My Arknights Life Diary

Tallulah and the Patriot did not avoid Tu Fang, or rather, they tacitly approved of Tu Fang's presence in the meeting.

Through their conversation, Tu Fang also found out what was going on.

The Patriots came to Tallulah because of food, or rather, because of the new batch of infected people.

The newly infected people took away more food, but some of them were unwilling to work. How did that saying go? Yes, that's right, "Human desires are like rolling stones on a mountain. Once they start, they can never stop." They don't cherish what they have already obtained, they just ask for more.

They believe that as long as they come to the Integration Movement, they will have no worries about food and clothing, but they don't know, or they know but don't want to admit that their food is obtained through the labor of other infected people.

The peace they were able to live was earned by the patriots, the Frost Stars, and the entire combat team.

There are such people in almost every batch of newly infected people, who are grateful when they join.

When the lazy ones among them were expelled, they cursed. They cursed the Integration Movement and accused the so-called combat teams of not working much but getting much better food than them. They knew it in their hearts but they just didn't want to admit it.

But every time, when the Patriots wanted to expel them, Tallulah would plead for them, saying that they would be given some more time, and that all this was only temporary. But it was the same every time. The Patriots gave them time, but they continued to do the same as before, picking up the bowl to eat and putting it down to curse. The final result was still being expelled.

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"So Mr. Patriot, I still hope you can give them some more time. They may just need a rest. They may have suffered a lot during their arrival at the Integration Movement..."

"enough!"

The Patriot interrupted Tallulah loudly.

"Tallulah...you know very well...that things like this have happened...many times...before...and they won't...change."

"Mr. Patriot, I just want to give them some more time. I believe they will still change."

"You...have already given...me time...once...and...you said the same thing...last time."

"But......."

Tallulah wanted to speak again

"No.......but..."

The Patriots still refused.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Tu Fang spoke weakly.

"Well...I have a method, do you want to listen to it?"

"Go ahead."

The Patriot was the first to reply.

Next, Tu Fangbian explained the method in his mind. His method was also very simple. To put it bluntly, it was the task execution system.

A thing similar to currency but not currency is promoted in the camp. Tu Fang calls it points. Points can only be obtained through certain tasks. Tasks are uniformly issued by the camp and posted on the task board. Daily tasks include but are not limited to chopping wood, cleaning the camp, and repairing damaged objects.

Some special tasks, such as patrol missions, are performed by dedicated personnel, such as combat team members, and the points obtained are greatly improved compared to ordinary daily tasks.

Points can be used to exchange for food, and points are non-tradable. Everyone's point data is managed centrally by the camp, etc. I won't go into details here. In short, this is a set of methods that Tu Fang summed up from the games he played before.

"It treats... the symptoms but not the root cause."

This is the evaluation of patriots.

"But at least it's better than nothing, isn't it?"

Tallulah added.

"It's better than nothing, but you overlooked one thing. The cultural and educational level of the infected is generally very low. The few with higher education levels basically have their own things to do. For example, I need to handle daily camp affairs, Alina needs to take care of the children, and the Patriots need to train combat teams, etc."

Tu Fang understood what Tallulah wanted to express. It was simple to come up with an idea, but what was really lacking was people who could carry it out. The average cultural level of the camp was very low, and the implementation of the points system required some people to coordinate and calculate the points. Those who could do it had other things to do. Thinking of this, Tu Fang spoke.

"I think I can give it a try."

Tu Fang believed that as a freshman, his brain had not completely degenerated. It was just keeping accounts, so it shouldn't be too difficult, right?

"You? You really can?"

"I should be able to do it."

At this moment, the Patriot suddenly spoke.

"You can... let him... try... Tu Fang has calluses on his... middle finger and... ring finger... These... are usually... marks... left... by... long-term... writing... Tu Fang... must... have... received... a... long... education... in the past."

It was rare for Patriot to speak so many words at once. As a soldier, he had observed Tu Fang thoroughly when he first met him, but Tallulah did not notice so many details.

"Since Mr. Patriot has spoken, then Tu Fang, you should stay for a while. We will work together to improve the points system and wait for the right time to announce it."

After hearing what the Patriot said, Tallulah no longer hesitated and agreed immediately. Perhaps Tu Fang's method was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution, and perhaps this was not the most perfect solution, but as Tu Fang said, having a solution is always better than having no solution.