Doomsday Sanctuary

As the sun sets, a convoy appears at the gate of the asylum.

When the car slowly drove into the gate, all the people who saw the mountain-like food truck rushed around excitedly.

Many children even jumped and jumped around the food cart, as excited as the Chinese New Year, but after a while, thousands of people were focused at the gate, as long as they were okay, they all ran over.

And there are people rushing here one after another, all want to see this grand occasion.

Moving grains didn't take much effort at all. Those people who didn't need to be ordered rushed up, happily carrying rice bags and jogging all the way, as if fifty catties of grain were not heavy at all.

Even elderly people in their 50s and 60s, as well as teenagers, get started.

More than 20 vehicles, large and small, had all the food on board, and it didn't take half an hour to move all the food, and some people almost got into fights because they were robbed because they hadn't moved.

Fortunately, the management of the base has been formalized, and many staff members have been persuaded to stop the bloodshed.

Although these people were rushing to move the grain, none of them secretly moved the grain, or kept some of it by themselves. They were all dedicated and enthusiastic to move it to the warehouse.

This made Di Ping's eyes and joy in his heart. The base has been slowly operating according to his own intentions, and these people have already regarded the base as a home. Happy with stomach.

Di Ping hopes that the people in the base can be like now, not to be selfish, but to help each other and work together for the base.

Work together to create a home where everyone can live safely, instead of one-sided enjoyment and refusing to give even a little effort to the base.

He has also been telling himself not to ignore the lives of the people at the bottom, not to be endlessly oppressed, but to try to ensure the survival and dignity of these people.

Although some ordinary people are very good at small accounts, they will fight for petty profits, but they are cute, as long as you think about them more, give them the conditions for survival, and they will do it for you with a little bit of benefit. Sell ​​your heart and your life.

Such things abound in history. Countless people have dedicated everything, including their lives, for the ruling class, even if only for a little verbal promise. Although ignorant, it is very respectable.

"Santo, Santo, it's a big gain. Guess how much food is there?"

While Di Ping was thinking secretly, Han Zhongguo trot over with joy.

"Brother Han, I said you go slow, don't fall!"

Di Ping looked at Han Zhongguo, who was very excited about the trot, for fear that he would fall. He was in his forties and a fall would be enough.

"Haha! City Lord, I'm full of energy now, I feel better than when I was younger, I promise it's okay!"

Han Zhongguo laughed and said before he even heard Di Ping's words.

"Is all the grain in the warehouse? Are all the statistics finished?"

Di Ping looked at the piece of paper Han Zhongguo was holding and asked with a smile.

"Uh! Forget about business!"

When Han Zhongguo heard Di Ping's question, he immediately slapped his forehead with embarrassment, and immediately his face was full of ecstasy. He waved the paper in his hand excitedly and looked at Di Ping:

"It's all in the warehouse, and Minister Liu is still instructing me to come over to report, City Lord, this is a really good harvest. We have enough for the base now to eat for half a year!"

"Oh! How many are there?"

Di Ping raised his eyebrows. He hadn't ordered them before. At that time, he was just thinking about transporting the grain back, so he didn't dare to stop more, and he didn't pay attention to it at all, but he knew it to see if the difference was big.