Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute-Chapter 188 - 187 The Grain Crisis Erupted (7)

Chapter 188 -187 The Grain Crisis Erupted (7)

Chapter 188 -187 The Grain Crisis Erupted (7)

Every day, the government building was bustling with people coming and going.

Each leader’s face looked as if it was smeared with soot, frighteningly dark.

The food was gone, the land was ruined, and the emergency grain reserves were depleted. Leaders from various provinces and cities called daily, requesting support.

How could their leaders not have a headache, not feel frustrated?

Food was scarce even for them; the citizens below could only gnaw on bread and eat instant noodles. Crying over a bite of rice, how could they help others, how could they provide support?

But what could they do if they didn’t provide support – simply watch countless disaster victims starve to death?

In the office of the top leader, heads of departments all gathered for a meeting to discuss response policies.

There was food, but aside from the national reserves which couldn’t be touched until allocations were directed from the higher central government, there was some local reserve food. However, at this critical juncture, scandals about privately embezzled food emerged. At the door, reporters with long and short cameras waited to ask what good disaster relief strategies the government had under the crisis, and how the private embezzlement of public supplies by certain individuals, who disregarded public safety, was to be accounted for.

What good disaster relief strategies could there be?

How could this be accounted for?

Brazenly managing disaster relief and forcefully making those who embezzled spit it out – what else could be done?

The entire country was in chaos, and as regional authorities, they naturally had to strive at all costs to ensure the safety of their governance!

Like a hot oil pan, the military commander stationed in C city personally oversaw the front lines, leading his troops to fully cooperate with government officials to minimize the risk factor in C city.

But what they faced were not others, but ordinary citizens. Clashes were inevitable, and after several days, due to conflicts arising from the city’s lockdown and quarantine, many soldiers were wounded.

You can’t just shoot your own people, can you?

The hardest part was just like this, you could only block, not attack.

Didn’t the military commander feel heartache?

Those were his own soldiers, his own flesh and blood. They had just finished disaster rescue slogging through mud and water, hadn’t even caught their breath, and next thing someone was scratching and hitting them all over, wounding them – how could he not feel pained?

Finally, seeing the situation about to spiral out of control and unable to drag on any longer, they resorted to forceful suppression and at last managed to control the tense situation on the outskirts of the city.

The leaders of the military and government finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thereafter, all the main thoroughfares in and out of C city were barricaded with isolation belts, while personnel were deployed to manage and settle external disaster victims. Food, water, and living supplies were urgently dispatched from the warehouses to the suburbs.

The people at the gymnasium shelter could only learn what was happening through the daily news and broadcasts.

Now, unlike before, the lighting and television could at least be left on at will, but now, the public television could only be turned on at fixed times, watching only the central and local news.

Su Shu watched the news every day, using it to compare the differences with the crises in her previous life.

After a few days of watching, aside from daily propaganda urging citizens to persevere and overcome difficulties broadcasted to the citizens, Su Shu felt the situation was not much different from her previous life.

The food shortage problem was still spreading from the top down.

Su Shu saw that the local government, in the face of the sudden crisis, had shown commendable rapid and decisive decision-making and action.

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The casualty rate after the flood seemed slightly lower than in her last lifetime.

But she also felt a vague concern. Now in the summer, with high temperatures, after the flood, an epidemic was highly likely to break out, almost inevitably so. The only difference was whether it could be controlled.

Now, with such chaos outside the city, pulling so many military and police forces to maintain order, what would they do if an epidemic broke out within the city?