Chapter 312 Collapse Fist Is Finally Completed at the First Level

As the sun went down, a convoy appeared at the gate of the shelter.

When the car lane slowly opened into the gate, all the people who saw the grain carts piled up like a mountain were excited to tell them.

Many children were even surrounding the grain cart, jumping and jumping excitedly as if it were a New Year's Eve, but after a while, thousands of people gathered at the gate, and as long as they had nothing in their hands, they all ran over.

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

This time, it is not difficult to carry the food at all, and these people who do not need to be ordered rushed up, happily carrying the rice bag and jogging all the way, as if 50 catties of food were not heavy at all.

Even elderly people in their 50s and 60s, as well as teenage children, got started.

More than 20 trucks, large and small, were loaded with food, and it took half an hour to move all of them. Some people were robbed because they didn't move enough, and so on.

Fortunately, the management of the base has been formalized and was persuaded by many staff members to prevent bloodshed.

Although these people were rushing to move the food, none of them secretly moved the food away, or kept some by themselves.

This made Di Ping see it in his eyes and feel happy in his heart. The base has been slowly operating according to his own intentions, and these people have regarded the base as a home. There is no cheating or cheating, all because they have food to eat. happy belly.

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

Work together to build a home where everyone can live safely, instead of one-sided enjoyment, not willing to put even a little effort into the base.

He has also been admonishing himself that he cannot ignore the lives of the people at the bottom, and he cannot be oppressed endlessly, but try his best to ensure the survival and dignity of these people.

Although some ordinary people are very good at calculating 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 give you a little benefit. Work hard.

History is full of such things. Countless people sacrificed everything, including their lives, for the ruling class, even for a little verbal promise, which is ignorant but honorable.

"City Lord, City Lord, what a big harvest, guess how much food there is?"

While Di Ping was thinking to himself, Han Zhongguo trotted over with a happy face.

"Brother Han, I told you to run slowly, don't fall!"

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

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

When Han Zhongguo heard Di Ping's words before he got to Di Ping, he laughed.

"Is the food in storage? Are all statistics finished?"

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

"Uh! I forgot about the business!"

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

"It's all in the warehouse. Minister Liu is still in command. Let me come over and report. City Lord, we have had a great harvest this time. We have harvested enough for the base to eat for half a year now!"

"Oh! How many?"

Di Ping raised his brows. He had never ordered it before. At that time, he just wanted to bring the food back, and he didn't dare to stop there. He didn't pay attention to it at all, but he knew how much difference it made.