An Yi stood on a small step, put on a arrogant and domineering expression, and shouted a voice that could be clearly heard by the entire square without a loudspeaker.
"A basket of herbs costs 1 yuan, and a bowl of porridge costs 1 yuan! Those who collect high-value herbs will be handed over to the supervisor next to them for review. A basket of high-priced herbs can be exchanged for 3 yuan, and a can of meat is 30 yuan. The one who comes first gets the exchange. That's it! Knowing that you are hungry like wolves, I will reiterate the rules! If anyone dares to openly rob other people's labor income in this square, I will use this gun to open a ventilating hole in your chest! Let's start! "
An Yi waved his hand, and the food distribution staff and the long queue began to move busily. An Yi stood on the high platform and stared at every hungry person who came forward to exchange food. Some of them were scarred teenagers, and some were dying. Most of the middle-aged people are middle-aged, and very few are women. Because collecting herbs in the mountains is a difficult task. In addition to walking long and difficult mountain roads, you also have to identify the types of herbs at the foot of the mountain. Even if you dig up the herbs, you still have to worry about mutated animals that smell human odor and interact with them. The bully who held up highways. Almost every day, being able to stand here safely and exchange for a bowl or two of porridge and survive today is already a blessing among misfortunes.
As for those who are unable to work, the safe zone cannot and cannot support them, leaving them to starve to death in despair. Except for the few remaining human-like women who still have some value, no one will pity the wastes that are living and wasting air. Even if they grab food and cause chaos, they will be shot dead on the spot by An Yi and others, killing the chickens and monkeys.
Establishing order under despair and lack of food requires bloody force and the fear that is built up in the hearts of survivors day by day. At this point, An Yi has done a good job.
A dark and thin boy finished changing the porridge and carefully held his iron fist with both hands. His small eyes moving around and his rickety body were like a mouse crossing the street. When he had the tendency to leave the square, countless people were hungry and fierce. Green eyes locked on him. Once he dared to leave the square managed by supervisors such as An Yi, they would rush out from various dark corners and behind closed store doors, and snatch the food from the little boy's hands.
Of course the little boy didn't dare. He walked to the entrance of an unlit alley and waved his hand inside. After a while, a middle-aged woman walking holding on to the wall appeared inside. The woman was already emaciated, and her clothes were all made up of torn linen. Her reddish-brown skin and body that touched bones made no man who wanted to vent want to get close to her.
"Mom, drink quickly." The little boy tremblingly held the food he had worked hard for all day and handed it to his mother. The woman showed a fragile and weak smile and took the porridge.
She drank only a fifth of the porridge and handed it back to her child.
"Son, you drink." Her voice was calm, as if she had despaired of reality. As a mother, she could not raise a child, but she was reduced to having her child to raise her. If her self-blame was a wooden stake, then her body and mind had already been pierced by clusters of wooden stakes. . The only thing that allowed her to survive in the world was her reluctance to let go of her child.
The little boy looked at his mother with uncontrollable tears in his eyes. He also tasted the porridge and then gave it to his mother.
"Mom, one bite per person."
If it were placed in a civilized era, many people watching such a scene would probably shed tears to help, but in this era of dawn after the dark night, for the residents of the safe zone who have not yet completely struggled out of the dark night, they are willing to help. The number of mothers and children is zero.
Because everyone is hanging on with only one breath, those who are able to work have no kindness and spare energy to help except to support their families.
Soon, only the last fifth of the small bowl of porridge was left. The little boy wanted his mother to drink it, but the mother refused. The two sat against the wall in the corner of the square. Not many people paid attention to the mother and son. .
At this time, an old woman sitting next to the mother and son suddenly leaned over. She tremblingly stretched out her leathery hand to the little boy and said pitifully: "Good boy, you mother and son have both eaten. Grandma is still hungry, she is about to starve to death... Please, my good child, can you give the remaining porridge to grandma... "
The little boy glanced at the old woman and immediately held the iron bowl tightly with both hands. However, seeing the calls coming from the poor old woman's almost half-dead body, his heart gradually became weak. The little boy then turned to his mother for help.
"Son, if there is plenty, just eat it yourself. You are obviously growing, so a bowl of porridge is not enough." The mother stroked the little boy's head and said with a wry smile.
The little boy understood what his mother meant. He lowered his head and prepared to drink the last bit of porridge so that he could work hard tomorrow to bring life-saving food to his mother. But he still couldn't bear to turn his head and glance at his grandma. If he didn't give her food, she might die in a few hours.
But if given, how many days would he and his mother survive
The little boy made a decision. He picked up the bowl and was about to drink it. Unexpectedly, the old woman suddenly grabbed the crutch on the ground and stabbed the little boy's left waist. The little boy screamed and fell to the right. The iron bowl When it hit the ground, the remaining fifth of the bowl of porridge fell to the ground.
The old woman seemed to suddenly have strength. She pounced on the puddle of porridge on the ground like a hungry wild dog, licked it up quickly with her tongue, and brought the food to her mouth.
However, a shadow suddenly fell over the old woman who was snatching the food. An Yi's face was as cold as frost, like an evil ghost in hell. He uttered a sentence coldly,
"Those who openly rob others of their labor will die!"
boom! The Colt rattlesnake played a cruel music, and dirty blood splashed on the ground. The old woman's face fell into the puddle of porridge on the ground, and her eyes that lost their luster still retained the desire for food and a trace of doubt in her life. . This puts a terrible heavy weight on the shoulders of all the hungry people who are watching eagerly!
The devilish supervisor who maintains order is comfortable and never skimps on his bullets.
An Yi wiped his dirty leather boots on the ground and stood back on the high platform looking over the whole place as if nothing had happened. What happened in the corner of the square attracted the attention of all the hungry people in the square, but it only lasted for a short minute; they They all lowered their heads, thinking about how they should drink the porridge they got today, or if they were lucky enough to grab a can.
As for the poor old woman who turned into a corpse, no one sympathized with her at all. Devil Supervisor An Yi is extremely cruel when it comes to maintaining order. It has long been common for them to work longer and live longer. Moreover, he is protecting the interests of the hungry people who work like them. What can they be dissatisfied with