After all, such a shed is just a temporary place for treatment, and will soon carry out subsequent diversion, epidemic prevention, resettlement, reconstruction and other work. Therefore, in the initial shed, it is more important to allow these refugees to have a place to rest, and then naturally manage and distribute food according to the shed to survive the initial chaotic time period.

That's all, naturally there is no question of how regular it is, and there is definitely no good living conditions in the shed. But in such a simple shed, in a relatively flat place in the middle, all of which are mothers with children, young children, and older women who have been with them.

Most young and older men stayed silently on the outermost circle of the shed, facing the cold wind.

Facing the outside, but bringing the thick back toward the inside.

They were also cold, but no one was calling them cold.

Even though these places were small and embarrassing and not even flat, these men still squeezed together, curled up, and formed a wall of flesh with their bodies, blocking the cold wind blowing in from the gap in the shed, just like a herd of cattle in the wild and the bulls were pressed against the outer ring.

The child who was half asleep and half awake among his mother and occasionally howled finally enjoyed the warmest treatment he had along the way.

The behavior of these men was not specially directed or strongly requested by anyone...

In fact, no one has time to arrange such things.

But they did it naturally, no one said anything about equality or inequality, freedom or rights or rights.

No one cares about whether this is his relative or that there are people he doesn't know.

Maybe at first only one person did this, but then almost everyone did this.

No one talks about what a man should do, and no one talks about what a woman should do.

The elderly automatically become the coordinator in the shed, and the young people will not stare at me and say that my father is my father. Which old man from the family dares to take care of me?

No woman was scolding her, saying that her fairy-like face was taken by someone more and she was accused of being a hooligan by the men around her.

Not to mention that no child can make noise, scream, cry, and roll around the ground...

In the face of survival, all men's and women's fists have lost their meaning.

So what is the fragile but strong ecology formed within the shed and between strangers?

Is it money, justice, or something else?

In the middle of the shed, a middle-aged woman lies in the gap that she finally made.

Beside the women are two half-old children, one older and the other younger, but no matter how old they are, both children look at the middle-aged woman anxiously.

The middle-aged woman was obviously sick and had a fever, and she was muttering intermittently. The two children who were forcing her to endure fear and sadness, and took turns to wipe sweat and feed water to the middle-aged woman.

Three or four older people at the entrance of the shed were looking at the place in the middle of the shed with some anxiety, lowering their voices and discussing.

"What should I do if Erwa is sick?"

"Everyone is over, but I end up getting sick. You said this...

"It's all fate!"

"If I can handle it, it would be fine..."

"There are some loess lumps around here, and I don't know where there are herbs to find..."

Several elderly people were worried. They wanted to find some solutions. Even if the sick middle-aged woman did not know at all before, they were not from the same village. However, now they were divided into the same shed and naturally became their own children. Seeing her moaning when she was sick, she was anxious.
Chapter completed!