!

The festive couplets and slightly naughty words were far from neat and tidy, but standing under this arch, Somo silently pounded his heart.

There is always a banquet in the world.

No one wanted to leave, and no one wanted to say goodbye. Sumo knew that this was because the villagers did not want to make the atmosphere today and tomorrow too sad.

They wanted to leave with peace of mind, and they also wanted to have a happier life on their penultimate night in this depression.

Regarding the feelings of the villagers

Soma took it!

“The director is good!”

Seeing the two militiamen standing under the arch first making a military salute and then approaching them with enthusiasm, Sumo smiled and nodded.

Under the admiring eyes of the militiamen, Somo stepped through the arch and walked up step by step.

In the past, it took four or five minutes to reach the top of the mountain road. This time, Somo walked extremely slowly. Along the way, he seemed to want to engrave this place in his mind.

Touching the walls that were still rough after being dug, I used my feet to measure every large platform that was dug out.

Sumo felt relieved for such a subtle change.

Everything is getting better, everything is developing in a healthy direction. From the time we moved here, it seems that everyone is moving forward in a hurry under the pressure of the general trend.

But look carefully and think carefully

But we can see the efforts of everyone who is unwilling to compromise their fate under natural disasters!

"Brother Su, you are here. The villagers are already in place and the venue has been arranged. Are we going down now?"

The overall shape of Tieshi Mountain is a cone. Although there is a platform specially designed by Somo on the top, it is still a bit crowded to accommodate hundreds of people.

Therefore, today’s venue is arranged on a special platform dug out halfway up the mountainside on the back side of the stone mountain.

On weekdays, this can be used as a training base or a good place to hold village meetings.

In wartime, it can be transformed into a sniper platform to avoid the possibility of the enemy being attacked from both sides.

"Okay, let's go!"

"By the way, you have someone drive up the Tihu I parked at the bottom of the mountain. There are weapons in the trunk that I want to leave to the village. Find someone who is more trustworthy!"

Patting Chen Shen on the shoulder, Sumo saw that Chen Shen couldn't hide the sadness of parting even though he was happy. The smile on his face did not diminish, and Su Mo strode forward.

Today, no one wants to bring negativity here.

Similarly, Sumo is also willing to put away all his emotions and show his best self to the villagers and his subordinates who are waiting for him on the "Lonely Mountain"!

Going down this mountain road, along the light strip, the speed of going down the mountain is much faster this time.

Soon, as I passed a corner, my eyes became brighter.

Two spotlights are hung high, like the sun, illuminating every detail of the platform below.

All the villagers sat in rows on homemade wooden pony poles. Although there were whispers, in this empty wasteland at night, it made the place less lonely and more popular.

In the civilized world, Soma is a standard solitary person and a standard "drifter" in a big city.

In a big city like Shanghai, like ordinary people, Soma rejected all ineffective social interactions and spent most of his time shutting himself up in his room, or walking in his own plans and doing things he liked.

But in the doomsday wasteland, after experiencing a month of true "loneliness".

Sumo likes "popularity" very much.

At least when he saw that there were currently a total of 145 people in Hope Village sitting here, waiting for him, the smile on Sumo's face became a little bit brighter.

In front of all the villagers, there is a stage about one meter higher than the platform. The "carpet" spread on the stage is still the red cloth hanging on the armrest when the Hope was cut.

On the stage, there is a row of handmade tables and chairs.

In the center of the table, Sumo saw an identity card with his name on it.

"Yes, although we hope that the village will become rich now, I hope that this wealth will make everyone live a prosperous life instead of spending it on some flashy things."

"The bonus from the box will eventually expire. Each of these modern items that can be obtained is a precious master. Don't waste it."

Chen Shen on the side immediately nodded: "Yes, Brother Su, I understand this, don't worry!"

Sumo doesn't like extravagance and waste. Not only Chen Shen knows this, but also the management of everyone's shelter.

But at the same time, they also knew that Soma was not a pedantic person.

Just like today, Sumo would not have any objections to the saucy light strips that he slowly collected and put together from the market. Instead, he would be very happy.

Seeing that Pei Shao, Hong Kangcheng, Chen Yi, Qi Qin, and other management were already waiting on the right side of the stage, he looked at the venue that had begun to fall silent due to his arrival.

Taking a deep breath, Sumo walked along the previously planned passage towards the stage.

Step by step, Somo walked very steadily.

Everyone's eyes, including the management's, have never left.

Of course, no one dared to look directly at Somo's face or meet his eyes at this time, but this did not prevent them from focusing on his footsteps.

At this moment, looking at the red festive stage that was getting closer and closer, the memories of the civilized era began to blur with the wasteland in Sumo's mind.

Unlike his sister Su Chan, Su Mo spent his first eighteen years in the ancient capital Chang'an before college.

Here, apart from winning awards for "My President Dad" from time to time and walking on the stage to pick up the bright red certificate for being a good student, Sumo has very few opportunities to step on the red carpet.

Most of the time, including after graduating from college, Sumo sat in the auditorium, like all ordinary people, watching the talented people perform on stage.

But today.

After Da Ma Jin Dao, the real "protagonist", walked onto the stage and sat in the middle seat, he clearly saw the expectations, nervousness, anxiety, etc. expressions on the faces of the villagers below.

If it were in the past, at this special moment, Soma would choose to remove the stage directly and try to keep the same height as the villagers so that everyone does not have to look up to him.

On earth, everyone is born equal, and human rights are above all else.

In the wasteland, he was unwilling to show his dictatorship so "obviously", and he was even less willing to convey to all the villagers the important message that I could control your life or death.

but now.

After truly understanding that only if he showed such a tough stance, the villagers would feel more at ease.

Somo "changed".

As Somo sat down, the remaining management also began to take the stage in an orderly manner, sitting evenly on both wings of Somo, which suddenly heightened the atmosphere of the conference.

"Today is February 22nd on the doomsday wasteland calendar, and I am honored to announce it here."

"Hope Village, the second National People's Congress is officially held!"

As Chen Shen finished speaking, noisy applause began to sound from the audience. It could be heard that all the villagers were not at peace in their hearts.

"Today is the 53rd day that we humans, from the earth, from China, from every city and every corner, come to this doomsday wasteland."

"I know that you may have had many identities before, including chefs, white-collar workers, workers, and students, but I believe that now everyone should have accepted their new identity."

"As a member of our Hope Village, at this moment, I ask you to applaud yourself, the shelter, and the director again!"

Snap, snap, snap.

There was another round of applause, but this time it was much better than before, and the emotions of all the villagers were aroused by Chen Shen's words.

"Then now we would like to ask our material manager, Hong Kangcheng, to make a periodic report!"

Today, when the business capabilities of all management are soaring, Hong Kangcheng, the honest man before, has changed a lot now, and he does not show any timidity when he picks up the microphone.

Although compared to other people's unscripted speeches, he took out a piece of white paper with written words, but considering that he was reporting on supplies, no one was surprised.

"Hello everyone, I am Hong Kangcheng. I am very happy to be here with you and the director to conduct a periodic report."

"I believe that through the changes in our lives, everyone can also feel the changes that our material reserves have experienced during this period of time, in these two months!"

"Yes, from the very beginning of gnawing tree bark, digging grass roots, and eating soil, to now big white steamed buns, small pickles, and eating meat from time to time, this is the result of the hard work of all of us with our hands, watered by our sweat.

The fruits are the brilliant achievements under the leadership of our director.”

"Let me talk about what everyone is most concerned about first. Food ranks first in the cost of food and clothing. After our miraculous operation a day ago, the supplies we have now harvested are enough for the 145 of us here.

Three years and seven months of expenses in this wasteland!"

As soon as Hong Kangcheng said these words, the entire audience fell into silence at first, and then suddenly burst into uproar.

Sitting on their seats, many people were shaking with excitement and couldn't help themselves.

More people even had their knees weak and fell from their stools to the ground, making the scene chaotic.

This scene seems like you are working hard to make money, but your father suddenly calls you over and says, son, we have become rich, we have received 50 million.

In fact, considering that we need to build a base and purchase other things to continue to increase our strength level, these materials are not enough to last for such a long time. One and a half years should be the limit.

But this does not affect the "excitement" from the bottom of the hearts of all the villagers at this moment!

Then, Hong Kangcheng made a detailed report on other aspects of the supplies, not only to the villagers, but also to Somo sitting in the center.

With the help of the manuscript, Hong Kangcheng spoke for more than ten minutes. After stopping, Chen Shen handed the microphone to Qi Qin to report on the militia's training situation.

At present, Hope Village has a total of 18 formal militia members and 22 reserve militia members, totaling 40 people in total.
To be continued...