My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 275 Isolation
Everyone present, except for Lao Xin, was stunned by the mountain of wheat bran that Xin Lao Liu released.

Many of the refugees from Fengzhou across the river also witnessed this scene.

They simply saw a mountain of grain suddenly appear and, without thinking twice, rushed toward it.

"Bang." The young man at the front slammed his head against the spatial wall, blocked solidly.

Xin Nian stared at the people opposite her with a cold and emotionless face.

Several people even went crazy with anxiety, banging their heads against the spatial wall repeatedly.

Xin Wenyuan spoke up promptly, "Everyone, line up quickly and don't push each other. I just counted you all; there are a total of 279 people. Please call out your numbers when the grain is distributed. Everyone will receive grain; there's no need to fight over it. Just line up."

The crowd began to jostle and line up, with many people still arguing, each wanting to be at the front of the line and no one willing to be at the back.

Although the noble person can receive grain without having to fight for it, who knows? What if they are at the end of the line and there is none left?

Therefore, nobody wants to be at the back of the line, and the front remains in complete chaos.

Chang Mianmian calmly pulled out a small megaphone and shouted in a clear, loud voice, "Attention everyone! Attention! Stop fighting and scrambling, line up according to the numbers you just registered."

"Line up by number! One, two, three, four, five, come to the front!"

Those whose names were called out quickly grabbed their families and carried their babies, running forward, which made the group in front even more chaotic.

Many people who were crowded at the front were indignant, saying, "Why? We've been queuing here for ages! And now they say we have to queue by number?"

"I do what I want!" Chang Mianmian demonstrated her instantaneous change of attitude, cursing, "What? Just because I'm distributing grain doesn't mean I have to listen to all of you nagging?"

"You guys come with number 133, and I have to flip through the booklet to find it. Then you come with number 66, and I have to keep flipping back to find it. Sixty-six? You're giving me face, aren't you? If you don't want the food, get out. Stop talking so much nonsense."

"Anyone else who wants grain, line up according to your numbers! One, two, three, four, five, what are you waiting for? Come forward!"

"Coming, coming, coming!" The honest farmer nodded repeatedly, grabbed his wife and baby, and called to the rest of his brothers to rush forward.

The scene quieted down, and the refugees began to line up obediently. Even those who were originally at the front of the line could only lower their heads, suppress their discomfort, and move to the back.

What can we do when they have the grain in their hands? We can only listen to them.

The group leader stood with his hands behind his back next to Xiao Chang. Seeing that everyone had started to line up steadily, he praised Comrade Xiao Chang in his heart.

So it really depends on young people being quick-witted. Just line up by number to receive the grain, and check off each item in the register – that's so convenient!

Chang Mianmian, holding a small loudspeaker, called out again, "Fellow villagers, you really don't need to worry. Just register and line up as we told you to, and I guarantee that everyone will receive their grain."

"According to the instructions given by our commander, each of you will be given twelve catties of wheat bran."

Upon hearing that it was twelve catties, the refugees erupted in excitement once again, their faces beaming with barely concealed emotion.

Twelve catties, they actually got twelve catties of wheat bran for free?
Although eating too much of this stuff can cause bloating and throat congestion, it's still safer and healthier than eating wasteland...

Meanwhile, the three clerks had already directed the patrolmen to bring over a long wooden table and benches, which they placed in front of the grain pile.

Xin Nian suddenly produced an electronic scale, which made Xin Wenyuan and Chang Mianmian's eyes twitch.

Old Xin lowered his voice and said, "Girl, you're being too blatant."

"Whatever." Xin Laoliu is completely letting loose now... What's there to be afraid of? If you're not happy, bring it on. Of course, he'll do whatever makes him comfortable. If there are conditions, why not make the work easier for his own people?

The clerks circled around the electronic scale, studying it intently.

Chang Mianmian then taught them simple operations and how to recognize numbers. The three clerks were amazed by this and eagerly competed to operate it.

"Then you guys keep busy here." Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Xin Nian simply asked the patrolman to call over the leaders of the refugee team for questioning.

“I know the basic information of all thirty-six patients. Tell me in detail about what happened along the way.”

The four leaders were all very respectful to Xin Nian.

How could they not be respectful? This was a great benefactor they met halfway through their journey, who gave them water and food, and it was a completely unconditional gift!

They were truly the benefactors who pulled them back from the brink of death.

Those who can be leaders are not stupid or dull-witted, and naturally they would not be like some dim-witted people who would argue with the important people and ask all sorts of questions.

Why the hell? Why so many questions? Whether they give it to you or not is just a matter of a single sentence.

You think you can just rob me or what? Do you think you can beat them? One slash from their sword and the sky will collapse, the earth will shatter, and the sun and moon will lose their light!

Having witnessed their great abilities, they still dare to whine and refuse to accept their orders; they're just asking for trouble.

"Thank you, thank you." One of the leaders cupped his hands in thanks to Xin Nian and said, "I am Chen Dawei, the village head of Xiagoutou Village, Zhixian County, Fengzhou."

“These are all my brothers from the same village.”

"Please rest assured, sir. Many of our team members have fallen ill along the way, but most of them died from exhaustion, thirst, or starvation."

"As for these patients, although we know that keeping them around could easily cause trouble, their families insist, so we can't just kick them out of the group without distinguishing right from wrong."

"So if a family member gets sick, we arrange for them to walk at the very back of the procession, and their meals and accommodations are also separate for each family."

"We have already informed the doctors sent by the esteemed person about the situation we have gathered. Based on our observations over the past few days, we suspect that the patient with the tumor on his face probably drank some unclean water."

"Those with red eyes became like that after eating the wasteland."

"Moreover, one of them had red eyes. He suddenly went berserk in the group and died a couple of days after being tied up."

"Neither of these two types of people transmitted the disease to others. So although there were always people in the team who objected and felt that we shouldn't take these sick people on the road, we ultimately decided to leave them behind because they weren't contagious."

The village chief of Gou Tou Village explained the situation very clearly, and Xin Nian understood it after listening to it once.

That's true. If there were any danger, those families with sick members would probably have been expelled from the team long ago.

"Red-eyed people can go berserk? What are the specific symptoms? Have you told the medical team?"

The village chief of Xiagoutou Village nodded. "We have explained to Dr. Cheng and the others the cause of the patient's illness, the nature of the condition, how the disease will eventually develop, and whether it will ultimately endanger his life."

"Does a person with conjunctivitis go berserk and attack wildly?"

"Does it bite? Have any people it has bitten undergone any unusual changes?"

Xin Wenyuan couldn't listen to it anymore and tugged at his little daughter, who was having a wildly divergent train of thought.