At noon, the sun is shining, the wind is mild, and the breeze is gently blowing, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and it is a good weather to get out of the house.

But passers-by did not have the energy to notice this, because it was a twice-a-day meal, and they couldn't help but hurry up and get their lunch.

The so-called meal is a time point jointly stipulated by the four major forces before, at which food is distributed uniformly, and at the former prisoners' canteen, women who can cook or cooks from the former prisons are recruited from among the refugees, and the four major forces respectively send people to supervise them, hand over the food to them to cook, and distribute food in a unified manner.

In order to save food, to be precise, it is to reduce the amount of food given to refugees, not only the amount of each meal is reduced, but the type is becoming more and more single, there may be some diced meat in the porridge of refugees before, now there is not much meat in the porridge, even the rice is not much, it may be accompanied by one or two small steamed buns before, but now there may not even be steamed buns.

Among the previous four major forces, the reason why Wang Chaolong, Fu Biao, Zhao She and others' subordinates collectively referred to these people who came to the prison later and lived in the lower strata of the prison as refugees, and some of these so-called refugees replaced them to go to the prisoners' canteen, and they went to the canteen that prison administrators could only go to in the past.

The two canteens are very close, but the distance of more than ten meters will be insurmountable, just like before the end of the world, it is impossible for prisoners to eat with prison guards, now it is impossible for them to eat with those refugees who go to the prisoners' canteen to eat instead of them, the difference is that prisoners and prison guards may have the same meal, just like they ate no worse than the prison guards before, and now, although the dishes are very single every time, but compared to the refugees who can't fill their stomachs, at least they can eat full, This makes them feel okay with it.

Su Bai was too late yesterday, and because the bosses and backbones of the four major forces could open a small stove, he hadn't been to see the big canteen in Yangshan Prison, to be honest, he still missed the feeling of eating in the cafeteria, after all, since he went to school, he basically ate in the cafeteria, and even when takeout was popular in college, Su Bai ate in the cafeteria most of the time.

Although I have only been away from college for more than a year, I have often complained that the food in the university cafeteria is unpalatable, but compared to after entering the society, the carefree life of the past is gone.

So in order to try the life of the canteen, Su Bai decided to go to the canteen to eat, and by the way, to see what the prison canteen looked like, which could be regarded as satisfying Su Bai's little curiosity.

So, under Su Bai's leadership, others, such as Li Su, the new military advisor of Su Bai's forces, Wang Su, the captain of the patrol team, and Zhao She, the captain of the combat team composed of Zhao She's subordinates before Su Bai was recruited, and several key members of Su Bai's forces, were also embarrassed to watch their boss go to the cafeteria and open a small stove at home, so they also followed.

Canteen No. 2 is located in the southern area of the prison center, that is, the prisoner canteen that the people of Yangshan Prison say, before the end of the world, it was used as a canteen for prisoners to eat, and the No. 1 canteen next to it blocked by barbed wire, before the end of the world, was the so-called special canteen for prison administrators.

At this moment, that is, at noon meal time, the No. 2 canteen is a little crowded, and if it weren't for the guns in the hands of the four major forces stationed here, it would have been flattened by the hungry "refugees".

"Nyima, all of them are lined up for labor and management, if you let labor and management see a plug, be careful that the eighty-one bar in the hands of labor and management does not recognize the living!"

"The one over there, you fucking line up, and then fucking ready to move, labor and management are fucking you!"

Several people with eighty-one bars in their hands stood on a high place and watched the groups of refugees coming down from the mountain below, like swarms of ants, pouring into the No. 2 canteen, a place they had to go to before, and felt a little proud, they no longer had to eat in this prisoner's cafeteria, but moved to the No. 1 canteen of their dreams.

In fact, the No. 1 and No. 2 canteens are about the same size, and the dishes are almost the same, but they themselves have a special identity as prisoners, so they are a little disgusted with the No. 2 canteen, which is called the prisoner's canteen, and yearn for the No. 1 canteen.

The outside of the cafeteria is so "lively", and the inside of the canteen can be said to be boiling.

After being hungry for a night, and there was no such thing as breakfast, the refugees, who were a little weak in their hands and feet and had a dizzy brain, finally managed to get through the meal, so they pointed to the porridge in the middle of the rice to live, but they were all lined up in a daze, and they didn't think about being hungry at all, so they went to insert a place, because the previous ones had been shot mercilessly, and the corpses were still left on the large wasteland of Yangshan Prison.

Besides, they are so hungry that they don't know what to think, and they don't control their bodies at all, they seem to be pacing forward with instinct, and there is not much difference from those zombies, and only when they come to themselves, they finally cheer up.

"Alright, alright! Can you give me some more porridge? I also have a daughter who is now so hungry that she has passed out at home, please! One woman, with her hands on the windowsill, her head even poking her head into the window, begged with some excitement for another woman to make porridge for her.

The woman's gloomy expression suddenly moved, and although her heart cried for her to make more porridge for the mother in front of her, her brain cruelly warned her that she couldn't do this, unless she didn't want to live anymore.

The woman in charge of the porridge had helplessness in her eyes, her eyes squinted at the man holding the weapon next to her, signaling to the woman that she was afraid that she would not be able to help her, expressing her helplessness.

"Big brother, no, uncle, please, the child is still hungry, and the child's father also died at the bottom of the mountain, so I am left with my daughter, a relative, please! Okay, okay! The woman leaned on the window and cried loudly.

The man who was originally assigned to the monitoring canteen was a little unhappy, but now when he heard the woman's crying again, he immediately became a little angry, and shouted loudly: "Nima, it's already unhappy when Lao Capital comes, you still come to provoke Lao Tzu, take your porridge and get out quickly, now I agree to give you more beatings, and the people behind you also want it, isn't this a mess?" Do you want to kill labor? ”

The man seems to be using women as a garbage can for his emotions, scolding frantically, wanting to scold and release all his unhappy emotions, in this way, his heart will feel better.

"Whew~!" After the man scolded the woman, he took a deep breath and found that this way was really cool, he was much more happy, and he successfully released his dissatisfaction with the end times and the fear of zombies.