxun sister?Chu Qianxun reached out and touched his head.No one could afford idlers at this time.The organizers of the base could provide such an opportunity, so that all people in the base could get food with manual labor, which was already very good.Of course, such a system may have many abuses, bullying, injustice and other violence.But in an era when food and clothing couldn't be obtained, all human rights would perish for survival.Chu Qianxun remembered the base leader she had seen in that conference hall. The man's name was Tang Juan.She couldn't think of a person with such a powerful and effective organizational ability.The three of you don't have to line up at the playground. There is a cafeteria on the second floor of the opposite building, which provides food for the saints.After Ah Quan cleaned the house, he respectfully handed over a few red meal tickets, This is provided by the base free of charge to the first-time saints. One red ticket is equal to ten green tickets. Later, you can participate in our team and exchange tickets based on the contributions provided. In our base, only tickets can be used to buy things.Thank you, Chu Qianxun took out a small bag of biscuits from her bag and threw it to him.Ah Quan thanked her. He sharpened his head and grabbed the job of a receptionist, first, to get familiar with the newcomer, and second, to get tips.Although the person in front of him was a girl, she was also generous. Ah Quan became more enthusiastic and thoughtful.What if someone just lives in the base but doesn't participate in the operation? Chu Qianxun asked.That won't work. According to the regulations, the combat saints must participate in field operations at least once in ten days, um, that is, those searching for materials or hunting for demons, Ah Quan replied,But there is no need for a girl like you to do that. As long as you register with Sir Jiang and finish the assigned treatment, you can also get a ticket.Chu Qianxun nodded. This base already had a model for large-scale base management in the future.But in Chu Qianxun's memory, she had never heard of the base and Tang Juan. Perhaps this base was eventually destroyed in a disaster.In the apocalypse days, countless bases were captured by demons and destroyed by humans. It was not uncommon.Who is Sir Jiang? Chu Qianxun continued to inquire.Oh, Sir Jiang is a powerful man in our base. He and his son were originally teachers in this school. After the apocalypse, Brother Jun brought a few people in and cleared all the demons in the school and Sir Jiang helped manage this place.When it came to this teacher, Ah Quan seemed to admire him, You see, our rules are made by Sir Jiang. The base can be as orderly as it is now thanks to Sir Jiang and his son. We usually just kill demons.
