He Family Manor, temporary camp.
Ning Chenyang was squatting under a big tree, wolfing down a steamed bun, when the company commander's shout for assembly suddenly came: "Everyone who's finished eating, gather up. Some volunteers have brought supplies for us and for the people in the disaster area, everyone move and help carry the supplies."
He'd been busy all morning and had just caught his breath; he had no intention of going along to move supplies.
His stomach was still growling with hunger; he wanted to fill it up first.
Five two-ton trucks stopped in front of the camp. The tailgates were opened, and the warriors, under the company commander's orders, all jumped onto the trucks to start unloading.
On the trucks were bottled water, instant noodles, flour, brand-new quilts, as well as eggs and fruit, and even some medicine.
These were exactly the things they were short of right now.
The volunteers bringing this stuff really were like delivering charcoal in a snowstorm.
