Chapter 311 Doubt life

Author: Nongxue Tianzi

Chapter 311 Doubt life

The heavy rain finally stopped.

All the citizens who participated in the disaster relief in Los Angeles and were trapped in every corner looked at the white clouds and blue sky after the rain cleared up. Many people couldn't hold back and shed two lines of tears.

Without experiencing the disaster, one would never know how difficult it was for our ancestors to live in that great disaster.

They were only trapped by heavy rain for more than ten days, but their ancestors endured fires, earthquakes, flash floods, droughts and cold waves for hundreds of years, and they managed to survive without losing their country or species, and they also defeated the disasters, and now we are here.

This is a great country that is facing difficulties from all sides.

At this time, it was already New Year's Eve.

Mu Qingyun helped handle the final finishing work in Luo City and unclogged the sewer system. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to face the media who arrived in the cold wind and heavy rain. Instead of joining in the excitement of the government, they came in droves.

Friends laughed and said: "Everyone, the most important thing for us now is not to have a good meal and then sleep soundly? Don't rush around outside in the wind and rain, let's go have a meal together.

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A group of experts who came from all over the world did not join in the dinner. No one even showed their faces, and their heads were wrapped tightly, just like the suspect Xiao Heizi in the comics. When they saw the reporter carrying a camera, he raised his hand

The microphones swarmed in and disappeared like a frightened hare.

Reporters: "..."

Netizens who are watching the live broadcast with great anticipation: "..."

"Did I see it wrong? Why did I see someone jump off the cliff without taking the walking ladder? Isn't he a human?"

"Maybe it's a bird. Although he is wearing red reflective clothes, which seems to be the same as those worn by Mr. Mu and other volunteers, but cats can wear such clothes, why can't big birds?"

As soon as the camera turned, the audience just saw a man in red clothes flying down from the tree, and then flew almost straight up and down the cliff without moving... and ran down.

Everyone: "...Ah!"

The cameraman was very quick and finally managed to capture the face this time.

The person in the camera is wearing a half-face mask, revealing only slightly sharp and delicate eyebrows. However, looking horizontally, vertically, left and right, she is also a pretty handsome girl!

A group of netizens had been doubting life for a long time, and then saw Mr. Mu explain seriously in the live broadcast: "Of course they are not cultivators, I only invite volunteers who like extreme sports, such as rock climbing and mountain parkour.

, they don’t like being in the camera, please stop taking pictures.”

Reporters: "..."

Suddenly, a series of English words appeared on the barrage in the live broadcast room.

There are many water friends in the live broadcast room, because it involves the floods in Los Angeles and university towns. Even some Ming people abroad are particularly concerned about the situation here. They are watching the live broadcast in the dormitory, and some roommates also follow.

Take a glance.

Just now, there happened to be a foreign friend who was very obsessed with the Ming Dynasty's "Kung Fu" and "immortal cultivation". Well, he called cultivation "magic". In short, he saw the people of Mu Qingyun's rescue team coming from the top of the mountain.

When I flew up and down, I immediately went crazy.

"Oh my God, it's true that they all lied to me. People from the Ming Dynasty are obviously good at magic!"

His Mingguo roommate was also very doubtful about life. He grabbed his neck and asked questions, making him dizzy and unable to deal with it.

Anyway, now that he can confidently tell his roommates that there are no immortals in the Ming Dynasty, and that everyone is just ordinary people with mortal bodies, it always feels like nonsense and very lacking in confidence.

The group finally moved to the camp.

As soon as he entered the door, the reporter couldn't help but take a step back.

The camp was so lively. Rescue workers wearing the same style of reflective life jackets were lying on portable folding beds and sleeping in the dark wrapped in thick quilts. Some were sitting around the long dining table, eating big meals.

Looking at the dining table, the reporter suddenly believed the boasts about Qingyun Entertainment's food on the Internet. From various expensive ingredients to home-cooked meals that didn't look ordinary at all, there was everything on the table.

On the ground next to it, there is a bucket of XJ pilaf on the left, a bucket of Lanzhou Ramen soup on the right, roasted whole lamb, stewed in iron pots, etc., all neatly placed at the table, no matter how many volunteers come to support from all over the world.

Everyone can enjoy the taste of their hometown.

The reporters saw everyone's enthusiasm for eating, and it was obvious that the food was quite authentic.

In fact, for the first time, this group of volunteers from far and wide felt that doing things like theirs was not all about hard work day and night.

They were mentally prepared to have nothing to eat, nothing to wear, and a shabby place where they could just lie down and sleep. As a result, although the hard work was very hard, they had warm and comfortable clothes to change at will and various rescue tents.

The quality cannot be compared with a real house, but it is not much worse. It can be easily cleaned every day.

In addition, there is no shortage of food and drink, but the shortage of manpower is a fact. There is a shortage of people everywhere in Luo City. Although the relief soldiers are overcoming the most difficult difficulties, many citizens who are not in danger are in such a situation.

In the environment, people also need help.

Fang Che poured the braised pork into his own bowl and devoured it with big mouthfuls. The little girl with a ponytail on the phone gave him a big heart sign and said sweetly, "Thank you, uncle." It was really heart-wrenching.

Nuan, he thought of his sister's little baby, so when he got home, he bought his sister's little girl her favorite excavator.

His lovely niece is not interested in all the dolls and other things that girls like. I don’t know why, but she likes excavators, airplanes, trains and the like.

"Brother Wang, it's yours."

Lu Yi smiled and handed over a gift bag.

Fang Che was startled.

Lu Yi and others prepared small souvenirs for all the members of the kayaking association who were called by him, as well as the volunteers who participated, including a gift bag for each person.

Everyone couldn't help but be very happy.

Kayaking members all receive a basic salary. Other volunteers had no intention of receiving any material rewards, but Mu Qingyun still gave them a certain amount of food supplements and transportation subsidies. It was not much, but it still made people happy.

Apart from the sense of mission to save our compatriots, there is also a little bit of happiness.

Most of them asked for leave, delayed their own work, put down their husbands, wives, children, and the elderly, and came to help with a sincere heart. If you really count, the loss is quite considerable. Now Mu Qingyun is particularly sincere.

He said: "For no other reason than not to treat kind-hearted people who are willing to do good things badly, if you take this money, it will be of great merit."

Everyone suddenly burst out laughing, and the little awkwardness in their hearts was instantly wiped away.

Now when everyone opened the souvenirs and took a look, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone's souvenirs are actually different. They are all things they mentioned in their daily chats that they like, including a pen engraved with the words "Los Angeles Disaster Relief Memorial", a square scarf with a commemorative medal, and

Fang Che’s, a set of engineering vehicles engraved with commemorative words.
Chapter completed!