When the leader left the room, there were seven minutes left before ten o'clock, and the initial plan was not for him to ask, and he shouldn't have come out so late, but when the leader came, all arrangements had to be made according to the leader's temporary instructions.

They are all waiting for the leader to speak, and this is the last step.

"Now, all the relevant departments in the camp are doing their best to ensure that the supplies are safely and smoothly handed over to the survivors."

There were no cheers, no celebrations, no hesitation, and at the same time as the leader said this, the entire command area began to operate.

Of course, the leader's words will not be urgently sent to the sub-districts within seven minutes, in fact, as long as the sub-districts are not notified to stop before 10 o'clock, then 10 o'clock is the message of the full start.

Because this is the first time that large-scale food rationing has been carried out, and because of the severe hunger problem, it is impossible to simply queue up to receive it, but to arrange and combine them for the second time according to the actual condition of the survivors, and it is also necessary to prohibit the free movement of the survivors to prevent further confusion.

As for the food ration at the lowest level, the cultivators are also solely responsible for ensuring that the special food is delivered to the survivors 'hand in hand'.

Ten o'clock.

There was no ribbon-cutting as the survivors guessed, and there were no so-called big people to speak, there were just two ordinary girls, wearing a black identification tag of F-realm on their chests, holding a box of ten people in their arms, a sealed box of ordinary food and special food, and hurriedly ran out of the supply station.

At ten o'clock, when one of the girls returned to the ration station, dozens of cultivators began to leave the place in an orderly manner, each holding a sealed box full of food in their arms.

According to the regulations, after the ordinary people have finished eating, neither the people nor the cultivators can leave directly, and they must stay to observe the situation of the eater, and after an hour to make sure that there is no discomfort, both parties can leave.

There were a total of about 3,000 cultivators in the secret realm, and now there were about 1,000 of them engaged in this work, even with such a number, the pressure was still very terrifying when facing a full twenty thousand hungry survivors.

As the news spread, the order in the areas that had not yet received food began to slowly become problematic, and when the cultivators were dispatched to maintain it, the efficiency would lead to an overall decline, and there were many problems in this kind of vicious circle.

After all, the survivors are in a very poor mental state now, and they are very worried about the problem of food reserves, even if they repeatedly ensure that the reserves are sufficient, no one will believe it until they eat it, after all, in order to prevent panic, how many survivors have been hungry until now.

An Tong, who was at the supply station, gently closed his little hand in Yin Hang's palm, and looked at the busy backs of the cultivators around him, and whispered with some anxiety: "Husband, why don't we help too?" ”

"Hmm."

Matching food requires special training, and dispatching and directing on the map also requires strong ability, and in the end, Yin Hang and An Tong found that they can help...... It seems that the only way to do it is to deliver food.

But what's even more embarrassing is that the two boxes that Yin Hang sent at the beginning took several turns to find a place because of the location.

At the third delivery, Yin Hang and An Tong finally became a little familiar, or An Tong himself was familiar with it, after all, Yin Hang was a road idiot, and when he asked for directions, he was very dizzy to hear from the southeast and northwest, and he only understood before and after changing to left and right.

After all, the time is close to 11 o'clock, the sun is in the center, and Yin Hang really can't tell the direction.

And the place where the third delivery was needed, Yin Hang found that there were all elderly people here, a total of eight.

There was an old woman who looked the oldest, with gray hair, and even if she was sitting on a backpack that looked like a cultivator, she had to bend over and carry crutches, but when she saw Yin Hang and them coming, she hurriedly wanted to stand up.

An Tong hurriedly ran over, not caring if there was a queue problem, gently supported the old woman, and then quickly opened the sealed box he brought and took out the food specially prepared for the old man.

"Alas, alas......" The old grandmother kept saying something vaguely, and after she received the food, her hand was raised a little stiffly, and at the same time she lowered her head with difficulty, and continued to thank An Tong vaguely: "Alas, thank you, thank the country, thank you, save my old lady......"

"Grandma, eat quickly." An Tong helped tear off the packaging of the food again, and found that it was a particularly soft gel, and then wanted to help her grandmother, who was a little delirious, eat it.

Subsequently, the gray-haired elderly people also began to reluctantly arrange a sequence, and their movements were almost trembling slightly, but not to the point of not being able to do it.

Because their age is indeed too big, even if their aging meridians are stimulated by a high concentration of aura, the amount they need is not very much, and they have also eaten some special food, so that their current state is relatively okay, and the main reason for their weakness is because of the harsh environment.

And just when Yin Hang was in charge of splitting the food, and An Tong was in charge of helping and taking care of them to eat, the next partition suddenly heard the sound of a quarrel, and as far as the content was concerned, it seemed that they were quarreling because they were dissatisfied with the distribution of cultivators.

"A bunch of little rabbit cubs, some of them are still screaming when they eat, they really haven't been hungry!"

The old man at the end of the line, although his gray hair was bald and clean, his tall figure stood straight, and when he heard the content of those quarrels, he directly scolded: "If this fucking thing was back then, those who didn't listen to the command would have been dragged out with a pitchfork!" ”

An old grandmother in front of the old man sighed sadly: "Alas, we should have suffered back then, but now we still have to suffer these children, I really don't know what evil ...... has been created."

An Tong just walked in front of this old woman.

"I'm not hungry, girl," said the old woman, smiling kindly with her haggard countenance, "give these to the children, and eat them yourself, for I am over seventy...... It's not bad for these. ”

"What do those bunches do, it's not your child," the old man snorted at the next door and continued to scold: "If those rabbit cubs in my family dare to make trouble like this, I will beat them to death in the mouth!" ”

"It's long overdue for a special mother to suffer a little!"

An Tong stroked the old grandmother's hands full of age spots, and the rough folds on them were rubbed up for a long time, but they didn't bounce back.

"Grandma, we can all take care of ourselves, after all, children and grandchildren have their own blessings," An Tong lowered his head, "Moreover, we still have a lot of food, you can eat it with confidence......"

(End of chapter)