There is no power generation equipnt in the small town, so it’s difficult for surviving won to take a hot shower. Especially in winter, not bathing or changing clothes for three or four months makes people sll foul.
It’s currently sumr, but power and water supply remain difficult. Although so survivalists manage to set up so solar panels, the power is generally too small to be useful.
The regression of industry has caused many normal lifestyles to disappear.
At this mont, being able to sit in an electric Pika with air conditioning blowing feels incredibly comfortable. The accompanying ard personnel even took ice cream out of the fridge—made themselves with milk powder and ice cream powder.
Although the taste isn’t particularly good, having sothing to eat is better than nothing.
All the won were quickly sent back to the camp in Avoni Town, where they could bathe, change clothes, receive dical treatnt, have their records established, housing arranged, and their residence confird.
They soon discovered that compared to Bantu Town, the ’Holy Light’ team’s camp was like an Eden, full of vitality.
The most intuitive feeling was that there were many people.
In the post-apocalyptic world, having a large population implies rules, ans more resources, and offers more opportunities.
To unite a community, sufficient public services must be provided. First is safety, followed by ’clothing, food, housing, transportation, dical care, water, and electricity’.
All of these are available in the camp—the camp was expanded a while ago to include a primary school in the town. The school’s classrooms beca new dormitories for new mbers.
Due to the large population, the camp’s power supply was sowhat tight. Luckily, ’indigenous oil refining’ produced crude diesel, and the school’s power supply facility happened to have a diesel generator.
The town is small, and the primary school is naturally not large.
But the three-story reinforced concrete teaching building in the school appears particularly sturdy, and Zhou Qingfeng moved the camp’s command center there, which was certainly safer than a flammable wooden villa.
The newly joined surviving won were temporarily placed in several classrooms, each receiving a heavy box. Inside the box were personal daily necessities that were almost luxurious at the mont.
"You guys even provide tampons?" A woman found soft underwear, fragrant shampoo, and even costics and refined perfu.
"I haven’t used these essentials for almost a year now..." one woman murmured with slightly red-rimd eyes.
She found deodorant, a lady’s razor, and several pairs of stockings that symbolized a refined lifestyle before the apocalypse. Seeing these items, everyone sighed deeply, reminiscing about the lost days.
Jennifer ca in with a dicine box, intending to conduct physical exams for them. The hardships of post-apocalypse life, poor diet, and hygiene conditions made these won commonly suffer from gynecological diseases.
It wasn’t uncommon for people to ask where these daily necessities ca from. Although every abandoned town could find them, dedicating manpower and resources to collect these things now seems rather counterproductive?
Jennifer rely shrugged, "The fact that you’ve managed to hang in there and join us is actually a rare stroke of luck. Because our team made ample preparations before the disaster, stockpiling a large number of supplies."
Her tone then turned serious: "From now on, your job is to try your best to please the n you’ve chosen. It would be best if you could produce offspring for them soon. The n from ’Dongda’ care deeply about their descendants."
The won seed ntally prepared; they understood their advantages in the current environnt—relying on n is not disgraceful.
Jennifer continued with a sowhat teasing tone: "After so ti, you’ll need to undergo a minor surgery to remove the sweat glands under your arms and in your groin."
"Surgery? Remove?" Such words evoke unease and fear.
All the won displayed bewildernt, with soone cautiously asking: "What is the purpose of this surgery? Is it necessary?"
Jennifer smiled, "Because the n you will be serving next have sensitive olfactory senses. Trust , the surgery will greatly improve your body odor.
Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are or how much perfu and deodorant you use, the n who rule the camp will keep their distance from you."
So began to ponder, others remained confused, but sowhat at ease.
Stacy, considered the leader among these won, suddenly lowered her voice and tentatively asked, "Among the n who ca to capture us today, there was a leader nad Victor. He..."
Jennifer’s face instantly turned cold, her eyes sharply warning, "That’s my man, don’t even think about him, or I’ll tear your face apart.
You need to learn to behave and stop thinking about seducing more people; otherwise, I assure you you’ll end up dying very miserably."
Jennifer’s words drew a clear line, telling these newly joined won what they could do and what was absolutely off-limits.
Stacy seriously nodded in response: "Understood, we hate chaos and prefer rules. With rules, we can survive better."
All the won appeared tactful, as they knew—order and rules were in fact protecting the weak.
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After bustling for several hours, Jennifer ticulously conducted preliminary examinations for the newly arrived won, distributing dical supplies and basic hygiene products.
She thodically assigned several won as temporary managers, left behind a few walkie-talkies, and inford them of the thod and channel for ergency contact before leaving the temporary infirmary.
The won were left in the collective ’dormitory.’
Soon, a group of "basic laborers" walked in, silently carrying the cold tal parts for bunk beds, and began assembling the beds with clattering noises.
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