Chapter 921: Damn Federal guys

There were many things Pedro asked to be dismantled; if according to his requirements, the entire camp would seem to be dismantled.

For example, he asked for all the tents to be dismantled; these large pieces of cloth were good materials for holding wheat.

And all the door panels and round things that could be used as pulleys or wheels.

These were the main materials for the camp and tents; taking these things away, the camp naturally wouldn't have anything left.

Pedro asked them to do this, only to achieve one goal—taking away more food.

Using the cloth of the tents or something, you could hold more food, and then cooperate with wooden boards to support, and cooperate with round wood or wheels, it would be easier to transport in the jungle.

Many people around gathered over; although this camp hadn't been born for a long time, it gave these people some profound things.

Home.

Home is not just a place where people can relax, but also an important emotional sustenance.

In this terrible environment and background, home for some people might be more important than food.

This word is easy to spell, but the feelings contained in it are not so easy to obtain!

The time they spent together here was short, but also very deep, deep to the point that people felt uncomfortable just thinking about dismantling this camp.

This is like Pedro suddenly asking them to dismantle their home; they couldn't do this, at least before being persuaded, they couldn't do it.

Pedro looked at the crowd gathered over; he knew he had to say something.

After ten seconds, he raised his hand to signal people to be quiet. "This batch of food is actually a trap."

The crowd around widened their eyes and looked at him in an instant, as if they couldn't believe what he said!

Only a few people showed expressions of realization or understanding.

These people were not teachers, but parents of students; they had come into contact with higher social forms, so they already understood something.

Pedro looked at those people who still didn't know what happened; his voice was not loud, but everyone around could hear clearly.

"This batch of food comes from the Republic of Jiede; it is a part of the 500,000 tons of food aided by the Republic of Jiede to Lapa."

"The Federal people destroyed the railway and derailed the train; we are actually stealing this part of the aided food."

"Undoubtedly, this is Diego's food!"

When he said Diego's name, the originally restless crowd suddenly quieted down.

The "Zhuolan Massacre" was not long ago; perhaps the bloody smell near Zhuolan still remained until now.

The psychological trauma caused by that bloody massacre was not easy to solve, and the expression it left behind was fear!

Deep fear!

They actually stole Diego's wealth?

Some people trembled and supported the things beside them, and some couldn't stand steadily.

Their faces were all expressions of astonishment, shock, uneasiness, and fear.

There were even people who made sounds. "Or... let's send this food back!"

Some people looked at the person who spoke; it was an old man who looked fifty or sixty years old. He hunched his body, thin to the point of skin and bones, looking as if he would fall down at any time.

Pedro shook his head. "Even if you send the food back, when Diego finds you, he will still kill you!"

"His brutality, I believe everyone knows; do you think he will let you go because you sent the food back, or didn't find food in our camp?"

"No!"

"He won't!"

"He will ask you, why didn't you stop those people, are you in the same group as them?"

"Then kill you!"

His voice was very loud. This time, everyone could hear it. He looked at the black crowd around; actually, he didn't know how many people gathered over, just giving him a lot of feeling.

So much that it gave him a feeling that as long as they united, they could overcome difficulties!

This made him think of the sentence "Unity is strength" that Lanse said to them during those seven days!

Yes, as long as they united, they possessed the power to break the class!

"And, can you continue to endure hunger?"

"Can you endure it, your family, children, parents, partners, can they endure it?"

"The damage caused by hunger to people will accompany you for a lifetime; even if you can endure today, what about tomorrow?"

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"You can't keep enduring it!"

"Some people say, it will be fine when autumn comes..."

"But, how many of the more than 1,000 brothers and sisters here, as well as those old and young people, can wait for autumn?"

"What if the situation hasn't improved by autumn?"

A series of rhetorical questions made everyone close their mouths. The current situation was indeed not easy to pass; no one dared to say that they would definitely be able to hold out until the autumn harvest.

And they heard some news, saying that some places had eaten the seeds used for planting!

Just like they dug potatoes from the ground, as long as they weren't too green, they would eat them after burning them.

Compared to death, hunger is obviously more tormenting!

No one spoke, it was very quiet, but Pedro knew this was an opportunity, an opportunity to consolidate his position!

"Now, the choice is in your hands!"

"Is it to choose not to anger Diego and his army, choose to continue to endure hunger, and don't know when you will return to the embrace of God because of organ failure."

"Or choose to live, for survival, for the future, and go with us to take the food away, and let Diego and his army go to hell!"

"The choice is in your own hands!"

"Those who want to leave, you can leave now; I definitely won't stop you."

"But for those who stay, I don't hope you will talk about these topics again, topics that make us give up, or make us obey!"

"If you want to obey, want to give up, you can leave here at any time."

"I won't keep you, but I also hope you don't say anything frustrating, or create panic, before leaving."

"Otherwise!", he looked around. "I will punish you!"

After saying this, he looked at those he trusted in this team. "Go and cook the wheat, cook all the wheat, we will eat our fill before going over!"

His colleague was a bit confused by his sudden decision. "But won't this delay our time?"

"Cooking now takes at least thirty or forty minutes..."

Pedro shook his head. "Thirty or forty minutes is not enough for us to come back again, and I didn't plan to stay here."

He spoke very loudly, not avoiding the people around at all; he directly stated his idea of leaving here.

This place is too close to the scene; maybe they will find the traces they left behind during the military's search, thereby bringing a disaster.

Instead of staying here and praying that Diego's people won't find the traces they left near the railway, and track them here.

It's better to leave as soon as possible. At least leaving now, their danger will be greatly reduced.

His colleague thought for a while, didn't continue to oppose his opinion, but chose to support it.

In this process, some people were indeed unwilling to bear these terrible consequences and took the initiative to leave.

For the choices of these people, Pedro respected them; in any group, it is impossible for there to be only one person's voice forever.

Someone comes, someone goes, this is the norm.

Those who came and didn't leave, it's simply unrealistic!

The part that left was only a small part.

The entire camp was very silent, until the cooked wheat was carried to the very middle by people.

Large pots and large pots of wheat kernel porridge firmly attracted people's attention.

It couldn't be said that they could eat their fill, but it was enough to let people eat a little before setting off to leave.

No messy food, just the simplest boiled wheat kernels.

But the simplest things, at this moment, emitted the most fatal attraction!

The boiled wheat didn't add any other things, just the thick fragrance emitted by the food itself was enough to make many people unable to sit still.

They took whatever they used to hold food and began to line up spontaneously.

The spoon stirred a few times in the pot, and the wheat kernels mixed with some water began to roll.

The wheat kernels were boiled into flowers, many had already cracked, constantly rolling, and the fragrance constantly dispersed, which became wheat kernel porridge.

The thick and thick fragrance made everyone unable to move their eyes away.

Since November last year, they hadn't eaten such a "formal" meal again.

Most of the food was added with some other food to improve satiety, improve hunger resistance, and reduce food loss.

How long had it been since the people here, or even most people in Lapa, had eaten a normal lunch or dinner?

Pedro himself also wanted a bowl and tasted it carefully.

The simple fragrance emitted by the wheat kernels gave people an unimaginable and irresistible power at this moment!

Everyone was eating in silence; this was the best meal they had eaten in these days.

All were small wheat kernels, no stones, no sand, and no weeds seen everywhere, no broken wood fibers, no...

Just a simple portion of boiled wheat kernels was enough to make people make a decision on this issue.

Someone asked, "Can we always have wheat to eat in the future?"

Pedro waved his fist hard. "Not just wheat, but also vegetables and meat!"

The emotions of those people around obviously became high after his sentence, and the speed at which they ate food began to accelerate!

It seems that a beautiful tomorrow is right in front of them?

Watching everyone eat so seriously, Pedro shook his head slightly and began to enjoy his own share.

Actually, he could feel people's confusion; he was actually very confused now too.

Eating lunch took a total of one hour, and afterward, people began to act. The entire camp was dismantled. Pedro said that after getting the food, they wouldn't come back again, and this place was abandoned.

Standing outside the camp, Pedro looked at the dilapidated camp for the last time and left without looking back.

At dinner time in the evening, Diego thought of this matter. While enjoying the pan-fried small steak, he asked the butler, "I remember Jiede said that the food they aided was sent over today, right?"

The butler bowed slightly. "Yes, sir."

The butler's confirmation made Diego put down the knife and fork in confusion. He raised his head and glanced at the clock, then turned his head to look at the butler. "But it's already seven o'clock, yet no one told me the news of the train arriving at the station!"

This sentence was not to let the butler tell him what happened, but he was telling the butler that you should go and find out what happened for me.

The butler answered immediately. "I'll go and understand it right away."

Diego nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, as soon as possible, I don't like the feeling of being out of control."

After saying this, he picked up the knife and fork again and began to cut the small steak that had just been fried.

Being a president is very tiring; there are always some things that cannot happen, develop, and end as he wishes.

For example, the sudden appearance of Federal people!

Their appearance made Diego have less and less appetite now, especially Lanse and his group, they actually dared to threaten him!

But, he still had no way at all, which made him feel very stuffy!

Only food, only food was best to him; not only would it not find his trouble, but it could also satisfy his appetite.

The steak was very tender, and it was easy to cut it under the cooperation of the knife and fork. Diego's movements were very flexible; this was one of the few things he could perform very well.

A piece of beef was inserted by the dinner fork, wrapped in the sauce on the plate, and put into the mouth. The wonderful feeling made a faint smile appear on Diego's face.

At this moment, all troubles disappeared!

No fat person is starved out; they are all piled up by food, and Diego is no exception.

Others eating steak might be enough with one portion; he needs "a large portion," at least one pound or more, maybe even more.

Plus other food, he easily ingested too much food in his "not much" lunch or dinner. He didn't think he ate a lot, but he did eat a lot.

But it must be said that dining is happy.

After about ten minutes, the butler returned to the dining table with a serious face. He walked to Diego's side, bent his waist, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Diego noticed the butler's move, and he already had some preparation in his heart.

After he swallowed the fruit juice in his mouth, he asked without looking back. "How is it?"

"Where did my food go?"

The butler was silent for two seconds before saying, "In the morning, they set off from the... supply station in the border area. According to the speed of the train, it should have arrived at the transfer station in the afternoon and arrived in Zhuolan before dawn tomorrow."

Diego put down the fruit juice in his hand. "Should?"

The butler bent his waist and lowered his head. "Now they are gone."

"The transfer station hasn't seen any train pass by until now; maybe it had an accident on the way!"

Diego's expression was obviously dissatisfied. "Then let people look for it!"

Soon the army began to act. Although they hadn't discovered the train and the current situation of the train, Diego had a premonition.

His food was stolen!

Always like this, always like this!

Since those damn Federal people came to Lapa, he hadn't had any smooth things!

He hammered the table hard, and those empty plates "jumped" one after another.

Damn Federal guys!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 922 =====