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After lunch, He Jian took Xiang Xin to the "black market" in the city. Although it is called a black market, it has been semi-open for a long time. Read М

The black market is located on a street in the south of the city. It is also the most lively place in the entire Jinglong city. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the refugee camp, and many good things have flowed out from there.

"Honey, how about this necklace? Does it look good on me?"

Xiang Xin held a necklace with a peacock pendant in front of her chest and compared it. She liked it no matter how she looked at it.

"It looks good." He Jian nodded, and then looked directly at the shop owner: "Boss, how much is this necklace?"

The shop owner looked at the police uniform on He Jian and did not dare to make a random offer. He smiled and said:

"Girl, you have good taste. This necklace is the best jewelry I have here. Look at the luster. It is 24K pure gold and weighs 35 grams. If you two really want it, just give 30,000 yuan."

"Hey, it's less than a thousand yuan per gram. There won't be any problem with your necklace, right?"

Xiang Xin immediately put down the necklace in her hand, and at the same time became alert in her heart.

"Don't worry, the necklace is definitely real gold. The price of gold here is like this." The shop owner was reluctant to say more.

He Jian certainly knew the reason, it was nothing more than the lower purchase price.

He had seen with his own eyes that a second-hand dealer exchanged a gold bracelet from a refugee camp for seven or eight steamed buns, making a profit of dozens of times.

Seeing her husband nodded, Xiang Xin was immediately moved and prepared to buy the necklace. Even if she didn't need it, it would be good to take it back to Yanjing to make a profit.

"I bought it. Can you pay with your mobile phone here?"

The shop owner pointed to the QR code on the side and replied: "Yes, just scan this."

He Jian couldn't let his wife pay, so he quickly transferred the money to the shop owner with his mobile phone. His salary and subsidies here were nearly 20,000 yuan a month, which was more than many white-collar workers.

The whole afternoon, the couple wandered around this street several times and bought a lot of jewelry, which added up to more than 100,000 yuan.

Xiang Xin was very excited. After all, it was a surprise.

The time together is always short. Since He Jian only took one day off, after dinner, he rushed back to the refugee camp overnight with some nutritional supplements.

Xiang Xin was unwilling to "stay alone in an empty room". In order to spend more days with He Jian, she went to the police station to sign up as a volunteer in the refugee camp without telling her husband.

Xiao Shao helped her with the registration procedures.

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The next morning, a convoy of more than 100 volunteers set off, and Xiang Xin was one of them.

Bored on the road, no mobile phone signal, several people in the car simply chatted.

"Yanjing has to cut off water every day?" A high school girl asked in surprise, you know, they haven't had water cuts in Jinglong yet!

Xiang Xin explained with a wry smile: "You are close to the Lancang River, and there are several reservoirs upstream, so of course there is no shortage of water.

Yanjing is different. All the rivers on the ground have stopped flowing, and several large reservoirs are estimated to not last long. How can there be no water limit?"

"What will you do in the future?"

"Rely on seawater desalination plants, otherwise what else can we do." Xiang Xin said helplessly.

"Wow, it turns out that the capital lacks water more than us!" A faint sense of superiority rose in the hearts of several Jinglong people.

Xiang Xin took the opportunity to change the topic: "Has anyone of you been to the refugee camp?"

"Our hospital has held several free clinics, and I have been there twice." A female doctor in her forties nodded.

"Doctor Yang, what is the refugee camp like?" Xiang Xin asked, and the others were also curious.

Doctor Yang sighed heavily: "The refugee camp is not a good place. It is just a large flat land with many shacks built on it. Hundreds of thousands of people are crowded together. Compared with it, the slums are simply heaven."

"What should we do at night?" Xiang Xin asked in confusion.

Although Jinglong is located relatively south, the temperature at night is also minus seven or eight degrees. Without heating, people will freeze to death at night.

"Roast by the fire. The trees on the surrounding mountains are dead. There are people in the refugee camp who are responsible for chopping wood every day.

Last month, due to heating problems, a big fire broke out in the camp, and thousands of people died at once." Doctor Yang sighed.

"This is too miserable. Why don't they build more houses for them to live in?" The high school girl couldn't help but speak again.

"No need." Doctor Yang shook his head. "The biggest problem in the refugee camp now is the lack of food, not the accommodation conditions."

The high school girl shut up. Speaking of food, Daxia also lacks it, and Jinglong lacks it even more. She is just simple, not really stupid.

Half an hour later, the refugee camp finally arrived. Before everyone got off the bus, they first smelled a foul odor.

Xiang Xin covered her nose and complained: "Isn't there a toilet here? Why is it so smelly?"

To be honest, she was a little discouraged.

Fortunately, Doctor Yang was well prepared and took out a few masks to distribute to everyone.

"Take it quickly, you will get used to it."

"Are you used to smelling bad?" Xiang Xin complained secretly.

After getting off the bus, the refugee camp was just as Doctor Yang said. Not only were the living conditions extremely poor, but even the refugees were skinny and looked a little scary.

After living in the dormitory and putting away the luggage, the people on the bus were quickly assigned to different positions.

Dr. Yang naturally went to the free clinic. The high school girl was assigned to take care of orphans, while Xiang Xin was unlucky and was assigned to the cafeteria, where it was said that the work was the hardest and most tiring.

But since we are here, we should make the best of it.

Xiang Xin quickly entered the working state. It was already past ten in the morning, and lunch was being prepared in the canteen.

However, the canteen here was a little different from what Xiang Xin had imagined. At least she didn't see any pots and pans, but only large stoves that were three or four meters high.

"Master Bao, what are these stoves used for?"

Master Bao is the chef in the canteen. He is not a volunteer, but is paid.

"Of course it is used for cooking. Otherwise, how can we, with hundreds of thousands of people in the refugee camp, handle it with just a few dozen of us?" Master Bao replied with a smile.

"Cooking? How to cook?" Xiang Xin asked curiously.

Master Bao climbed to the top of the stove, then opened the stove door above and introduced:

"See, put the raw materials and water here, and after it is filled, just steam it for ten minutes, and the food will be ready."

"So convenient? How many people can this stove feed?"

"About a thousand people!"

"Master Bao, what do refugees usually eat?" Xiang Xin became interested.

Master Bao led Xiang Xin to the warehouse, "The raw materials are all here, we just need to mix them according to the proportion."

Xiang Xin stepped forward and took a look, "Wow", this is too stingy, it's even worse than pig food, not to mention the bran, at least it's edible.

But what the hell is this sawdust?

Master Bao saw through Xiang Xin's little thoughts at a glance, and explained earnestly:

"Xiao Xiang, don't think it's too much, these are insignificant in our country, but for those refugees, they are life-saving food."

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