Night gradually falls.

Although the weak sun was obscured by heavy fog, not much light could still shine through.

But there is always some light during the day, and it can even reach the effect of around seven in the morning at noon.

By this time at night, the place without lights has almost become almost invisible.

More and more scavengers who have gone out are dragging their tired bodies back, chattering about their harvest during the day.

Some people get rich and some get nothing.

The materials produced in the ruins are not fixed. There may be a piece of in-demand material worth dozens of days of iron coins hidden in an inconspicuous corner. There may also be a place where it looks like there is a large amount of production, and you can't see anything even if you try hard to open it.

arrive.

Following the usual route, many people habitually walked to the domestic water area first, preparing to simply wash off the mud on their bodies.

But what is completely different from usual is that there is a new rule in the washing area today.

"Boy, this place is different from yesterday."

"Starting tonight, you will be charged 1 iron coin for each wash. Anyone who pays can come to my place."

A middle-aged man in his late fifties stood in front of the aisle, flanked by two armed guards.

He knocked on the wooden board in his hand, and the fee was clearly written on it in pen.

Ordinary washing, one time, 1 iron coin.

Men's/women's bathing, one time, 3 iron coins.

If there is intentional waste, an additional penalty of ten times the fee will be imposed.

"Are you crazy about money? To wash your hands and face, you only need an iron coin?"

"That's right, Lao Liutou, did you add another Daoka in the middle?"

"Didn't the charges start tomorrow? Why did they start suddenly today???"

"A bath costs three iron coins. Did you mark the wrong mark??"

"It's not fair. I only need three minutes to take a shower each time, and the woman takes at least ten minutes. Why is the price between us the same?"

"Damn, this price is too bad!"

More and more people began to block the aisles to complain and protest.

But being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Old Liu Tou, who once opened a small hotel in the Origin Camp, curled his lips indifferently.

Good guy, is this dark?

You really don’t know how hard the villagers worked today to pull water from the reservoir, treat sewage, and pour it into the pipes.

What's more, this water is not free, the territory has paid these people's salaries in advance.

And if the reservoir had not stored a large amount of snow that melted into water in winter, it would now have abundant reserves.

How can there be a price that treats everyone equally? I'm afraid we have to charge based on water consumption.

"This price is set by the village logistics department. If you are dissatisfied, you can complain to the villagers union."

"In addition, the price of water is not fixed. The price is the lowest during the peak period of water consumption every day. After this time, additional maintenance fees will be charged."

Old Liu Tou shouted a few words again. After hearing the words "Logistics Office", everyone's reaction this time was much more honest.

Those who had a little money on hand reluctantly went forward and put an iron coin in the box that had been prepared long ago to gain the right to enter the wash area. The remaining ones who had less money on hand, or were simply penniless, simply gave up.

Wash up and walk towards the cafeteria.

After searching in the ruins outside for a whole day, they were already hungry and wished they could have a full meal and a good sleep right away.

It's a pity that what I saw in the wash area just now serves as a precautionary measure.

After walking a few steps, I saw that there were chargers and guards guarding the entrance of the canteen, which used to have no card.

"All other areas charge fees, and the canteen is no exception."

"The difference is that the lord considered that everyone may not be fully accustomed to the revised village today, so he specially arranged the trial operation time on the last night. Before nine o'clock in the evening, everyone only needs to pay one iron coin.

Enter the cafeteria and get the same meal as usual."

The apocalyptic madman coughed a few words, and finally said the words he had been repeating in his heart many times.

Most of the work done by handicraft enthusiasts is complicated and requires certain tools and raw materials to complete.

Therefore, now that most people are poor and have nothing to lose, the first time they take on public tasks is to earn a precious first pot of gold.

"By the way, let me remind you that the logistics office has already started queuing up for redemption. Those who arrived late may be hungry tonight~"

Seeing that the onlookers were still indifferent, the doomsday madman reminded him with a smile that didn't deserve a beating.

This time, although there were still voices of cursing below, more people took steps with utmost honesty and ran to the logistics department without saying a word.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.

The smell of steamed buns that just came from the canteen is so delicious that people will bite their tongues!

In order to gather enough wool for one iron coin for the last night.

Soon, the logistics office temporarily increased the number of windows to ten, and the windows were filled with people at an extremely exaggerated speed.

And at first, they didn't have any hope for the garbage in their hands, and they didn't expect to get many iron coins in exchange.

But as several brand-new recycling price lists were posted, the eyes of most waste pickers who had just recovered from fatigue regained their feverish spirit from the day.

"Holy crap, did you read that right? One kilogram of concrete waste is actually worth one iron coin?!"

"Steel bars, one steel bar and three iron coins, damn it, I found several of them during the day and they were too heavy, but I didn't even bring them back!!!"

"As long as it's metal, as long as it's a metal that can be named, the logistics department actually accepts it all."

"The recycling price for my old mobile phone is actually 12 copper coins. Oh my god, I'm rich!"

"Gold, the recycling price of 1g of gold is actually 3 copper coins. This is too outrageous."
Chapter completed!