Wasteland, Havana, Revival No. 1 Middle School, canteen.

Praying before meals...

"Thanks to Victor Hugo, the commander of the Legion of the Legion of the Hugo, for giving us food to save us from famine and from disasters. We sincerely thank you for this and will offer all our loyalty to show obedience. Amen!"

The beautiful principal Jenny takes the lead in holding prayers before meals every day. All teachers and students must be respectful. Anyone who does not make trouble will be punished. At the least, they will be confined and expelled.

After the short prayer ended, the entire cafeteria suddenly became lively. Today is the weekly food day, and everyone is looking forward to what delicious food will be served.

Since Zhou Qingfeng has harvested a large amount of dehydrated waste food and aged grain, Havana's breeding industry has begun to expand wildly. Filling your stomach is no longer the demand of the "Aurora Legion". How to eat delicious food is your next goal.

However, it is still difficult for the Legion to make hundreds of thousands of people eat well, but it is still possible to let the school students eat more oil and water for dinner every week. However, there is still a bit of a complaint about the prayers before dinner.

"Why do we praise the commander of the Legion? We should thank God for this." Bebeni, who likes to complain, expressed dissatisfaction. "There is no religious freedom here at all, and this is a blasphemy to my faith."

"Baibeni, shut up. If God really exists, we will not suffer." Schultz held a knife and fork, his eyes fixed on the iron gate of the canteen. More than a thousand students in the canteen seemed to be sitting quietly, but they were already tight and ready.

John also scolded angrily: "Bebeni, if you can't eat the extra meal tonight, I will never let you go. This is a delicacy that only once a week, and my stomach has been waiting for a whole week."

Even the always calm little Harris whispered: "Babeni, you have hurt us several times. Last time you randomly wrote love letters to Principal Jenny, and the people in our group were punished to sweep the men's bathroom for a week. If you do it again this time, I will definitely press you into the bathroom to eat shit."

Four friends who came from Washington have lived in Havana for a month. This month has made them understand the minimum of many things, don’t provoke the authority of the Legion.

Just when the three friends stopped Bebeni from committing suicide, there were four students opposite their table. Eight people sat in the round table in the restaurant, and a large bowl of food will be served later. Eating more depends on everyone's speed.

However, there will be trainers watching the canteen. There is no order, and no movement is allowed. Anyone who dares to do anything will be sent to confinement. Moreover, there are one group and a system of continuation. So Harris and others are most worried about Bebeni's stinky mouth.

However, hearing the whispers of Harris and others, another group of four boys at the same table stared at Bebeni, one of them provocatively said: "Boy, keep talking. For your firm belief, go and talk to the instructor about prayers, and we all support you."

Bebeni opened his mouth, as if he was hesitating. John, who was short, was immediately anxious. He knew that his companion was just a habitual complaint, and it was not really going to provoke the faith policy that the Legion forced to implement. Such a big death thing would have serious consequences.

When Schultz saw that the situation was wrong, he hurriedly shouted: "We are loyal and patriotic Catholics. We think Victor Hugo is God. Yes, that's right, that's the reason. Whoever dares to deny this will be killed by us."

The four boys on the other side suddenly became imposing, but they didn't have the courage to talk nonsense about the big deal that was related to their lives. If they were grabbed by their little braids, it would be awful.

But at this time, Bebeni, who had been dazed, said weakly: "I actually want to say that today's extra meal should be braised pork. I have already smelled the drooling smell. In Chinese words, 'That oily, fragrant, and smooth taste is the love of life'."

Little Harris and others were immediately overjoyed, and they looked at the four boys opposite with a smile, "If you have a genitals, don't eat pork! If you have a genitals, you have a genitals, jump up and say that this goes against your faith! We are happy to see this."

There are too many people coming into Havana now, and opposite Harris are four children who believe in the Green Church. But facing the provocation of Harris and others, a child on the other side also whispered: "We are equal and fraternal Hebishop. We follow the teachings of Caliph Victor Hugo, and you can eat any meat."

coward…….

Fake believers...

coward…….

The two groups of boys put all the crimes they could think of on the other side, but they were disliked by the other side anyway. Until the iron door of the canteen opened, the masters in the kitchen walked out with big bowls of food.

Wow..., a noise broke out in the cafeteria, and the big bowl filled with food was as big as a washbasin, with hot braised pork just out of the pot.

Facing the food, the people at the table were all enemies, and everyone began to calculate the piece of meat that was the largest, the most fragrant, the fattest, and the most satisfying. Little Harris and others even sparked sparks with the pagans opposite.

"Well, let's thank Victor Hugo for the last time. It was him who allowed us to live a stable life in the end of suffering." Jenny stood up and gave her the final ideological education.

Little Harris and others quickly said this in the most sincere tone, even Bebeni was extremely attentive, because after saying this, it means that you can start eating!

"Wow..., this piece of meat is mine."

"Don't rob, be careful to overturn the bowl, no one can eat it."

"Oh..., it's so hot, so hot, so delicious."

At this time, more than a thousand children threw their faith out of the sky and ate it first. The whole scene was like wind blowing away the clouds, and they were quick and decisive. A basin of braised pork was about ten kilograms, and the soup was licked in less than three minutes, and everyone was not satisfied.

"Damn, these believers in Allah eat faster than we do."

"I think I can actually eat up all this basin by myself."

"Why just finished eating, but I feel like I have digested all the meat?"

The students in the cafeteria were still unsatisfied with food, while Zhou Qingfeng handled recent affairs about the Reformation in the office. Since the "Rectification Movement", the cohesion of the ruling class of the Legion has increased significantly, so he began to deal with civil issues.

Because Havana has diverse races, languages ​​and religions, many people hope that the Legion can allow the existence of multiculturalism. But Zhou Qingfeng vetoed this, "It's a big deal to integrate all of them, so that unity can be powerful!"

A leader, a group, a belief, a world.

The result was a lot of people protesting.

"Seven Judaism priests protested against the legion's blasphemy of God? These people were so full that they could serve hard labor."

"The residents of the Green Church want to hold a demonstration, hoping to respect their customs? Kill them all, etc... These are also laborers. The women go to the cat claw club, and the men go to raise pigs for me. If they can't raise them well, they will kill them."

"Buddhists..., Buddhists are also here to make trouble for me? Oh... I hope to hold a seminar on religious harmony according to law. That's how good!"
Chapter completed!