Chapter 33 (1/2)

Killing people is not killing chickens or zombies. The death of a stone dragon is enough to deter everyone in the Yang family collection. Lu Ziming's goal is achieved. Then he begins to give mercy to Zhu and make a wish for them, and set up a clear image of Lu Ziming's reward and punishment.

”You can do two things now. First, I need someone to clean up Yang Jiaji's zombies. As long as someone can kill ten zombies, they can join the army; second, I need several people to help investigate the details of Yang Jiaji, how many survivors there are, what skills these people have, and what resources Yang Jiaji has, such as food, cement, wood, etc.”

As soon as Lu Ziming finished speaking, two humanitarians ran out of the crowd: ”Sir, I'm familiar with Yang Jiaji. I can investigate!”

”Hmm!” Lu Ziming nodded, pointing to the rest of the humanity: ”you go and kill the zombies. Who killed ten zombies, cut off the heads of the zombies and come to me, and I will wait for you in the granary.”.

The little gangsters left in the crowd are remorseful. Why didn't they hurry up when they hesitated to do something just now? Let them take the lead.

You know, investigating Yang Jiaji is much easier than killing zombies. These little gangsters are born and raised in Yang Jiaji. They can recite every plant and tree here with their eyes closed. Moreover, this is a good opportunity to curry favor with Lu Ziming. It can be said that they can ascend to the sky step by step, which makes people jealous.

”What are your names?”

”My name is Cui Dong.”

”My name is Zhong Feng.”

”OK! Wait here,” Lu Ziming turned to the door of the grain depot and said to the humanitarian inside, ”now open the door.”.

The people in the granary saw Lu Ziming's thunder means and heard that Lu Ziming was from the army. Naturally, they didn't dare to resist. The iron gate was pushed open by ”Zhiya”.

Lu Ziming did not enter the grain depot, but stood at the door, looking round the road: ”who has the final say now?”

The people in the granary looked at Shi Zhu, who had gone crazy, and looked at each other. After pushing and shoving for a moment, a middle-aged man in his forties came out, hesitated and said, ”Sir, what can I do for you?”

”What's your name? What did you do in the grain depot before?”

”My name is Bao Chengming. I used to be a small section chief in the grain depot.”

”From now on, you are in charge of the granary. Before I come back, I want to know how much food there is in the granary. Do you understand?”

Bao Chengming opened his mouth and complained. As Shi Long said, all the grain in the granary was cast and sold out. Bao Chengming didn't know whether Lu Ziming would cut himself. After all, there was so much less food. Even a civilized society would go to jail. He gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: ”Sir, the grain in the granary has been embezzled by casting. Now there are less than 10 tons of rice, 5 tons of wheat and some beans left...”.

Lu Ziming thought about it and quickly calculated: ”there are still 10 tons of rice and 5 tons of wheat. If the base needs to collect 500 survivors a month according to Murong bopeng's requirements for the base, the base needs to consume 500 kilograms of grain every day. The grain in the grain depot can last for up to two months, which is too little.”.

It will be the end of August soon. The north will enter winter at the end of September and early October. At that time, there will be no food death in ice and snow. It will really eat people. Of course, Lu Ziming can ask Murong bopeng for help, but when he thinks that the virus has just erupted, the whole world is in chaos, traffic jams and railway interruptions. Even if he wants to save, he can't return to heaven. In the final analysis, the rescue still depends on himself.

”That's all?” Lu Ziming said coldly.

Bao Chengming's face was pale. He had already greeted the women of Shi Zhu's family in his heart. Now Shi Zhu was crazy. He had nothing to do with the grain depot. He thought he would take Shi Zhu's blame. He was unwilling to say, ”Sir, I know that Shi Zhu has a friend who does grain and oil business in Fangcheng. They often have business contacts. There may be a lot of food there.”.

”I!” the news is good. Lu Ziming doesn't care who Tamar's food is. As long as he grabs it, it's his own. ”I'll talk about it when I come back. Think about it. There's still food there. As long as it's food, all the food will be brought back.”.

”This is an army or a bandit! My life is so hard! How could I be unlucky to meet these people?” Bao Chengming was speechless. He knew that the order would not exist now. If Lu Ziming hadn't had a gun in his hand and the gold lettered signboard of the army, I'm afraid he would have been robbed by others.

”Do you two know how to get to lijiagang No. 1?” Lu Ziming asked Zhong Feng and Cui Dongdao.

”Yes, everyone in the Yang family collection doesn't know Li Jiagang No. 1, sir! You see the road ahead, turn left and walk another 500 meters. I'm familiar with it and I can take you.” it seems that Zhong Feng is almost 20 years old. When talking to Lu Ziming, he uses a honorific title and lowers his waist to show his respect.

”You two get busy with your own business. I live in the granary at night. You can come to me whenever you have anything.”

Lu Ziming was not ready to go to lijiagang No. 1. He and Yan Hangguang went back to find he Jianbiao and drove over. ”Boss, are you really going to take all those little gangsters into the army?”

”What do you think?”

Yan Hangguang frowned and said, ”I don't think it's like these people have enough food and clothing in peacetime. Coupled with the impact of the environment, their evil thoughts have been buried under the constraints of law and morality. There is no good thoughts. Now the order is so poor. Allowing them to join the army and fight will only increase the number of disaster survivors. Boss, these people can't want them.”

”You're right. These people can't want or stay!”