The magnetic storm coil at the Binhai Supply Station tried a small trick, and easily destroyed the huge rock on the river beach with one blow. The operator who hit the target accurately put his hands on his hips. At this time, he looked around proudly, as if he was planning to brag about his superb skills to his companions. Unexpectedly, the big black man next to him slapped hard on the back of his head. This is not the end. The black man exposed his companion's true feelings without hesitation and sneered loudly:

"Hahaha, you guy is just covered. If it weren't for the cracks on that stone, it wouldn't be so easy. It wouldn't be a little bit wrong if it was hit!"

Hearing this, this short and fat operator, who looks like Zeng Zhiwei, had a chubby round face immediately turned red. He fucked a slutty Shaanxi accent and said with a slap in the Shaanxi accent:

"What do you mean? If I hit it, I'm going to be fooled. I'm better than you. OK, don't talk nonsense, and I'm willing to accept the loss. We'll talk about it, and bet on one game at a time. How about it? Do you want to pay for the debt?"

As soon as the mysterious ticket was released, the big black man who was still full of energy suddenly lost his energy. He took out a small piece of paper from his underwear pocket in a discouragement, handed it to the short and fat operator reluctantly, and muttered:

"Oh! Here, you little money-lovers. Why did you memorize me like this today?"

When people are bored, they always try to come up with various ways of entertainment to waste time. Even if the public opinion in the entire society criticizes one-sidedly and says something like online games and things are lost, human beings do have this spiritual need and no one can erase it. As for those restrictive measures that attempt to go against nature, they are actually postmodern versions of the Sunflower Book.

In some ways, the survivors of Peach Blossom Land can be said to be free from food and clothing. All the services they need and enjoy in life are allocated and supplied by the plan, and there is no reward for joining work. It is said that there should not be the concept of so-called money. But there are always exceptions in everything, but this monster has emerged.

Due to the strong opposition from the women and the medical department of Taohuayuan, Wu Han, who did not smoke, had to agree to strengthen the control of the circulation and smoking of tobacco in his jurisdiction. Earlier, Wu Han formally ordered that individuals should strictly prohibit planting and processing tobacco under any name, and a small amount of tobacco was also under extremely strict control. As a result, an extremely strange situation occurred. In the one-acre and three-point land of Taohuayuan, opium was not uncommon everywhere, and was used as a special medicine for treating diarrhea. Cigarettes became contraband, and most people could not afford it.

As a result, the smokers were confused. They could endure the hard living conditions, which made them not even allowed to smoke. The old smokers finally got angry. They ran to Wu Han’s doorstep and held up signs to demand protection of human rights.

At the same time, the views of the women in Taohuayuan that cigarettes harm health and second-hand smoke poisons young children were approved by professional medical institutions. In this way, Wu Han was embarrassedly caught between the two factions that banned smoking and demanded the lifting of the ban, and ended up in a dilemma.

Faced with the dilemma, Chinese people are best at adapting, often with policies from above and countermeasures from below. No matter how strict and meticulous the regulations are, as long as they fall into the hands of Chinese people, they can find loopholes to exploit them in less than three days. Although this opportunistic habit is indeed bad at some times, it is not so annoying at some points in time. Wu Han, who was fed up with a splinter, ordered a meeting. After listening to the opinions of middle-level leaders, Wu Han promulgated a new tobacco management regulations in the name of collective decision-making.

Anyone who is a permanent resident of the Peach Blossom Land and who is over 20 years old can receive three packs of cigarettes every month with a ticket, totaling 60 cigarettes, thus ending this protracted ban on smoking.

Three packs of cigarettes a month sound like a lot, but for those big men who are more addicted to cigarettes, it’s just enough to smoke for a day or two, and it’s a drop in the bucket!

It is not a big problem to not eat for a day. If the old smokers don’t smoke a day, they will be sure to scratch their heads and feel uncomfortable all over. Because there are many guys like Wu Han and Xu Changli who meet the conditions for receiving cigarettes and do not smoke, the remaining cigarette tickets in their hands have become popular. The smokers are tempted and use all kinds of tricks to get these remaining supplies that the original owner cannot use to satisfy their cigarette addiction, and have also led to a wide range of gambling style. The so-called bets are nothing more than those inconspicuous cigarette tickets. It is said that some of the gambling monsters will lose all the shares they will receive next year.

The winner, who had a short figure, teased his opponent, and later he put the cigarette ticket in his pocket with satisfaction. The winner and the loss were cleared, and the survivors surrounding the magnetic storm coil also laughed and jokingly broke up. During the gap time when the magnetic storm coil was recharged again, they were doing nothing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes turned, some sharp-eyed survivors discovered an unexpected situation. The big black man who was just complaining that he was too lucky, pointed at Dongfang and shouted:

"There is a situation there! Hurry up, sound the alarm on the east sea, and all personnel will take up their posts."

“Woo…”

In people's ears, the strong sea breeze whistled, the hustle and sharp sound of the air defense alarm echoed, and the survivors stationed in the Binhai Supply Station entered a state of preparation.

After receiving the warning, the lookout post, which occupied the commanding heights, immediately pointed the far north most of the time to the far north, and always guarded against the Japanese's invasion of the south to move to the vast sea area eastward. The fortress cannon at the supply station had already pointed to the east, and under the view of the high-power telescope, the situation of the fugitive fleet drifting on the sea was clearly visible. Because they felt that these guys at sea, who were similar to those of refugees, were not enough to call it a threat, and the loaded cannon did not open fire immediately.

The survivors of the Peach Blossom Land on the shore understood the crux of the matter. Then a small group of people left the supply station, rushed to the small pier of the fishing port, and launched a sailboat, slowly approaching the fleet of unknown origin.

"Don't shoot, we are here to join Peach Blossom Land. Do you know Wu Han?"

When the two sides were so close that they could see each other's eyebrows clearly, Zhao Manxiong, who was already ready, waved a white flag and shouted loudly. At this moment, in the sea breeze that was perceived, the people in the Peach Blossom Land couldn't hear clearly what the person on the other side was shouting, but the shaking white flag had already shown the other party's attitude.

Everyone on the sailboat discussed it, chose the guy with the biggest voice to lift the tweeter and said:

"Send a few representatives to come over, and no one else is allowed to move, otherwise we will shoot."

The situation is stronger than others! Although Zhao Manxiong, Zhang Gongdou and others were a little discouraged, but serious things should be done. The two untied a small boat tied to the raft and rowed the oars to approach the sailboat of the Taohuayuan people. When they arrived near, Zhao Manxiong slowly stood up, raised his hands carefully, and said:

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Manxiong. This is Zhang Gongdou. Do you know Wu Han?"

Hearing the sound, the survivors of the Peach Blossom Land immediately became energetic. They looked up and down at the two guys with thin figures and faces, and said:

"Yes! Our head is Wu Han, who are you? Where are you fighting? What are you here for?"

The question on the head was answered by the other party with a positive answer. Zhao Manxiong was so excited that he burst into tears, as if he had thousands of words, and he didn't know where to start. Seeing this, Zhang Gongdou, who was standing by, knew that Zhao Manxiong was too excited and would not be able to relieve himself for a while. He was worried that the other party would be anxious, so he quickly followed up and said:

"We came from the south to join Wu Han. He said that no matter when, as long as we are willing to come, he will take us in."

At this time, Zhao Manxiong's excitement and excitement were slightly calmed down, and he interrupted:

"Yes! Wu Han and I have always met each other. Can you contact him? I really want to have an interview with him."

Hearing Zhao Manxiong's words, the people of Peach Blossom Garden on the sailboat looked at each other and reported Wu Han's name in person. Regardless of whether the matter is true or false, they would handle it without asking Wu Han for instructions, for fear that they would not be able to fall into the future. They spent day and night together, and the garrisons at the supply station knew each other very well. After exchanging their eyes, they had already made a decision. The person led by the sailboat spoke:

"Since that's the case, you have to wait a while before we get ashore can contact you. Should you go ashore with us or wait for news here?"

Zhao Manxiong looked at Zhang Gongdou, and the two of them whispered for a moment, then Zhao Manxiong turned around and said:

"He stays, I'll go ashore with you."

No accident happened, so Zhao Manxiong took the sailboat of the supply station to board this strange land. Behind him, the refugee fleet several kilometers away from the coast was still undulating in the waves. After getting ashore, the survivors politely greeted Zhao Manxiong to see tea, prepared some food, and temporarily settled him and waited patiently for the news. How to deal with these outsiders is a special thing, and the people at the supply station dared not delay, and immediately contacted the Taohuayuan convoy on their way back through the radio as quickly as possible.

"Call! Call! I am Dahai, I am Dahai. Please transfer to Baishan No. 1, please transfer to Baishan No. 1."

The radio station of the Taohuayuan fleet was placed in the front car that Wu Han used to ride. When the communicator in the rear car received a call from the Binhai Supply Station, he immediately converted the signal into the cab. Seeing that the red light on the instrument panel in front of him began to flash, Wu Han put on the headset, pressed the call button, and said:

"Hey, I'm Wu Han, what happened?"

"Report, we found a group of unidentified foreign personnel. A middle-aged man in the lead claimed to be your friend. He said that he could just mention his name Zhao Manxiong to you. How to deal with it?"

From beginning to end, after carefully listening to the situation report of the supply station, Wu Han was already at a loss, but he also had a hint of doubt. Wu Han dared not say how many people there were under Zhao Manxiong's hands, and the error would not be as exaggerated as four-digit numbers. According to the scene description of the supply station personnel, the scale of this fleet was obviously not something that a few thousand people could support. To be safe, Wu Han did not answer immediately and continued to ask:
Chapter completed!