Another common point among these people is that no matter men, women, young and old, there is nothing but the ragged clothes on their bodies. Quan Hao received the last batch of canoes at around 4 pm. After sending the five men ashore, the sea became empty again. He was worried and lit a bonfire on the shore. In this way, if there was a boat coming in the evening, he could see the light on the island. It was cooking and lighting, and the fuel he prepared was not enough to make a fortune. He had to tear a canoe before collecting all the firewood for dinner.

Because there are only two pots at a time, the meals for forty people cannot be cooked at all. Dinner still has to take turns. Quan Hao basically arranges meals in the order of meals before and after the refugees go to the island. First, there are children, then women and the elderly, and finally men. They not only take care of the hunger level of the people, but also appropriately protect vulnerable groups. If there is no accident, the arrangement will be continued during the meal in the future.

There were more people coming to the island, especially after more men in the middle of the ages, the children who had just learned some rules were regained their fear and cautiousness. They couldn't blame them. When the dinner bags were distributed, some people wanted to snatch them because of their height. Quan Hao was merciless about this. They all swung their spear as sticks and used gestures to threaten to make trouble and have no food to eat. Only then did the incident calm down.

There were only two children who were eating in the first batch of children who were not affected. The little girl trusted Quan Hao very much and didn't go anywhere after receiving the food. She knelt at his feet and ate with big mouthfuls. The other one was girl B, who was weak and had no strength to run away. The two weakest girls were under Quan Hao's nose, but no one dared to harass her. So other children learned their lessons and slid back to Quan Hao with food. They would never leave until they finished eating.

Not only them, except for a few people who have enough confidence in themselves, they also know that Quan Hao is the safest place around him. They eat food when they are given. In addition to rice, they are certainly not without seafood. The two are half-to-half. For refugees, it is already extremely rich. This is the result of Quan Hao's worry that seafood is difficult to digest and deliberately restrict it. Whether it is shrimp, crabs and shellfish that can be picked up on the shore may cause stomachache if you eat too much, otherwise he would rather remove all the rice than seafood. However, the fish in the sea do not have such problems, so there is no need to worry about how much you eat. Therefore, it is necessary to arrange for refugees to catch fish as soon as possible. No matter how rich seafood is, it is a product of this world, and rice has to be returned to the earth to consume soft sister coins to buy it. There is no doubt which type of consumption is more in line with Quan Hao's interests.

Now the seafood that is being cooked is not only picked up by boys, but women have also contributed a lot. Adults are stronger tolerant than minors, so although they are weak when they arrive on the shore, women are generally better in spirit than children. After dinner, Quan Hao also sent them to the beach. At the same time, he warned them: he doesn't mind leaving a part of the seafood they picked, but one must be cooked before eating, and the other must not eat too much or too full. He also showed them the example of the little boy.

Zi. At that time, the little boy was rolling on the ground with his stomach covering his stomach, but his stomach was still broken. The intense pain twisted his face into a ball, but his half-hoarse voice could only thrust and hum. Seeing Quan Hao trembling and stretching out his hand, his eyes showed a look of prayer. Quan Hao just sighed. The little boy was helpless. He had no time to put his extra pity on a person who was bound to die. He hardened his heart and kicked him out so that he would not be so painful before his death.

The little boy's miserable and terrible death played a great warning role, and made him the only one who died of overeating. But even so, the snatch among the refugees was still very serious. Most of the seafood picked up by women and children were handed over to the public. It was not that they were too selfless, but that they could not be saved even if they were left. It was also the same reason that Quan Hao had to stand guard for waves of diners after wave, but in fact he was still hungry. But he really couldn't get through the psychological barrier when he let him eat in the same pot with these people. The refugees were too dirty. Seeing them grabbing rice with chicken feet, they didn't care about the black finger marks on the white rice balls, and they still had to lick their fingers with unsatisfactory licking them. Quan Hao was full of appetite. He just chewed chocolate and drank the small amount of tea left in the kettle.

By the time the last group of adult men had supper, it was already dark. The refugees who had enough food and drink were lying on the beach to rest. They had reason to be glad. They had wandered desperately on the sea for many days, and they only had two things to do except sea water, either staying on the boat and waiting for death, or jumping into the sea to seek death. No one could bear the torment of living in hell. However, it seemed that there was really a will of heaven, and they actually drifted to an island. There were people on the island who brought food and water. As long as they could live, what else could they be dissatisfied? Eat and drink enough and relaxed, and snoring sounds were everywhere on the beach for a while.

Quan Hao couldn't help feeling sleepy. He got up too early in the morning. But he couldn't sleep. He was busy serving him all day, and there were still many things waiting for him to do. He couldn't help but look at the crowd with a little angrily: Today is the first day, and you can do it tomorrow morning. As long as you can stand up, you will work for me. I'm not a raising uncle.

He quietly left the refugee camp, ran to the place where the ship was hiding under the starlight, and drove a small boat to head towards the time and space gate. At night, the time and space gate were full of light, but the refugees would definitely not see it. Otherwise, one or two would be easy to understand, and forty people would not be indifferent to this mysterious aperture.

When he got home, Quan Hao hurriedly ate fried rice, and then started to sleep after taking a shower. He had established contact with the refugees. He didn't know the character of these people, so he didn't dare to rest on the island steadily. When he woke up, the lights were on, and he looked at the watch until 7:30 pm. During this period, the supermarket was still open, so he hurried to buy 100 kilograms of rice and bought a large cooking pot to move it home. He quietly sent it to the island while the night was dark. He packed the 100 kilograms of rice in several idle storage boxes, folded the original bag and took it back, ready to take it back and destroyed. There were many others on the island, so those words that might reveal their identity should be taken with great care. In addition, the items that were too shocking should be minimized, and those that had to be taken must be kept safe.

After the preparation, Quanhao was still uneasy. It took forty people a few days to eat a hundred kilograms of rice. It was still early before dawn, so while the refugees were still unable to get up, they had to run away again before the fog. Otherwise, it would be even more difficult to avoid them when their bodies recovered.
Chapter completed!