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The Jincheng base does not have an urgent need for food right now, but the diversity is still a little lacking. Just the output of the ** spirit crop, after all, is different from the original recipe of human beings, and there will always be some nostalgia. Even junk food before the end of the world has become a popular trend in the base now, and it is very popular.

Of course, this pursuit of food diversity is difficult for people outside the base to understand, and it is also very luxurious. However, the residents of the Jincheng base do have such a luxurious foundation.

It's almost packed. Song Zheng and the others noticed that those old and weak women and children did not take the opportunity to escape, but gathered and walked over under the leadership of an old man.

"Thank you for saving your life. ”

Under the leadership of the old man, the group of old and weak women and children actually knelt down for Song Zheng and the others collectively.

Immediately startled Song Zheng and the others.

"Don't, don't, stand up, don't!"

The four of them struggled to help the old and weak women and children up one by one.

Song Zheng said embarrassedly: "Why bother? There is no need for this. ”

He had saved people before, but he had never seen anyone kneeling for himself, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Therefore, the old man led everyone and knelt down, which immediately frightened him.

The old man said a lot of words of gratitude, and Song Zheng was polite again and again, but the old man kept saying it, and Song Zheng finally understood.

"Old man, if you have anything, just say it, it's okay. ”

The old man blushed slightly: "Since Engong you asked so, then I will dare to say it directly." I wonder if you have a camp, can you take us in?"

After the old man asked, his face turned red, as if he had said something very rebellious, he was very ashamed, and at the same time looked at Song Zheng with strong expectations in his eyes.

Seeing that Song Zheng didn't express his position immediately, but hesitated, the old man hurriedly changed his words: "It's okay, it's okay, when I didn't say ......"

When Song Zheng heard the old man's words, he hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't think about it, old man, can I ask where you came from?"

The old man hurriedly told the experience of this group of people. It is nothing more than that some of them have been survivors, struggling to survive in small camps, and some residents who have done the inner perimeter, and then the inner perimeter turmoil followed others to separate and build camps, and recently the inner perimeter soldiers began to encircle and suppress various camps, whether it is a family unit camp, or a camp that is split from the inner perimeter and has the core of the city, it has been attacked. The survivors joined one camp from one camp to another, and the soldiers in the inner area kept destroying the camp, and the remaining old and weak women and children fled for their lives together, and were constantly killed, left behind, and disappeared along the way, and finally only a dozen of them were left together.

After listening to what the old man said about their experience, Song Zheng groaned for a while, walked away, and pulled Li Wanru and the others to discuss.

"Do you want to take them in?" Song Zheng looked at the three teammates.

Li Wanru simply expressed her attitude: "If you don't care, they won't be able to live soon, don't you realize that they don't even have food and water?"

"But if they join the base, will there be conflicts with the residents?" Bai Xin also took this into account.

Zhou Pan was much more simply: "President, didn't you say that the base is not populated? As for what integration, what hidden dangers, just leave it to the vice president and the committee to deal with, they must know more than us!"

Song Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Although he is the president, the big and small affairs in the base are handled by the thin monkey and the committee. They certainly have a lot more to do with it than they do themselves. Anyway, I've always been a hands-off shopkeeper, bring people back and throw them at them, I believe they will definitely be able to handle it.

It's really a cool thing to shake your hands. Song Zheng suddenly became thoughtful. The original hesitation suddenly disappeared, and he was ready to greet the old man.

Li Wanru reminded: "Tell the base first and let them prepare." ”

Song Zheng nodded again and again, so he turned on the communication beetle.

"Ye Ling, go and help find the thin monkey. ”

After communicating with the thin monkey and the entire committee, Song Zheng finally became more confident.

After the call, he walked up to the old man.

"You can join us, come with us now. ”

The old man and the people behind the old man burst into tears, and some children cheered.

That is, the old man still kept a calm, and after a short period of excitement, he cautiously asked the strength and position of Song Zheng's camp, after all, if he joined again and was attacked, a short stay and long-term integration still require different attitudes.

Song Zheng sneered at this: "Old man, when you go to my base, take a look, take a walk, and you can understand that we are different from other camps, and there is no point in just talking in the vernacular here." ”

The old man smiled and agreed, actually not believing it, but he also heard a few key points in Song Zheng's words.

Song Zheng does not call the camp where he is located, but the base, which is quite noteworthy. In addition, Song Zheng did not say "our" camp, but said "my" camp, which is also worth considering.

The old man covered his emotions and began to organize those old and weak women and children to go back with Song Zheng.

As a result, many people are struggling because of hunger, thirst, and weariness.

Song Zheng also had this problem, and hurriedly took out the food and water in the backpack with Li Wanru for everyone.

When the group of old and weak women and children saw that there was still water, and there were small cakes as yellow and fragrant as corn tortillas, they suddenly burst into tears, and thanked Song Zheng and the others for their kindness.

When they ate a small piece of bread, they felt that they were no longer hungry, and they were even more surprised.

Especially the old man, his two eyes shine as if he were holding two light bulbs on his head. kept coming to Song Zheng's side, wanting to speak and stopping.

Of course, Song Zheng knew that the old man wanted to ask about the tortillas, but he didn't plan to say it, it was the food produced by the elf crops, which was specially used to carry out tasks, and one piece could serve a meal, and the taste also had the sweetness of corn. Although it is a bit monotonous, it is not as versatile as his iron pot food, and he can make a full banquet of the Manchu and Han people. But it's easy and convenient, and it doesn't have to waste time and effort.

"You'll know everything when you get to the base. Song Zheng pretended to be a little forced, then showed an unfathomable smile, turned around and led the way in front.