Su Hao didn't say anything.

Although he has not lived in a civilized era full of order, he has read many film and television and literary works about this period in computer materials. How to say it! Many people are busy to reflect their own value. Salary, treatment, houses, and especially the last type of reinforced concrete structure manufacturing, which is the best embodiment of value and ability in this era. Sometimes when you think about it, you will feel ridiculous—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Looking at the middle-aged man squatting next to him, Su Hao's eyes were a little complicated.

"What's your name?"

He didn't know the other party's name yet.

"My surname is Chen, Chen Kun."

The voice of middle-aged people is very dull.

"I remember you said, you have a son. Well... how old is it?"

Su Hao tried to find the right topic.

"At the age of thirteen, I live in Guangzhou with my wife."

Chen Kun cleared his throat and looked away unnaturally, but Su Hao still saw the dimness and pain in his eyes: "To be precise, it should be his ex-wife...we are divorced."

"Tell me about your son!"

Su Hao grabbed the rag and wiped his hands, took out cigarettes from his pocket, took out two and handed them over: "How is he?"

Chen Kun was silent for a while, and a nostalgic smile appeared on his face: "He looks like me, and he goes to a key middle school there, and has good grades."

"You must be proud of him."

"He would come back to see me every summer vacation. Speaking of divorce... she is a good woman. If I hadn't drunk so much wine or hadn't had so many social engagements before, things wouldn't be as out of control as it was later. She gave me the last chance - five years, if I could become the way I first met her, I would reunite. Now..."

He crushed the cigarette between his fingers hard, sucked his nose hard, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hands.

Su Hao looked at him with pity and said calmly and sincerely: "At least, you are still alive."

"I don't know how long I can last..."

Chen Kun shook his head blankly: "Many people are dead, and most of them are monsters. Compared to the fact that living is a bit abnormal. Maybe, I should learn from the woman who jumped off the cliff and find a comfortable way to die."

Su Hao did not persuade or get angry. He thought about Chen Kun's words, unwilling to agree with the other party's statement, but he could not find any reason to refute. The two of them sat silently until a few women who were helping the kitchen walked out of the temporary shed, waved hard at the construction site, and signaled the busy people to come and have a meal.

"Maybe one day, you will find that your mind is wrong."

He stood up and said calmly: "The dead know nothing. Only by living can you see the future. Maybe you can still see your son."

Chen Kun's body trembled slightly, his eyes were still confused, but there was something else.

"As for now, we have to have a meal first and then have the energy to talk about something else."

Su Hao smiled and stretched out his right hand.

..

The canteen is a shed made of wood and tarp. The earthen stove built with stones burns firewood, the rice is piled up in the steamer, and the rice soup in the pot is also very thick. Another pot contains sliced ​​marinated meat, neatly tidy, emitting a tempting aroma.

The table made of thick wood is very simple but strong. The two basins are filled with freshly fried celery, and the tender green leaves are mixed with red peppers, which makes them look very appetizing. The plants grow lushly in the hot season, with many wild vegetables on the depressions and mountains, and there are even many delicious mushrooms in the pine forest after the rain. What people need to do is pick them up, wash them, and stir-fry them.

Su Hao was in charge of the spoon. He first filled a large lunch box, then put a thick stack of marinated meat and stir-frying dishes. A woman next to him who was helping with the cooking quickly took it over and trotted to Tao Yuan, who was standing on the brick stack in the distance, was responsible for the warning.

The amount of food was enough for everyone to eat, and no one opposed Su Hao or Tao Yuan's move to take the meal—they worked more than anyone else and worked much more than others. Although there was a little bit of affection, it seemed fair on the surface. After all, except for the core members of the team, no one knew the specific effect of silver bones in the zombies, nor did they strengthen the concept of human beings.

People lined up, holding their own bowls and chopsticks, and walked to the wooden table one by one to wait for the meal to be assigned. There was no need to talk too much, they all knew the rules. The atmosphere was not as warm as they thought.

A middle-aged man wearing a shirt and elegant temperament walked to the table in sequence and handed the lunch box with a smile. Behind him were five or six men and women of similar age. They seemed to be familiar with each other and were chatting and laughing, which was in sharp contrast with the slightly dull crowd around them.

Su Hao put down the iron spoon serving rice in his hand, glanced at the man standing in front of him, raised his left hand, pointed at the other person in sequence with his fingers, and said slowly: "You, you, you, and you, and you, get out of here."

He didn't finish his words, but the implicit meaning was very obvious. As long as his head was not gnawed by a zombie, he could understand it.

The middle-aged man holding an empty lunch box had a slightly stiff face. This change was like a virus and immediately infected the others behind him who were pointed at by Su Hao. They stayed for a few seconds and immediately erupted like a volcano.

"Why don't you give us food?"

"Why is this?"

"You didn't make this meal, we all have a share."

These people looked angry and surrounded them, shouting angrily across the table.

Su Hao covered the steamer with a pot lid to block the saliva that was splashing from his mouth. He looked at these people and said calmly: "I am very particular about democracy and principles. I want to ask a few questions---the working hours every morning are from 8:00 to 12:00. Where are you at that time? Where are you when the goods on the truck need to be unloaded? Where are you when pouring concrete on the foundation?"

The shouting gradually became low, and the people surrounding the table were still angry, but they did not continue to shout like they had just now, and no one answered the questions raised by Su Hao. The other team members behind the team were impatient, so they inserted into the front, asking Su Hao to continue to distribute the food, while whispering to each other.

"They have been staying in the tent and have not woken up until after ten o'clock."

"They have hardly done anything these days, either gathering together to play cards or chat. They didn't help cooking, nor did they participate in labor. Lao Zhang went over to remind them this morning, and was ridiculed by the guy in charge, saying something like "dog sex and slave sex are born."

"This kind of person deserves no food to eat. Even if he is not bitten to death by zombies, he will still be starved to death."

The volume from around them gradually became louder, and people who were eating or making meals obviously did not have the awareness of speaking in a low voice. They either squat or sit, if they were not standing besides, raising their heads to eat, pricking up their ears to listen to other people's discussions, and joining in from time to time to express a few personal opinions. The core content is nothing more than "you can get something for your efforts" and "you can't get it without work". They looked at the people standing in front of the wooden table with interest, their eyes full of sarcasm, indifference, ridicule, and contempt.

Soon, the team at the wooden table had reached the end. Su Hao filled the last person's lunch box, gave enough marinated meat and vegetables as usual, carried the steamer to the side, picked up his own portion of rice, walked to a stone to sit down, and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front while eating.

His eyes were filled with anger and resentment, and his empty lunch box was pinched tightly, emitting top-down majesty.

That's right, it is indeed majestic, unique to officials, and it is also the most basic momentum of superiors towards subordinates.

Su Hao directly ignored the other party's threatening gaze. He did not know his plain and natural actions, which seemed to be naked contempt in the middle-aged man.

The scene was embarrassing——the steamer and vegetable pot on the wooden table had been taken away, and people were eating, and no one expressed any objection to this, except for the five other companions gathered next to them.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he stared at Su Hao with resentment. His anger and humiliation turned his eyes almost into a substantial knife, cutting off every piece of flesh from the young man's body.

After nearly three minutes of stalemate, he finally failed to make any move. He just quickly glanced at the people around the shed, held the empty lunch box tightly, and walked towards the tent in the distance with heavy steps full of anger.

The other five men and women were a little hesitant, and several of them had obvious anxiety on their faces, but they were still following him.

People who were eating in the shed did not say anything about it. When everything became cold and completely fell into silence, I don’t know who laughed first. Soon, more people laughed and quickly turned into laughter for everyone.

Su Hao was also laughing. He picked up a piece of fat cured meat with chopsticks and chewed it very vigorously.

He has many ways to deal with this matter—corporal punishment, reprimand, and even kill all the people led by the middle-aged man... No matter what method, no one will object.

In the future, these rough and barbaric methods are very effective. People who are threatened by hunger and death at any time need strong and cruel leaders. However, now, such methods are likely to arouse the disgust of other team members. The reason is very simple——The Dark Age has just arrived. They have experienced the outbreak of viruses and have witnessed the cruelty and madness of zombies with their own eyes, but their thinking logic is still stuck in the era of civilization. Food, laziness, these things are not enough to kill, but at best they are flaws caused by their personalities and identities. Wealth, status, official rank. Many people keep a constant concept of these useless things in their minds. But no matter what, the tolerance of civilians to the superiors only exists in peacetime. In a chaotic and disorderly world, only strength is the basis for decisions and domination.

In the future, there is a saying among the civilians in the wilderness: "The meat of officials is delicious."

Because they are very fat.

Among the core members, Su Hao is the unquestionable team leader.

However, his identity is not accepted by other newly added members.

Most of the people rescued from the bath center are wealthy and have enviable property, identity, and status. They are subconsciously self-centered. They know the relationship between zombies and viruses, but they cannot eliminate the arrogance in their bones in a short period of time. Blind suppression of power will only make them feel disgusted. Instead of being in harmony with their appearance, it is better to open the contradictions and gain recognition in the most fair way and thus gain support.

Su Hao and all core members are reinforcements, and they are not afraid of these people resisting. Without the approval of other core members, newcomers will not get weapons such as firearms. If there is indeed a large-scale group rebellion, even Li Xiaomei, the weakest among the core members, can kill them all.

In order to eliminate potential threats, no one outside the core members received Su Hao's blood, let alone taking silver bones for strengthening.

Su Hao needs enough manpower to complete the construction of the outdoor camp before winter comes. Therefore, he will not kill people easily. He also believes that these people will not leave rashly because of some small things after seeing the terrifying doomsday landscape with their own eyes.

After all, there is food, a place to live, and someone is responsible for the protection.

What needs to be paid is just general labor.

Team cohesion can only be generated by time and life. Su Hao cannot guarantee that every new member can truly support himself, but as long as the initial construction of the field camp is completed, they will at least have enough sense of identity.

Fair rewards and punishments are the foundation for maintaining the team.

But Su Hao did not notice that when the middle-aged man stood in front of the wooden table, his eyes were unconsciously scanning the pistol he was carrying around his waist.

..

"Ba————”

The two chopsticks were broken from the middle, and with wooden thorns that had cracked from the broken point, they were thrown to the ground, stepped on one foot heavily, and trampled back and forth.

Li Yongxiang sat on the marching bed with a gloomy expression, staring at the chopsticks under his feet motionlessly. The empty lunch box was thrown on the ground next to him. Because he was pinched too hard, cracks had appeared on the smooth box body.

He doesn't like his current life at all.

Cement, mortar, stone, steel bars...Damn it! These things should be the patents of migrant workers, so why should they be assigned to me? Of course, wearing a safety helmet, shoveling soil on the camera a few times, and making a show. In the past, I did a lot of such things myself. But the problem is that now I can't even receive the mobile phone signal, which TV station will send reporters here to do exclusive interviews for me?

As an official at the deputy department level, Li Yongxiang has arrogance and majesty that ordinary people cannot understand. He did not think there was anything wrong with this. He worked hard for decades, paid hardships that ordinary people could not imagine, and gave up many things, including dignity, to truly climb to his current position.

He also wants to climb higher. This is not a fantasy or fantasy - he is negotiating with a multinational company on investment issues. If it is truly implemented, this achievement will be enough to improve him one level.

The virus broke out very badly. If it weren't for the other company representatives staying in the bath center the night before, Li Yongxiang wouldn't have gone to that kind of place at that time. The result made him smile bitterly: the representative of the noble status turned into a zombie, and he was also held hostage by a group of thugs, locked in a dark room, and almost eaten by them.

Very angry and helpless.

Li Yongxiang once thought that Su Hao was a rescue worker sent by the military or the police, but it disappointed him. He left the city and came along the wilderness, and saw shocking terrifying scenes. The piles of corpses made him unforgettable, and the zombies looking for food made him tremble in fear. However, two completely different voices appeared in his mind.

Reason said: "The world has changed. Give up unrealistic ideas and live honestly."

Fantasy says: "All this is fake, the eyes are cheating on you."

The former has countless vivid examples as proof.

The latter is as wonderful as a mirage and irresponsible. However, the share of thinking it occupied in Li Yongxiang's mind became larger and larger, until it completely expelled reason.

He had no choice but to do so.

Believing in the former means that he must give up many things: identity, official rank, property, and interests... He almost struggled for a lifetime to get these things. He suddenly fell from the high clouds and returned to his identity as an ordinary person... This kind of thing is simply the most terrifying nightmare.

He would rather be bitten to death by a zombie than believe that it is true.

Because of this strange and stubborn thinking, he was unwilling to obey Su Hao's instructions and change his identities into a construction worker in a field camp.

"What should we do? Or... we will help with the work in the afternoon? As long as we do it, he should give us the food for the evening."

The woman next to her was a little timid and her voice was very small. She looked at Li Yongxiang nervously, but she didn't know that the other party had classified herself as a fence-bearer and was ready to abandon her at any time.

This woman is very fat, weighing at least more than 100 kilograms. If she hadn't seen her young enough, Li Yongxiang would not have had a close relationship with her beyond friendship.

There are three other members of this small circle, one more man and one woman. Li Yongxiang didn't know if the reason they refused to work was the same as that of him, but so far, they were the only ones to win over.

"I'm leaving here."
Chapter completed!