"I'm joining!"
A man stepped forward.
He had a scruffy beard and looked around fifty, his dirty face filled with madness.
"Lao Liu, have you gone mad from hunger?"
His friend grabbed him, shouting angrily.
"Mad? In this godforsaken world, maybe madmen have it better than us."
The man called Lao Liu clenched his fist and cursed:
"Damn it, I'm tired of playing the fool. Isn't it just death? Can it be worse than living?
Even if I die, I'd rather die full."
"I'm joining too, I'm also part of the Settlement Camp. Now that the camp is in trouble, even if I have no skills, I have to help out!"
Another person stepped forward.
"Let's do it, it's just death, who's afraid of whom!"
...
One after another, people stepped forward.
The officer shouting laughed heartily and generously had them registered. After registration, they could eat and drink to their fill.
"Seriously, since when did these people's awareness get so high? Have they really gone stupid from hunger?"
