The first floor of Base 3 is inhabited by ordinary people.

It is divided into two major areas: residential area and production area.

The population of the first-floor residential area is about 15,000.

It has the most people living there and the smallest living area.

At the same time, they also have to undertake the most basic and arduous production work.

Soilless cultivation of various crops, small-scale livestock breeding, fabric production, repair and transportation, etc. are the most basic tasks.

The second floor upstairs is responsible for some relatively easy tasks such as secondary processing and energy supply.

Above that is technology research and development, virus research and development, etc.

The people on the top two levels don't have to do anything.

People on the fourth floor only need to serve the people on the fifth floor and provide them with singing and dancing entertainment.

"The first floor is the lowest level of their base, there is nothing to see."

After the elevator opened, Ning Mo walked out with Han Qingxia.

This time was their dinner time.

Everyone goes to the cafeteria to get their meals.

They had a good dinner today, with each person having a steamed bun and a bowl of vegetable soup.

Everyone was happily holding the vegetable soup that had been rinsed with water for N times. There was not even any oil in it, only crumbs that could not be seen at the bottom of the soup.

"Can ordinary people in your K1 base eat this kind of food?" Ning Mo glanced at the vegetable soup held by the person walking in front of him and said condescendingly.

Han Qingxia took a deep breath: "No, it's not comparable at all."

Ning Mo looked like he knew it, "Our three Ark bases, among other things, are definitely a paradise for these untouchables."

Han Qingxia: "..."

They were talking.

Suddenly there was a clang in front of me.

Someone's vegetable soup was spilled.

"Where did you steal the meat?"

In the corridor of the residential building ahead, a strong man wearing a manager's uniform smelled the smell, picked up a little boy in front of him, and shook off the soup bowl in his hand.

I grabbed the little boy's thin clothes and took out a large bag of food from his waist.

With a crash, the food fell to the ground.

There are large golden chicken drumsticks, precious prawns, and cold ribs covered in white grease.

The frosty grease on the ribs made people's eyes turn green. They wanted to rush forward, throw the ribs into their hot soup, rinse them hard, and then lick the sides of the bowl to clean them.

What a good thing!

When the people around who were getting food saw this, they all stopped and looked directly at them.

"I didn't steal it! I picked it up!"

"Nonsense! You can pick up such good meat!"

The manager slapped the little boy in the face.

Seeing that the slap was about to fall, a middle-aged man rushed out and hugged the child, and his thin back was slapped hard.

"Crack!"

"dad--"

The middle-aged man was slapped to the ground.

Managers are power mutants.

This slap directly shocked his heart and lungs. After landing, his face immediately changed in pain.

He looked at the child struggling violently in the manager's hands, endured the severe pain and got up, and said to the manager, "Boss, it was really us who picked it up. We are people from the garbage disposal site. We found it in the garbage dump."

This little thing.”

"There's no way we could go anywhere else and steal something like this."

"Please, let us go."

When the manager heard the man's explanation, the anger on his face gradually faded a little, "Are you still hiding it secretly?"

"That's all, we have nothing to hide!" The man got up from the ground. In order to show that he had nothing to hide, he immediately took off his shirt and pants.

He was holding clothes in his hands, leaving only his underwear on his body, showing it to everyone.

The manager looked him up and down and said, "No next time!"

"If you find anything again, you have to hand it over to me, otherwise I won't be able to let you go so easily, little bastards!" He shook off the struggling little boy from his hands.

Pick up the food that fell on the ground and take it back to eat.

"dad!"

"dad."

The little boy rushed to his father's side.

"I'm fine." The middle-aged man put his clothes and pants back on, and a comforting smile appeared on his pale face.

Tears immediately appeared in the little boy's eyes, "Abba, it's all my fault. I was accidentally discovered by them."

"It's not your problem," the middle-aged man reassured him, "Managers have very good noses."

"But, but." The little boy looked at the place where the food had just fallen. A group of people jumped on it, some licked it with their tongues, and some rubbed it with the steamed buns on their hands, wiping off all the grease on the ground.

"Our stuff is gone."

At this time, a small voice came from his ear, "Dad, there are more."

He raised his head and looked at his father, who was pale and frowning. The middle-aged man stretched out a chicken leg from his sleeve and passed it to his palm.

"Let's go back and eat." The middle-aged man patted his head, bent down to pick up his soup bowl with a little bottom left, used his own steamed bun to suck up the leftover vegetable soup on the floor, and took him back to eat.

A secluded corner outside the garbage dump.

The two people huddled in the corner.

The stench kept coming.

But it is a very safe place.

A chicken leg was taken out of the plastic bag and handed to the boy's hand.

"Dad, you eat too."

"Dad has long been tired of eating, please eat more." The middle-aged man said.

"The past is the past, where is the past." The little boy said, "Let's eat together."

He is 13 or 14 years old this year, and he was still a primary school student before the apocalypse broke out.

This short two and a half years of post-apocalyptic life has completely changed him, losing all his youthfulness and immaturity.

He looked at his father stubbornly.

He must eat it.

When the middle-aged man saw this, a smile appeared on his face. He looked at the chicken leg in front of him, and finally tore off the gnawed area through the plastic bag.

The remaining half of the chicken legs were thrown into the soup bowl.

"Dad, that's enough. You can eat the rest."

"Dad, you."

"If you don't eat, dad will deal with you!" the middle-aged man said seriously.

Hearing this, the little boy no longer hesitated. He took the vegetable soup with chicken legs soaked in which his father gave him and redistributed more than half of it, and ate it with the steamed buns.

"Is it delicious?"

"Hmm! Chicken legs are so delicious!"

His father smiled, soaked the remaining soup into a plastic bag, diluted the remaining oil in the plastic bag, and gnawed down the steamed bun that had already been soaked in soup.

Just when he was about to bite it, he made a sound and the smell of blood filled his mouth.

He coughed in his lungs and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Blood splattered all over the plastic bag in front of me.

"dad!"

"Cough cough cough!" The middle-aged man's voice became louder and louder as he coughed, and his lungs wanted to cough more, and he couldn't stop no matter how hard he coughed.

"dad!"

The little boy immediately put down the rice in his hand and rushed over to straighten his back.

When he touched his body, he discovered that his father's back was swollen.
Chapter completed!