Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 277
In the bitter cold wind, many armed jeeps and transport trucks are advancing on the road.

On the head of the tall city wall of Fuyuan City, the soldiers of the guard army clustered together next to the fuel drums burning wood at the head of the city, their eyes widened curiously when they saw the convoy in the distance.

In the severe winter, the roads have been covered with a thick layer of ice, even if these vehicles are equipped with snow shovel heads and snow chains are installed on the tires.

However, under such extreme weather conditions, so many vehicles were mobilized to Fuyuan City. Is this a large force fleeing or some large-scale operation?
But under the curious gaze of the guards on the city wall, the huge convoy did not come under the city gate, but chose to go to the open-air parking lot in the shack area.

Seeing this scene, the guard soldiers looked at each other while standing beside the burning petrol drum, smiled helplessly and shook their heads.

Every winter, there will always be homeless strongholds or homeless teams who can't hold on and choose to escape directly from their strongholds.

They may find a place to stay in the shack area, but whether they can survive this winter and the complicated human nature in the shack area depends on their own luck.

Just as these vehicles parked in the open-air parking lot full of many vehicles in the shack area, many men who were curled up beside the open-air parking lot came forward one after another.

"Brother, do you want a woman? The price here is not expensive, and the girls are all satisfied with you."

"Brother, do you need food here? I still have a batch of low-priced food here,"

"Are you a homeless team? Do you need a place to stay? I have two prefabricated houses and five metal houses on hand, and the price is very cheap."

Just facing these men wrapped in tattered clothes, the homeless people who got off the car raised their hands to signal them to back off.

At the same time, a wooden pole with many loudspeakers was raised on a simply modified transport truck.

After a simple adjustment, those loudspeakers began to transmit sound towards the shack area surrounded by wind and snow.

"Brothers and sisters in the shack area, are you still suffering from severe cold and hunger in your dilapidated wooden and iron houses?"

"Today, we wasteland rangers are here, and we want to treat everyone to a good meal."

"We will give everyone a bowl of meat porridge, yes, you heard it right, it is meat porridge."

"Everyone can get a bowl of meat porridge as long as they are willing to come to us."

When the many loudspeakers on the wooden pole sounded, in the dilapidated iron and wooden houses in the shack area, many emaciated and shivering people soon poked their heads out curiously.

In the cold wind like howling ghosts and wolves, they seemed to hear that someone in the distance was willing to provide everyone with a bowl of meat porridge at the open-air parking lot.

Soon, someone walked out of the room wrapped in his tattered padded jacket, and staggered towards the open-air parking lot with the mentality of trying it out.

In the open-air parking lot at this moment, many homeless people moved the used gasoline barrels from the transport trucks one by one, and at the same time threw the wood prepared in advance into the used gasoline barrels.

When groups of scorching flames rose from the waste gasoline barrel, they directly set a large pot on the waste gasoline barrel.

At the same time, other homeless people threw the rice and dried meat that had been prepared in advance into the cauldron.

Finally, pour a large bucket of water into the big pot, close the lid and wait for the pot of porridge to be cooked.

When those shack residents wrapped in old cotton jackets staggered to the open-air parking lot, they could hardly believe their eyes.

There were actually people cooking meat porridge in the open-air parking lot. Even though their noses were so cold that they almost lost consciousness, they could smell the aroma of meat porridge from the icy cold wind.

Seeing people from shacks coming here one after another, the homeless people began to signal them to line up and wait for the porridge to be cooked.

As the porridge in the pot gradually boiled, the aroma of the meat porridge in the cold wind gradually became more intense.

Every shack area resident lined up under the sign of the homeless was looking at the steaming cauldron and swallowing at the moment.

If it weren't for the homeless people keeping order, I'm afraid they would rush up to scoop up the hot porridge from the pot with their hands and put it in their mouths.

After waiting for a short time or a long time, those homeless people finally indicated to the homeless people in charge of maintaining order that the porridge was ready.

Seeing this, the vagabonds responsible for maintaining order began to signal to the residents of the shack area who had lined up to take the simple wooden bowls one by one, and then went forward to cook.

Bowls of steaming and fragrant meat porridge were poured into wooden bowls. Many residents of the shack area tried to take a big sip, but burned themselves until they grinned.

Some people were holding the bowl of meat porridge, even if they swallowed, they didn't dare to take a sip. They avoided the crowds that kept coming towards the open-air parking lot, and began to walk quickly towards the depths of the shack.

Seeing that someone really received the meat porridge from the open-air parking lot, it was still freshly baked and steaming hot, more and more people in the entire shack area went towards the open-air parking lot.

Soon, countless residents of the shack area gathered outside the entire open-air parking lot waiting to receive their porridge.

Because there were too many residents in the shack area where they gathered, these homeless people soon announced that they had to bring their own bowls in order to receive a spoonful of meat porridge.

Just after countless residents of the shack area went home to get their bowls and rushed back quickly, the meat porridge in those big pots was quickly finished.

Just when countless people showed disappointing expressions, the big pots were refilled with rice, shredded pork and water, and the meat porridge was boiled again soon.

Looking at the cauldrons filled with rice, shredded pork and water, the panic-stricken crowd quickly calmed down, and smiles appeared on the faces of every waiting shantytown resident.

And seeing the smiles on the faces of the people in the shack, the homeless people also smiled.

However, there were also homeless people who asked the homeless man in charge worriedly: "Captain, there are so many people...do we have enough food?"

The wanderer captain looked at the long queue in the distance, then smiled and shook his head at the wanderer.

But before the vagabond could say anything, the vagabond captain said softly: "For these people in the shanty town, our food will never be enough."

As he spoke, he turned his head towards the majestic Fuyuan City in the distance: "It's just that some people have food, and their food is enough for everyone to survive a winter of food and clothing."

(End of this chapter)