To be on the safe side, he took the girls to keep watch. He arranged for them to spread in six directions, occupying six corners of the regular hexagon centered on him. The distance between them was about three hundred meters. It not only ensured that they could see each other in the fog, but also had an additional safe distance. Quan Hao made a gesture, and the entire regular hexagon moved with his movement. In this way, he had six more pairs of eyes. When he found other figures in any direction, the girls could send a password in time. When he received the signal, he could deal with it in advance.

Even if he was prepared, Quan Hao still looked ashen when he saw the tragic situation in the camp. The shed he worked hard to build was demolished, the hammock was taken away, the rain cloth on the roof disappeared, and even the ropes that tied the brackets were cleaned. The wooden frames were scattered across the ground, some even broke, and were torn to pieces with the leaves on it. The cellar next to it was even more unbearable. Not only were the things inside moved out, but the rice, boxes of rice, other bits and pieces of food, leftover seasonings, daily necessities such as toilet paper were gone. The cellar itself was also destroyed, and the sand almost filled the original space. Except for a few protruding half branches, there was no trace of artificiality.

Quan Hao was not very sad about the supplies. He could not tolerate others' wantonly destroying his efforts. Perhaps in other people's eyes, his works were simple and ugly, but because he had paid, he cherished them very much. He checked the hut of the refugee camp that had not been completed yet, and it turned out to be an unfinished project. The wooden fence, which was only half completed, was abandoned there and before he could even get a ceiling. After a few days of wind and sun, the fresh and tender wood slowly turned yellow. It looked very bleak. The refugees moved to the Southern Peninsula, where the forest resources were abundant, so there was no need to move these semi-finished products back. Quan Hao listened

He said that the girls had been living here. He saw two wooden fences being pushed slightly tilted, and knew that at night they would huddle down to hide. He led them to pull out two complete wooden fences and leaned against them. Two simple sheds appeared. There was a spire above, and there were seven or eight square meters of space to move underneath. It was a quick way to build a simple home for the six girls. He also told them that this was temporary. As long as they followed him wholeheartedly and helped him do things, there would be more good houses to live in in the future, and they would also have clothes and food to eat. These were not dreams.

At this moment, the six girls had already believed Quan Hao's words and reached the point of obeying the rules. Since the gods said that there would be houses and clothes, it would naturally not be fake. They all looked forward to the days ahead and couldn't wait to expect that day to come early. The girls were even hurried to agree to Quan Hao's new instructions. It was such a great honor that a mere mortal could do things for the gods. No one could grab them! Only with the name, they had a sense of mission in their hearts, feeling that if they could not complete the task well, they would not deserve to use the name given by the gods.

Because of these outstanding eyes and ears, although Quan Hao has never been close to the new refugee camp, the news there has never been stopped.

Since Xianlin thought Quan Hao had left, his squeezing of refugees suddenly rose to a higher level. In terms of food, except for himself and the thugs he raised, others strictly implemented two meals a day. There was no more Quan Hao's period, except for two meals to feed people in the morning and evening, and he could also add meals by himself when he was hungry. At the same time, all the food was taken over by him, and no one else could keep it privately. Once it was discovered, it was at least a stick. The old man was confident that he had to deal with the mess left by Quan Hao. The food was not enough, so he could not waste it at will. Since ancient times, farmers have been feeding two meals. He lived at such an age and had never heard of any family in the village who dared to eat three meals a day. That was a waste of food and would be struck by lightning.

It sounds like it makes sense. Of course, it would be even better if the old man was not found gathered with a few thugs after saying this.

I don't know where the thunder he was talking about was.

Even these two meals were gone without the glamour of the past. The girls heard the women who came to fish more than once complaining that the meals were getting thinner day by day. The original white rice has now become serious porridge. There is also a kind of wild bean growing on the island, which looks yellow and tastes bitter.

Even so, two meals a day are not something you can eat casually. Xianlin arranged heavy labor for everyone. Only those who completed the work gave them food. Women either fished or collected every day, or dried the harvested things. According to Xianlin, they had to store as much food as possible to cope with the current crisis. Because they moved to the camp and fished at the beach, it took a long distance to catch fish. But the old man set the time to die and set the amount of fishing for everyone. If they could not complete the task, they would give them less food. If they could not even reach half of the requirements, they would simply have no food to eat. This regulation also applies to collecting fruits in the mountains and forests.

The fish in the sea have been caught for so many days, and they are more vigilant. If they are not foolishly shot, they don’t know how stupid they are. No matter how many fruit trees there are in the mountains, they will not bear fruit all year round. At the same time, there are only a few types of fruits. If they pick too much, the ripe fruits in the nearby area will inevitably become rare. Others are either too high or still green. Sometimes they have to pick some wild bean seeds. This thing is collected in the idle forest, but they will eventually return to their own rice cookers.

At this time, a girl will take the opportunity to mention the past days. It can be seen that women resonate with each other. If everyone treats this equally, they can still bear it. But Xianlin obviously treats it differently. Although the food of a few boys is not as good as before, it is much better than them. And the men who are the main laborers not only do not lose any less, but may have increased.

Xianlin's approach is to treat men as basic plaques and hold them tightly in his hands. He wins over boys who are underage. In this way, the weak women are like girls and can only let them squeeze them. Everything is afraid of comparison. Women's food has changed from rice to porridge. Judging from the amount, everyone knows what's going on. It's strange that these people can balance their minds.

But even if everything is afraid of comparison, this move highlights the status of men. Compared to Quanhao's period, who was even more depressed and ranked behind women and children, they were very proud. Xianlin was also concerned about them, which made this group have the best impression of the old man.

In front of the girl, no woman dared to complain. Her fear of Xianlin was heavily pressed on their hearts. The old man not only gathered the red-haired man and a few unemployed men to act as minions, but also encouraged to inform him. If someone had a voice of dissatisfaction with him, the person who heard him would receive a reward. And those who dared to express complaints would certainly be punished by various punishments.
Chapter completed!