To be on the safe side, he brought the girls to keep watch for him. He arranged for them to spread out in six directions, occupying each of the six corners of the regular hexagon centered on him. The distance between them and him is about three hundred meters. It not only ensures that they can see each other in the fog, but also provides a safe distance. Quan Hao made a gesture, and the entire regular hexagon moved with his movement. In this way, he is equivalent to six more pairs of eyes, and other figures appear in any direction, and the girls can make a code in time. When he receives the signal, he can respond in advance.

Even if he was prepared, Quan Hao couldn't help but turn blue when he saw the tragic situation in the camp. The hut he had worked so hard to build had been torn apart, the hammock had been removed, the tarpaulin on the roof had been gone, and even the rope that bound the bracket had been removed. The wooden frames were scattered on the ground, and some were even broken, and the leaves covering them were torn to pieces. The cellar next to it was even more unbearable, not only were the contents removed, but the rice, the boxes containing the rice, other bits and pieces, the leftover spices, and household items such as toilet paper were all gone. The cellar itself was also destroyed, and the sand almost filled the original space, except for a few protruding half-branches, there were no traces of artificiality at all.

Quan Hao didn't feel much pain about that little material, he couldn't tolerate others wantonly destroying his hard work. His work may seem simple and ugly to others, but because he has given it, he cherishes it extraordinarily. He also inspected the huts in the refugee camp that had not yet been completed when he left, and sure enough, the project was also unfinished. The half-finished wooden fence was abandoned there, before the roof could be erected. After a few days of wind and sun, the new wood slowly turned yellow. It's very bleak. The refugees moved to the forest-rich Southern Peninsula, and there was no need to move these semi-finished products back. But Jeon Ho heard that the girls had been living here. He saw that two wooden fences were pushed slightly at an angle, and knew that at night, they cowered down to hide. He led them out two more complete wooden fences, and leaned against them, and two simple huts appeared. The top is a spire, and the bottom has seven or eight square meters of space for movement. It was a hasty way to build a simple home for six girls. He also told them that this was temporary. As long as they follow him wholeheartedly and help him do things, they will have a lot of good houses to live in in the future, and they will have clothes and food. These are not dreams.

At this moment, the six girls were already convinced of Quan Hao's words, and they had reached the point of obeying their words. Since the gods say that there will be houses and clothes, it will naturally not be fake. They are looking forward to the days to come, and they can't wait for that day to come sooner. For Quan Hao's several new instructions, the girls were even more busy agreeing. What a great honor it is for a mere mortal to be able to do things for the immortals, and no one else can grab them! Only then did they have a name, and they felt that if they could not complete the task excellently, they would not be worthy of using the name given by the immortals.

Because of these excellent eyes and ears, although Quan Hao has never approached the new refugee camp, the news there has never been broken.

Since Xian Lin thought that Quan Hao had left, his oppression of the refugees had risen sharply to a new level. In terms of eating, except for himself and a few thugs he raised, the others strictly insisted on two meals a day. There is no longer the freedom to eat by yourself when you are hungry in addition to two meals in the morning and evening. At the same time, all food shall be in his own possession, and no one else shall keep it privately, and if it is present, it will be at least a stick. The old man also had a hearty speech, he had to deal with the mess left by Quan Hao, and the food was not enough, so he could not waste it at will. Since ancient times, farmers have fed two meals in the morning food. He had lived so long that he had never heard of a family in Zhuangzi who dared to eat three meals a day. That's a waste of food, and it's going to be struck by lightning.

It sounds like there is some truth to that. Of course, it would have been better if the old man hadn't been gathered at the desk with a few thugs to chew after saying this.

I don't know where the thunder he said is.

Even these two meals are not as bright as they used to be. More than once the girls heard from women who had come to fish complaining that the food was getting thinner by the day. The original white rice is now a serious gruel. And it also contains a kind of wild beans that grow on the island, which looks yellowed and suffers.

Even so, two meals a day is not something that can be eaten casually. Xianlin arranged heavy labor for everyone. Only those who have done their work are fed. The women either fish or gather every day, or they dry and dry what they harvest. According to Xianlin, they need to store as much food as possible to cope with the current crisis. Because I moved the camp, I had to walk a long way to the beach to fish. But the old man set the time to die, and also set the amount of fish for each person, and if he couldn't complete the task, he would be given less food. If you can't even reach half of what he stipulates, you won't have anything to eat. The same applies to the collection of fruit in the mountains and forests.

The fish in the sea have been caught for so many days, and the vigilance is high. It's not stupid to get shot again, and I don't know how stupid it is to escape. No matter how many fruit trees there are in the mountains and forests, they will not bear fruit all year round, and there are only a few types of fruit at the same time. The more you pick, the more ripe fruit you can pick up, the less ripe fruit you can get in the vicinity. The others are either too tall or still green. Sometimes, as a last resort, they have to pick some wild bean grass seeds. This thing is also collected in Xianlin, but it will eventually return to their own rice pot.

Whenever this happens, there will be a girl who loses no time in mentioning the old days. It can be seen that women are resonant. If everyone treats them equally, they can still tolerate it. But Xianlin obviously treated them differently, and although the food of the boys was not as good as before, it was much better than them. And the number of men who are the main laborers has not decreased, but perhaps increased.

Xianlin's approach is to treat men as basic and rigid in his hands. Wooing underage boys, so that vulnerable women are like girls, and can only be squeezed. Everything is afraid of comparison. The woman's food was changed from rice to porridge. Looking at the same weight, everyone knows what is actually going on. It's strange that this group of people can balance their hearts.

But it is also the fear of comparison, which highlights the status of men. Compared with eating a meal during the Quan Hao period, they were even more embarrassed behind the women and children, and they raised their eyebrows greatly. Xian Lin is the most attentive to them, which makes this group have the best impression of the old man.

In front of the girl, no woman dared to complain. The fear of Xianlin weighed heavily on their hearts, and the old man not only gathered red men and a few unscrupulous men to act as minions, but also encouraged whistleblowers. If someone disagrees with him, he will be rewarded if he hears it. And those who dare to complain, of course, wait for him with all kinds of punishments.

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