Wang Xingsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smile, and clapped his hands very excitedly: "The official released the Baixing mission, calling the survivors to clean up the corpses on the street and sanitize them.

The requirement is between 20 and 50 years old, and the official team will work in shifts.

Working about 10 hours a day, you can get a salary, 3 catties of old rice! ”

Song Jinhe was not surprised to hear the news, after all, the officials would not let the situation worsen, and their ultimate goal was to build the city and restore it to its original appearance.

It's a pity that today's disasters and man-made disasters have worn out most of humanity, although it is an official team, but it is also a trouble to control those survivors with bad intentions in the team.

3 catties of aged rice is indeed a very attractive condition, but it is both an opportunity and a danger.

The temperature can reach 55°C during the day, and even at night, the temperature often hovers around 50°C, which is not very comfortable.

Coupled with those wicked people who take stealing other people's food as their survival principle, the danger factor is actually very high.

It is true that Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai would not consider doing this work, but it is a good opportunity for other survivors.

There is no shortage of food in Building 3 today, but who would dislike the abundance of food in their hands?

Everyone has their own considerations in mind, some are eager to try, and some are hesitant.

"This task is a combination of danger and opportunity, and now everyone knows how chaotic it is outside, robberies and murders happen from time to time, and there are many more corpses every day.

If you go, you have to take a certain risk, and you may have just got the rice and it was snatched away before it was hot. ”

Song Jinhe's words did break their dreams, but now who doesn't live with their heads pinned to their trouser belts?

Although they were afraid, few of them could refuse the temptation of 3 catties of old rice a day.

"Sister Song, I want to try."

"I also want to go, we are a family of three, and my wife and children can live better with more food."

"I also kind of want to go, after all, this is an officially released mission, and the safety factor should be guaranteed, right?"

Everyone is trying to hypnotize themselves, after all, the word 'official' itself can affect these low-level survivors.

Song Jinhe will not plunder the opportunity of others to live, what should be said has been said, and she does not want to be a good person.

"I have no opinion if you want to go, but someone must be on duty in the building every day, you can work in batches and days, but you must ensure that Building 3 is manned so that no one will steal your home."

Song Jinhe could leak some supplies from her hand to them, but this was also when Building 3 would be useful to her.

Once they can't even do the most basic thing together against a foreign enemy, she will take back everything she once gave them.

"No problem, I will organize them, let everyone go in batches, and let them earn as much food as possible while ensuring the safety of Building 3."

Wang Xingsheng came out to guarantee Song Jinhe, which can be regarded as giving an attitude to prove that he has no heart to resist.

They can now not worry about food and clothing all thanks to Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai, he is not a person who will forget his roots, he will do his best to repay their kindness if others treat him well.

Listening to his words, Song Jinhe's complexion softened a little, and he nodded slightly.

"I don't mean to stop everyone from letting you earn food, I just need a stable living environment, if everyone leaves, I want to wait for you to come back, Building 3 has already been looted by others."

Song Jinhe opened his mouth to explain, looked at their expressions and continued: "The duty schedule remains unchanged, and you can use your free time outside of this. ”

The survivors nodded their heads in response, their hearts full of excitement.

Is life going to get better? They have suffered so much, is it time for the authorities to lead them back on the right track?

Everyone was very excited, Song Jinhe didn't say anything after looking around for a week, just nodded at Wang Xingsheng and returned to the 18th floor to rest.

"How many of them do you think will go?"

Cheng Qianhuai helped her peel an orange and handed it over, and the other party broke a petal and stuffed it into his mouth, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

"Everyone must want to make some profit from this mission, but it's impossible to say who is a wolf and who is a sheep."

The previous government also organized this event, but the promised Chen Mi was delayed again and again, and in the end, the person in charge simply disappeared, and most of the survivors wasted their time and energy in vain.

Now that food and water are in short supply everywhere, and precious resources are all in the hands of those in high positions, how many people can really distribute them to the survivors at the bottom?

The empty glove white wolf trick made some officials use it thoroughly, using the hands of ordinary survivors to clean up the messy city, avoiding the outbreak of plagues and epidemics after the corpses decomposed.

Did it work?

It does work.

The contributors are survivors, and the beneficiaries are survivors, but they get nothing but a clean environment.

When everyone realized that they had been tricked, there was no solution, because the high-ranking officials in charge of Yuncheng had already left along the wide and clean road and went to enjoy the blessings in the base.

It is precisely because of such unscrupulous officials in charge that the relationship between the survivors and the authorities in the later period will be so strained.

Song Jinhe chewed an orange in his mouth, and his voice was faint: "When they suffer hardships, they will understand something, not every official in a high position will treat ordinary survivors as human beings."

Instead of believing that such a good thing will happen to you, you should spend more time going out and searching for supplies. ”

Cheng Qianhuai hooked the corners of his lips, he had the same idea as Song Jinhe, but what they said was somewhat why not eat minced meat.

The reason why the 18th floor will not be fooled is because they have plenty of supplies in their hands, and if they have also experienced the taste of starvation and cold, they will not easily refuse this tempting opportunity.

"Don't talk about them, is there anything you want to eat? I'll cook it for you. ”

He stood up and propped himself up in front of Song Jinhe and gently rubbed her with his forehead.

"If you want to eat cold skin, will you do it?"

Song Jinhe didn't refuse to be intimate with him, and gently stretched out his hand and pulled his earlobe.

"As long as you want to eat it, I will."

Cheng Qianhuai winked at her, then got up and walked into the kitchen to start busy.

Nothing is as important to him as Song Jinhe, he doesn't want to be involved in some whirlpool of power, just cooking her a meal in the kitchen is already very happy.

He turned his head to look at the person sitting on the sofa holding the tablet and laughing, and there was more affection in the corners of his eyes.

In fact, he had a brother who was in politics, and he had sent someone to pick him up and take him to the shelter in the early days of the last days.

But the moment he saw Song Jinhe, he didn't have this thought.

Instead of letting Jiang Cixu run around for him to ask for a place in the shelter, it is better to live with Song Jinhe like this.