My Siheyuan Shelter

Chapter 83 Refugee Camp

After lunch, He Jian took Xiang Xin to the "black market" in the city. He said it was a black market, but it was actually semi-public.

The black market is located on a street in the south of the city, and it is also the busiest place in Jinglong City. After all, there are several 100,000 people in the refugee camp, and a lot of good things flow out from there.

"Husband, how about this necklace, does it look good on me?"

Xiang Xin held a necklace with a peacock pendant and compared it to his chest, how he liked it.

"It looks good." He Jian nodded, then looked directly at the shop owner: "Boss, how much is this necklace?"

The shop owner looked at the police uniform on He Jian's body and did not dare to ask for a random price. He smiled and said:
"Girl has a good eye. This necklace is the best jewelry I have here. Look at the luster. It is made of 24K pure gold and weighs 35 grams. If you two really want it, just give 3 yuan."

"Hey, it's less than 1000 yuan per gram, so you won't have any problems with this necklace, right?"

Xiang Xin immediately put down the necklace in his hand, and at the same time became vigilant in his heart.

"Don't worry, the necklace is definitely real gold, and the price of gold here is like this." The shop owner didn't want to say more.

He Jian of course knows the reason, it is nothing more than a lower purchase price.

He has seen with his own eyes that there are second-hand dealers who use seven or eight steamed buns to exchange for a gold bracelet from the refugee camp, earning dozens of times the huge profits in the middle.

Seeing her husband nodding, Xiang Xin was instantly moved, and he was ready to buy the necklace. Even if he didn't need it, it would be good to bring it back to Yanjing to earn the difference.

"I bought it, can you pay by mobile phone here?"

The store owner pointed to the QR code on the side and replied, "Yes, you can just scan this."

How could He Jian let his wife pay, he quickly transferred the money to the store owner with his mobile phone. His salary and subsidies here are less than [-] yuan every month, which is more than many white-collar workers earn.

All afternoon, the young couple wandered around this street several times, buying a lot of jewelry, which added up to about [-] yuan.

Xiang Xin was very excited, after all, it was an unexpected joy.

The time to get together is always short. Since He Jian only took one day off, after dinner, the other party took some nutritional supplements and rushed back to the refugee camp overnight.

Xiang Xin was unwilling to "stand alone in an empty room". In order to spend a few days with He Jian, he went to the police station to sign up as a volunteer in the refugee camp, hiding from her husband.

Xiao Shao helped her with the registration procedures.

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Early the next morning, a convoy of more than 100 volunteers set off, and Xiang Xin was one of them.

The road was boring, and the mobile phone had no signal, so a few people in the car simply chatted.

"Yanjing has to cut off the water every day?" a high school girl asked in surprise, knowing that they haven't stopped the water in Jinglong yet!
Xiang Xin explained with a wry smile: "You rely on the Lancang River here, there are several reservoirs upstream, so of course there is no shortage of water.

Yanjing is different. All the rivers on the ground have stopped flowing. It is estimated that several large reservoirs will not last for much time. How can it be unlimited? "

"Then what will you do in the future?"

"It depends on the desalination plant, otherwise what will happen." Xiang Xin said helplessly.

"Wow, it turns out that the capital lacks water than us!" A faint sense of superiority rose in the hearts of several Jinglong people.

Xiang Xin took the opportunity to change the subject: "Have any of you been to a refugee camp?"

"Our hospital has held several free clinics, and I followed them twice." A more than 40-year-old female doctor nodded.

"Doctor Yang, what is it like in the refugee camp?" Xiang Xin then asked, and the others were also full of curiosity.

Dr. Yang sighed heavily: "The refugee camp is not a good place. It's just a large flat land with many shacks built on it. Hundreds of 100,000 people are crowded together. Compared with it, the slums are paradise."

"What about that night?" Xiang Xin wondered.

Although Jinglong's location is relatively south, the temperature at night is also minus seven or eight degrees, and there is no heating, and people will freeze to death at night.

"The fire is burning, the surrounding mountains are full of dead trees, and there are people in the refugee camp who are responsible for chopping wood every day.

Last month, due to heating problems, a fire broke out in the camp, killing many people all at once. "Doctor Yang sighed.

"This is too miserable, why don't you build some houses for them to live in?" The high school girl couldn't help but said again.

"It's not necessary." Dr. Yang shook his head. "The biggest problem in the refugee camps is lack of food, not accommodation."

The high school girl shut her mouth and said that the food is also lacking in Daxia, and Jinglong is even more lacking. She is just pure and not really stupid.

Half an hour later, the refugee camp finally arrived. Before everyone got out of the car, they first smelled a stench.

Xiang Xin covered her nose and complained, "Isn't there a toilet here, why is it so smelly?"

To be honest, she was a little reluctant.

Fortunately, Dr. Yang was well prepared and took out a few masks and distributed them to everyone.

"Hurry up and bring it, just wait until you get used to it."

"Are you used to smelling stinky?" Xiang Xin secretly complained.

After getting off the bus, the refugee camp was as Dr. Yang said. Not only were the living conditions extremely poor, but even the refugees were skinny and looked a little scary.

After moving into the dormitory and putting away the luggage, several people in the car were quickly assigned to different positions.

Dr. Yang naturally went to the free clinic. The high school girl was assigned to take care of the orphan. Xiang Xin was unlucky and was assigned to the cafeteria. It is said that the life inside is the hardest and most tiring.

But when it comes, let it be.

Xiang Xin quickly entered the working state. It was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and lunch was being prepared in the cafeteria.

It's just that the cafeteria here is a little different from what Xiang Xin imagined. At least she didn't see any pots and pans. Some of them were just large stoves, three or four meters high.

"Master Bao, what are these stoves for?"

Master Bao is the chef in the cafeteria. He is not a volunteer, but is paid.

"Of course it's for cooking. Otherwise, there are 100,000 people in the entire refugee camp, relying on dozens of us, how can we get here?" Master Bao replied with a smile.

"Cooking? How?" Xiang Xin asked curiously.

Master Bao climbed to the top of the furnace, then opened the furnace door above, and introduced:

"See, put the ingredients and water from here, and after filling it, just steam it for 10 minutes, and the food will be ready."

"So convenient? How many people can this stove feed?"

"About 1000 people!"

"Master Bao, what do refugees usually eat?" Xiang Xin became interested.

Master Bao led Xiang Xin to the warehouse, "The raw materials are all here, we just need to mix them in proportion."

Xiang Xin stepped forward and glanced at it, "Yo ho", this is too stingy, it's not as good as pig food, not to mention bran, anyway, it can still be eaten.

But what the hell is this sawdust?

Master Bao saw through Xiang Xin's thoughts at a glance, and explained earnestly:

"Xiao Xiang, don't think it's too much. These are inconspicuous in our country, but for those refugees, they are life-saving food."

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