Doomsday Sanctuary

With Di Ping sitting in front of the city to handle affairs in the city, it is obvious that the various institutions in the city are operating more efficiently. It seems that knowing that the city owner is in the city, the hearts of the people in the city are quite stable.

Nearly a hundred trucks from the Sanctuary City ran non-stop for a day, transporting the gathering place in Gaoan Town 20 kilometers away. Another 15,000 people poured into the Sanctuary City, but these people seemed to be dripping into the sea. It’s not the first time that a large number of people have poured in. The city has accumulated a lot of experience, and the work speed is efficient. But that’s it. It’s just after nine o’clock. Settle down.

"City Lord, the population of our sanctuary city officially exceeded 60,000 today!!"

Han Zhongguoxing hurriedly walked into Di Ping's office and said with excitement.

"Oh!" Di Ping was also overjoyed when he heard this, and reached out to Han Zhongguo to take the statistics table, and carefully looked at the numbers on it. There were 63,615 people.

Di Ping's eyes swayed a bit, and finally nearly 100,000 people, and there should be less than ten days left, there should be no big problem, after all he saw hope, he finally let go of the original tension in his heart, and his goal is promising.

"Very good, but this is not enough. We have to have a population of 100,000 within a week, so your task is still very heavy. Brother Han, you have to work hard!"

Di Ping's mood was already very strong, but his heart fluctuated slightly, but he quickly calmed down. He put the statistics table on his desk and looked at Han Zhong Guodao.

"A hundred thousand people?"

Han Zhongguo's face changed, and then he said with embarrassment: "City Lord, this horror is difficult. Now we have not digested the 60,000 people, and the pressure on us is already very great. If there are 30,000 or 40,000 people in a short period of time. People, I'm afraid there will be problems!"

Di Ping waved his hand and said: "No defense, we will gather the population during this period of time, and then slowly digest it, and the first batch of houses will begin to move in tomorrow, enough to digest more than 10,000 people, and the rest The pressure is much less!"

"Okay! I will do my best!"

As if he heard the determination in Di Ping's tone, Han Zhongguo nodded in response.

"Brother Han, with so many people coming in, how about our food consumption? Is it enough for these 100,000 people?"

Di Ping nodded, then asked suddenly.

When Han Zhongguo heard this, there was a hint of sorrow on his face: "Enough! Enough. Our search team is not only bringing people back. During this time, all kinds of materials are being shipped in. Today I just picked up from Director Yu. According to the data, our current supply of various food stocks of 100,000 people is enough to consume more than half a year, and this does not include mutant animal meat and the monthly Linggu!"

Although Di Ping didn’t know the quantity of supplies, he knew it would definitely not be less. The warehouse with the size of the system was already full and couldn’t fit. In the end, he had no choice but to build three simple warehouses next to the warehouse, but they couldn’t keep them. .

With enough supplies, Di Ping felt that his waist was hard, and he smiled on his face and said, "Okay! Brother Han, we are not afraid of people if we have food. If we need supplies, I will give you supplies, and if we need manpower, I will recruit people. No matter what, the population of the sanctuary must reach 100,000 within a week!"

"Okay! Don't worry, the lord, my old Han promises to complete the task!"

Han Zhongguo's heart also ignited passion, isn't it 100,000 people? He didn't believe that he couldn't make arrangements, he patted his chest and assured Di Ping.

"Brother Han, we are not afraid of wasting enough food. In this way, starting from tomorrow, we will not be forced to participate in any work three days before entering the asylum. We will raise them for three days. Our mutant beasts have a lot of meat, so we can make more broth. They replenish their bodies and restore their bodies!"

Today, Di Ping went to see the food prepared by the Civil Affairs Office for these refugees. Each person has a steamed bun and a bowl of rice soup. It is reasonable to say that this living in that gathering place does not receive this treatment, but he thinks that these bodies are very poor. This is a loss. If you don't make up for the basics, these people may be unusable, and they can do whatever the wind blows.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements when I go back!" Han Zhongguo saw Di Ping's eyes surging with emotion, and extended a thumb in praise: "The city lord is really kind, and people like the city lord go there to find them. It's really incense!"

Di Ping was amused by Han Zhongguo. He laughed and said, "Brother Han, don't give me a captaker. I'm afraid your capttor is too big and crushes me!"

"Haha! City Lord, I'm all sincere, but old Han is spitting on a nail, so how often do we lie!"

Han Zhongguo opened his mouth and patted his chest with a laugh.