She had people move it to a corner of the tent and put it into the space when she was free. These things are not used now and can be said to be useless.
The rain has stopped, and the ground is wet everywhere. Adults and children are all sitting or standing in the tent. This is a simple tent without even a stool inside.
Fu Manman looked around and looked at the confused faces in the tent. She knew that these people were here at the moment and did not expect to survive here. They just wanted to find a temporary shelter to take them in.
They die slower.
However, this was not Fu Manman's original intention. She wanted everyone to live and live well.
These will all be hers from now on, and she has to make good arrangements for them.
"There are so many girls, why should we recruit people?" Chang Zhong said, looking at the growing rain curtain.
"Have all the abandoned children on the city wall been picked up?" Fu Manman looked at the misty sky, feeling slightly melancholy.
"I picked them all up. I buried all the dead ones. I even picked up two from the mass graves." Chang Zhong felt heavy.
Fu Manman nodded, "Okay, let's go and collect the things. We won't recruit any more."
No matter how hard she tries, she won't be able to recruit anyone good, and if she estimates correctly, someone will come to her door soon.
Sure enough, when Chang Zhong took the thing back, there were five or six people behind him, some old and some young. Several men in their twenties and thirties each held a three- or four-year-old baby in their arms, and there were also men holding up the baby.
A one-eyed old man.
"Many girls, these people want to join us." Chang Zhong said with a hearty smile.
Fu Manman looked at the people in front of him sharply. There were six of them, and they were all young and strong men.
These people did not join the army or enter the city, but instead came to join her team, which was made up of old, weak, women and children.
What an ulterior motive!
Anyway, it came at the right time.
Fu Manman raised an imperceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth, looked at this group of people and said: "We only recruit old, weak, women and children here, you are not suitable."
"Girl, please accept us! If I become a soldier, no one will take care of the child." A man shouted. The child in his hand was resisting him, and his eyes were red. Apparently he had cried and made trouble before. One side of his cheek
High and swollen.
"Really? Okay, I have rules here." Fu Manman took out a notebook and pen from his pocket, explained the rules, then found a place to sit down and started to register.
Several people came forward and began to tell me their names and place of origin, but what they said was confusing and they were obviously talking nonsense.
Pay a lot of money and register as usual.
When it was time to register the uncle, one of his eyes was still bleeding, and with a trembling voice, he reached out and pulled the child from the arms of the man on the side, and said: "Girl, my name is Zhu Laogen, from Xiama Village, Wanxian County, Liangzhou. This is
My grandson Zhu Jiadong, please take us in and give your child a bite to eat."
The children next to the old man blinked and looked at Fu Manman curiously, but they didn't recognize him at all.
"Aren't you and him together?" Fu Manman asked, pointing to the man who had just held the child.
"Together, together." The man said hurriedly, fearing that he would be exposed.
The uncle shook his head, "No, I don't know him, but he said he would take me to you and help me raise my grandson, so I came with him."
This old man is a real person, Fu Manman can be sure that this old man is not the same as them.
"Uncle, what skills do you know?" Fu Manman asked routinely.
The uncle thought for a while and said, "Well, I can make charcoal. Does this count as a craft?" He became a charcoal seller and was considered the best charcoal maker in the village.
In the good old days, the charcoal he produced was purchased by many wealthy families in the city.
Fu Manman's eyes lit up, he didn't expect this old man with an unattractive appearance to be able to make charcoal.
"After all, it's still a good craft. You are welcome to join us, sir." Fu Manman said happily.
The uncle was a little flattered. He put his arm around the child and nodded his thanks, "Thank you, thank you, girl."
A few men with ulterior motives on the side sneered in their hearts, what kind of skill does a charcoal burner have?
Who in the village doesn’t know how to burn charcoal!
These people paid the full amount and then gave Chang Zhong a few words of advice.
When Chang Zhong heard that Fu Manman asked him to pay attention to those men, he was shocked, "Then I will drive them away now!"
"No need, keep it for use. You and Fu Qiang, let Chen Mutian know and pay more attention." Fu Manman whispered.
Then she took the uncle to find Luo Duzhong and asked him to check his eyes.
"My eyes were blinded by a stabbing in the fight with Dazi last night. My son and wife are both dead. I can't let my grandson be killed too. Even if it costs me my life, it doesn't matter.
As long as the child can survive, that's fine." The uncle's words were heartbreaking.
"Uncle, only if you survive can your grandson survive." Fu Manman touched the little boy's head. He was such a good boy.
"Hey! I will live well, thank you girl." The uncle said and was about to kneel down. The little grandson beside him knelt down, raised his head and blinked, looking at Fu Manman.
"Get up quickly! You don't have to kneel down to me. Come to my place. Everyone has to work. If you can stay and survive, you have to rely on yourself." After Fu Manman finished speaking, he left.
She has other things to be busy with.
Just leave the matter of curing diseases and saving lives to Luo Duzhong.
Fu Manman left the current tent, went to the tent next door, and asked someone to vacate that tent.
"Chang Zhong, Uncle Da, Lu Hua, and Hui Niang, we will have a meeting together later. You should prepare first." She took the time to explain to several people.
Afterwards, she stayed in the tent alone and asked Fu An to guard outside the tent to prevent anyone from entering.
She has to prepare something.
Fu Manman wore a hanging chain filled with water, which was regarded as a medium of water. Then she activated her thoughts, and in the blink of an eye, she entered the space.
She had to prepare two more emergency tents. This time she took the modern emergency tents used for disaster relief. There were a lot of them in these spaces. She saw them in several large containers.
She took out two. One tent could accommodate twenty people.
There are currently more than ten men and women in her camp, and two are enough. As for other quilts, camp beds, etc., there are many in the container, but I don't want to take them out at the moment.
There is a reason for her to do this. Whether all the people she recruited can stay still needs to be tested.
Sometimes, when something is too easy to get, people's hearts will change and they will become ungrateful and unsatisfied. What she needs is a team that is reliable and truly loyal to her.
In the future, these people will be her most trustworthy people, and will also be the cornerstone of her plans.
