When the leader saw that the soldier had not returned, he asked Yao Ran, "Excuse me, Miss. Where is the young soldier who went with you?"
Yao Ran explained the situation to the leader and then said, "He said he would help us guard the house so that we can come here to get supplies."
The leader nodded and said to the other soldier, "Open the box, register the name, and then distribute the supplies. One pack of supplies for each household registration."
"Yes, sir."
While the soldier was busy opening the boxes, Yao Ran said, "Long Yu, you should go back and get your household registration book."
Before Long Yu could speak, the leader took a pack of supplies from the box and said, "No need. He had registered his name."
After speaking, he handed the pack of supplies to Long Yu. Seeing this, Yao Ran looked at the two of them thoughtfully but said nothing.
Soon, people who were living on the lower floor also came one after another. Yao Ran and her friends lined up, registered their names, and then received a pack of supplies.
After everyone got their share, Long Yu said goodbye to the leader and left with his friends.
Just as they reached the door, they heard a woman living in apartment number 1803 say, "Comrade, there are eight people in my family. How can you just give me one pack of supplies? This is not enough at all."
The soldier shook his head and explained patiently, "Each household registration can only receive one pack of supplies. If you get your share, please leave. Don't hinder others."
The woman was unconvinced and pointed at Yao Ran, "She lives alone, but you gave her one pack of supplies. This is unfair! If you give her one pack, you should give me eight packs because there are eight people in my family!"
When other residents heard her words, they also started complaining.
"That's right. We have many people in our family, but we only get one pack of supplies. Why do people who live alone get the same amount of supplies as we do? This is not fair."
"Yes. Comrade, the distribution of materials must be based on the number of people to be fair."
Seeing more and more people joining the protest, the leader pointed his gun to the sky and shot.
Bang!
These days, he met many such people. Every time he distributed supplies, those people would find trouble and force the soldiers to do what they wanted.
Fed up with their protests, the leader coldly said, "Take it or get lost."
The residents were so frightened by the leader's fierce expression that they shut up instantly. With the leader guarding the supplies and another soldier guarding the 20th floor, no one dares to cause trouble.
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