"Shovel, hoe, wheelbarrow. What is this? There is even a rake. One diesel engine, one water pump, twenty tents, two hundred pairs of labor protection gloves, three hundred pairs of rubber-soled shoes, and two hundred beds of thin blankets.
Two hundred buckets, five hundred sets of old-fashioned military uniforms, military moisture-proof underwear..."
After counting the supplies issued by his superiors, Saimet, who had a big beard, signed his name on the account. The transport convoy quickly rushed to the next village and quickly disappeared into the distance.
There were more than a hundred Mexican farmers gathered around Saimet. They were all in ragged clothes, skinny, and had not eaten for several days. Although their faces were relatively clean, they all looked disheveled.
Everyone had just been delivered by the motorcade. Looking at the supplies piled on the roadside, they were all eager to try and did not dare to move.
There is an abandoned village not far from the road. This village will be the production and living place of Saimet and his men from now on. About a hundred hectares of land around the village belong to them, with just a little more.
"Okay, don't worry, these things belong to us." Saimat asked the villagers to line up, took out the roster and began to distribute.
Saimat was originally a veteran of the Mexican Liberation Front. When the Diego regime sent the mixed first division to clear the Yucatan Peninsula, the team he led was defeated by the enemy's "Jackal" troops, and he himself was disabled.
With only one hand, I can only retire.
After retiring, Saimat was worried that he would be abandoned by the guerrillas, but in fact he was overly worried. Chairman Nieto, who led the guerrillas, soon became President Nieto, and he, who was once the backbone of the guerrillas, after a short period of training
Now he has become a glorious grassroots village chief.
After occupying Mexico City, restoring agricultural production was the top priority of the Aurora Corps. The Corps' Ministry of Agriculture had the 'obligation' to guide the agricultural production of the Mexican government of Nieto. There are large areas of farmland near Mexico City, which is very convenient for management.
Mexico's original agriculture was actually pretty good, with farmland water conservancy facilities and agricultural machinery and equipment fairly complete. However, the last two years or so led to social chaos, a sharp decline in population, land abandonment, and the ineffective management and fierce exploitation of the Diego regime.
Agriculture never recovered.
The current job of the Legion's Ministry of Agriculture is to organize farming groups to carry out large-scale farm production. Twenty farming groups of 5,000 people were formed at once, and the members were the existing idle Mexican labor force.
When Zhou Qingfeng was in Merida, he organized the 500,000 Mexicans in the city to carry out production and self-rescue. With the grassroots cadres and organizational system he had cultivated previously, the agricultural reclamation business in Mexico City was proceeding fairly smoothly.
Before joining the farming system, Saimat's farmers all received basic military training for more than ten days. These people lined up in a crooked queue and came forward one by one to receive their daily necessities.
Each person has an old 1965-style military uniform, and it also comes with a hat, which is very rustic. The rubber-soled shoes are slightly newer, and the sizes are not full, so they can be worn. There are even military underwear among the supplies.
, is also matching, three pairs per person, can be worn interchangeably.
Washbasins, teacups, rice bowls, spoons, soap, thin quilts, buckets, etc. The army currently rations these laborers, and everyone is treated the same.
Before receiving daily necessities, each of Saimet's farmers looked like beggars. In fact, they were really beggars in the first place and had been wandering around the city.
The supply of goods was cut off at the end of the world. Before these refugee-like guys were organized, they were all dressed in extremely rags. Many of them even had no clothes on at all, and their nutritional status was even worse.
"Use a bucket to go to the village to get some water. Let's take a shower and change clothes." Saimat's simple order made the hundreds of Mexican villagers under his command move to tears.
The last two years of the apocalypse have been too torturous. Many people did not starve to death or freeze to death, but died of despair. Thinking about the inhuman life they have experienced in the past, any ordinary person will feel bitter in his heart.
Buckets of water were brought over, and more than a hundred men took off their clothes and directly used soap to wash their bodies that had been stained all year round. Each of them had slender limbs, exposed ribs, and were so lean that one would cry just looking at them.
The dirt on their bodies turned into streams of black water, and many people cried while washing themselves. In the end, including Saimet, they couldn't help crying. The tattered clothes were thrown aside and lit into a bonfire, and the flames burned again and again.
Make people laugh.
The tattered clothes turned into fly ash, just like bad luck leaving the body and dispersed in the wind.
Saimet stretched out his hand, and a digital watch showed the time. He shouted, "Okay, cooking team, get lunch immediately. Others started to clean up the village, we will live here tonight."
After taking a bath, the mental outlook of these survivors of the farming company took on a new look. Although they were still very thin, their aura of carrying shovels and hoes was very majestic and high-spirited.
The village is abandoned and there is no one left. Most of the simple houses are dilapidated, and even if they are not dilapidated, they are definitely dirty. Walking into the village is almost like walking into a mass grave. There is a corpse hidden in the grass everywhere.
Bits and pieces of broken furniture were scattered among them.
More than a hundred people started working, burying what needed to be buried, burning what needed to be burned, repairing what needed to be repaired, and mending what needed to be repaired. Due to physical problems, the cleanup progress was not fast, and some people even stopped to rest from time to time. It was just this labor
The scene was in full swing, and everyone was full of expectations for their future lives.
"This will be our home from now on. The legion will give us enough food. We must work hard to repay the respectable legion commander."
"Without the Legion, we are nothing. We will die as worthless as bones in the grass. Everything we have is given by the Legion, so we must defend our home, our current life, and the Legion to the death.
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During the clean-up work, Saimat was also responsible for the ideological education of the company. The short-term training for grassroots cadres he received placed great emphasis on 'loyalty education', requiring grassroots personnel to have the same thoughts and work together. For those who have just been rescued,
, their current life is worthy of their gratitude.
Lunch is bread made from aged grains. The cooking class is not very good at it, and the baked bread tastes average, but no one dislikes it. Canned luncheon meat is very popular, although these canned meats are from decades ago.
During lunch time, Saimat, as the village chief, also turned on the radio that he brought with the team. The legion currently has several radio channels, trying to use simple entertainment to soothe the hearts of the entire bottom class of society as much as possible. For the bottom class of society,
Their life was really hard in the past.
On the radio, Userman is still the most popular host. After getting better broadcasting equipment, she no longer sings, but broadcasts the news of the day in a relaxed tone. The news content is basically to learn CCAV-Leadership
Very busy, we are very happy, abroad is very bad.
After long-term publicity and actual improvements, no one doubted the views on the radio. Seeing his subordinates listening attentively to Userman reading the press release, Saimat, who was also holding his job and having lunch, laughed happily.