After a while, the so-called Wang Yingying's good friend was brought over. When Wang Yang saw that he was a very white-skinned girl with a crystal clear body, like a porcelain doll. {First release}

Wang Yang stepped forward and smiled slightly: "I dare to ask the girl's name, where is her home, how old is she, but she has been married... Cough cough, I'm talking about the serious business, I've heard about you and others, it doesn't matter. I'll teach you a way to keep the medicine until the disease is cured."

The little girl blinked her big twinkle eyes: "What's the solution?"

...

In the dark small room, Mine Eleven dragged his broken arms and legs, and stood up with a stretcher with difficulty.

There is a wheelchair in the tribe, but unfortunately he can't get it. No matter how he asks for it, it's useless. Shuoba, who manages the warehouse, just sneered.

And since that day, he has suffered from all people's rejection, marginalization, and loneliness, which was unimaginable before.

And all this, he blamed the noble man, Wang Yang.

"Hmph! Since I have to send supplies, I just took a little bit earlier and treated me like this, intentionally, definitely intentionally!"

He used the method of smearing Wang Yang in his heart to vent his psychological burden of making a big mistake. Only in this way can he be better when others exclude him.

What I hate the most is the Shouba who always works against him. Since he got a job of distributing supplies, he has gone from a civilian to a newbie in the tribe. He has mastered the order of distributing supplies and is very popular.

"Why are I and him treated two differently? Why do he go further? I even lost my identity as an ordinary person? Why am I the lowest among disabled people!"

He hated him so much that he was so angry that he bit his teeth.

Na Shouba even deliberately delayed his distribution of supplies. He delayed it until the last day of the end of the month before giving it to him.

In theory, on this last day, the supplies for others had already been spent, and he should have an advantage in using these supplies to please the people he liked.

But everyone hates him. Even if he has supplies, he feels what despair is, and even if he has money, he can't spend it.

What's even more terrible is that it finally delayed until the last night and was really sent out. As a result, the girl turned around and gave it to someone else, spending the time with her, and ignored him. It turned out that the charming eyes she had thrown at him before was a lie to him, which made him want to vomit blood.

He couldn't figure out why that girl was so smart, even smarter than him, but soon he had the answer.

Shouba found him: "Hehe, that girl was taught by me, a good idea, now you have nothing. Haha."

Mine Eleven couldn't help it and sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood.

He was also very lucky. Last time he was beaten by a crowd, he was not beaten to death, but only suffered internal injuries. He always vomited blood, but he actually kept stubbornly.

He inherited the qualities of cockroaches very well. If he didn't beat him to death, he would come out and disgust you.

Holding the crutch, he decided to fulfill his cockroach obligation.

This time, the people in the tribe were very worried and mentally injured by the "creating the next generation" incident. They were already scarred and vulnerable.

This gave him hope and light. He planned to lobby some people, hoping to regain respect, and he also planned to overturn the issue of sending supplies to pursue his spouse.

In this way, Shouba could not rely on his current position and continue to show off his power in front of him. And he believed that if he really overthrew, Wang Yang would definitely be unhappy, very unhappy.

Since it can attack Guba, make Wang Yang unhappy, and gain respect by himself, this matter must be completed.

He came to the bonfire, and the dejected people were surrounding the bonfire, discussing the current plan with sad faces.

"Today is the third day of the third month. Have you sent the supplies?"

"No, it's gone if you send it out, it's a pity."

"Yes, I didn't give it to you either. If you give it to you, you may not choose me. Even if you choose me, it will only take one day..."

There are men and women in this group of people. They are all pursuers who pursue others, and the number of pursuers is very small, with only a few dozen people, and the proportion of the population of almost a thousand forests is very different.

Those people were so happy that they were also excited to discuss something together.

Mine Eleven wandered around the crowd here for a while, then came to the crowd on the other side to see what they were communicating.

"I have more than a dozen clothes now, and the colors are different, so I can't wear them. I'll give them some clothes for this month, next month, next month, next month, next month, next month, next month, next month, I'll ask them to send them a wardrobe."

"You're just that little, I already have more than thirty pieces."

"If I don't talk about this, I eat cake every day. Now I'm tired of it. What should I do? Let them give me what food?"

"I heard that someone invented baking powder, why don't you ask them to give them some baking powder?"

"Ah! There is actually this thing? What is this? Can you eat it?"

"Eat your head, this is the latest research invention, it is powder, not flour! It is recorded in extracurricular books, and fermenting food with baking powder. What books do you read?"

"Uh... I don't read, I have someone to hold it, and there are so many supplies!"

“…”

The people here laughed and said their "trophy". Someone took out their cards and played the "solidarity"...

The joyful atmosphere presents a clear contrast with the bleak clouds over there.

Mine Eleven looked at the supplies, his eyes turned red and he wanted to take them over. He received the supplies twice, but he was cheated away twice. All of them were done by Shouba. The worst thing was that the person who cheated them away sent these supplies to dozens of people in front of him.

It felt like he was being ruined. He quickly left the place and didn't dare to take a look, because someone found out that he was watching and would be stared at by others if he didn't walk away.

The "Suitors" were still discussing the difficult years and the difficult future at this time. They were not only worried about ordinary people, but also those nobles.

When the materials were not distributed, they were the only ones who took the initiative to choose a spouse, and no one dared not to refuse.

At that time, they also delivered things, and the quantity was very small. When they wanted any supplies, they could withdraw them from the warehouse at any time. The warehouse was their ATM, so they could take them as soon as they wanted.

But now that once the supplies are distributed, they can no longer get things from the warehouse, and they can only collect supplies from the warehouse every month.

In this way, their initiative was completely lost, similar to that of ordinary people. Although ordinary people still won't compete with them, they only gave it to them once now, and after one, no one will pay attention to him.

The mouths of those dozens of people were also raised, and their tastes were getting bigger and bigger. They didn’t give much, so they would definitely ignore you. There was no way to give too much. They had to be creative. It’s a big man. Isn’t this a scam?

Everyone was already cheated in a terrible way, and they could not find a solution even after discussing, so they could only complain and complain.

"You said, do we want to arrange a schedule, such as how many people will send them today, and how many people will send them tomorrow, so the competition will be much smaller."

"Hey~ This is a good idea! That's great!"

"Awesome, this method is good, very good, really good!"

Everyone nodded. This trick was absolutely amazing. People took turns to send things to the table every day, so there was no competition.

"What a f*ck!" A book suddenly reached in, and said something amazing, refuting the person who made the suggestion.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, why did a notebook suddenly come in? They couldn't help but turn their heads, and saw them leaning on crutches, looking at everyone with a serious look on their faces.

When everyone saw it was him, they were annoyed, especially the man, and the reaction was even more intense: "What did you say? How could it be! This is definitely a good idea!"

"Mine Eleven, stay away from us, you are not welcome here!"

Mine Eleven felt painful for everyone's attitude, and then he felt more hatred for Shouba and Wang Yang, and said in his heart: "We must overturn this matter."

He sneered and asked back, "Okay, then tell me, how to divide this method! How to use it!"

The man stood up and said, "There are thirty days a month, and 900 of us are divided into thirty teams, each team of thirty people. Each person pursues them. In this way, if the number of people pursued is small, we can still choose them. Isn't that great?"

Everyone nodded frequently and thought it was very good.

However, Mine Eleven continued to sneer: "Okay, just follow your method. The best situation is that they can accept it every day, but everyone only has one chance to succeed every month. If they succeed, they will be gone this month. If they fail, they will be gone. If they fail, they will be gone. If they fail, they will be gone. What is the difference from before?"

Uh... everyone was stunned, and they really didn't expect this.

"And..." Mining Eleven continued to write: "They will definitely not be satisfied with this. After collecting items, they will never choose the person who gives gifts. They will wait, and then they will find that as long as they wait, there will be people delivering things every day, and they will wait and wait. In the end, no one gets the benefits, and they will give them all the benefits."

Mine Eleven has no great wisdom and is indeed a little clever. He thought about these things that others had not expected for the time being. If it is used in a good place, it is also a good talent. What a pity...

Everyone thought about it for a moment and felt that it was not possible. This matter seemed to be impossible.

But after they knew that this matter was not good, they ignored Mining Eleven, did not intend to ask about his opinion, surrounded him and started discussing again.

"Or what if we go find Wang Yang and ask him to send supplies twice a month?"

"Go and go, you have to ask yourself this, but you actually want to send supplies twice! That's what you need to keep for the development of the tribe."

Everyone unanimously opposed it.

Mine Eleven finally seized an opportunity, thinking that his unique advice would make everyone ask him what he could do and then achieve his goal through this matter.

Unexpectedly, everyone ignored him and pushed him out of the crowd. They couldn't help but hurriedly wrote a line of words and threw them into the crowd.

"I have a way!" (To be continued...) rt
Chapter completed!