Chapter 285 Tasty Char Buns
Caroline had lent her grinder from the 65th floor to the army.
She even made a note in her little notebook, “The army borrowed one grinder today. When Colonel Sutton returns, I must charge
double interest.”
The first group of people who went with the soldiers to hunt the cockroaches came back safe and sound. Their faces were bright with excitement, and they were even rewarded with char buns from the army.
That news spread like wildfire through the shelter.
After all, no one had eaten their fill in days.
And according to those who had tasted the char buns, they were surprisingly good. Nobody knew exactly what they were made of, but they tasted a little like meat.
One man even said, “If only we had a little wine to go with this–it’d be perfect.”
It was clear the char buns were tasty.
Of course, “tasty” was all relative. Anyone who had been starving for days would think something tasted good as long as it had a whiff of meat.
The next day, more people joined the army to hunt for mutant cockroaches.
This time, it wasn’t just the young and strong men. There were young women too, and even some older middle–aged folks.
Because there were so many people, each soldier was assigned to lead a group of civilians.
Usually, the soldiers went in first to knock out the cockroaches with smoke, then let the civilians collect the bodies in bags.
Occasionally, there’d be a couple of them still twitching, but there was no need to panic. They were harmless by then. So, nothing major happened over those two days.
But soon, Alger noticed a problem.
Some people were slacking off!
They clearly went out with the others, but while some brought back bags full of cockroach corpses, others came back with only one or two. They were obviously being lazy,
So Alger added another rule to Caroline’s plan. Food would be distributed according to effort.
In other words, the more cockroaches a person collected, the more char buns they got.
And if someone volunteered to help with the more dangerous step of smoking out the mutant cockroaches, or led others into nearby buildings to actively hunt them, they’d be rewarded with even more char buns.
That was fair.
On the third day of eating char buns, someone suddenly spoke up with suspicion. “Wait… what if these are made from mutant
cockroaches?”
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Chapter 285 Tasty Char Buns
As soon as he said that, someone threw up on the spot.
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Then others started making a scene, accusing the army of trying to poison them, saying the soldiers were scheming something evil.
But when a soldier walked in, chewing a char bun, the noise quickly died down.
After all, the army had been eating the same thing these past few days.
“What’s the problem? It’s the end of the world! You still want pasta and fine meat? You should be glad you’re alive! Our officers put in a lot of effort to come up with this! The grinder we use came from the 66th floor! What more do you want? If you’ve got the guts, go find food yourself! It’s freezing out there! We’re risking our lives to bring back supplies for everyone, so we can all survive this.
disaster!”
Those lines were rehearsed.
Alger had told the soldiers exactly what to say if anyone caused trouble over the char buns.
They had to realize what’s actually going on!
So the protests were quickly silenced.
Of course, there were also people who genuinely understood and supported the army.
“Didn’t you hear? This whole idea came from our shelter! Other shelters might not even have something like this! Look at the deadly freezing weather. Who knows how many people have already frozen to death out there? We should be thankful we’ve got something to eat at all. These char buns are not bad. My little boy’s only three. He was nothing but skin and bones a few days ago, but after eating for two days, he’s got color in his cheeks again. I don’t care what they feed me. As long as it keeps us alive and warm, I’ll eat it to fight this disaster!”
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