In a chaotic world of infrastructure development, a woman's path to survival after being reborn

Zhao Zexuan naturally agreed with this clear and straightforward method, saying, "Then I'll have the soldiers record it; that way it will be much clearer."

Upon hearing this, Su Li nodded in agreement and said, "This is indeed convenient for management, and it is also beneficial for the implementation of the work point system."

"Then let's distribute the cotton-padded clothes like this tomorrow. Let's distribute the supplies and food in the team first. Now that everyone has a place to live, let's give each family some things to get through this period first," Zhao Zexuan said.

Su Li had no objection to the distribution of cotton-padded clothes, but she wanted to ask, "Should we implement a work-point system?"

Perhaps understanding Su Li's concerns, Zhao Zexuan said, "I will discuss this with the generals tomorrow morning, and we should have a result by the afternoon. I will send someone to inform you of the result."

Upon hearing this, Su Li nodded in agreement and said, "Thank you for your help."

"It's no trouble at all. I should be thanking you on behalf of everyone," Zhao Zexuan said solemnly.

"Whether the work point system can be implemented smoothly and whether it can be accepted by the people is still unknown. Your thanks are premature. Thank me after we achieve some results," Su Li said, waving her hand.

Hearing this, Zhao Zexuan could only say helplessly, "Okay, I'll thank you properly later."

Having said what she considered most important, Su Li looked at Zhao Zexuan and asked if he had anything else important to say.

Seeing Su Li's calm expression, Zhao Zexuan swallowed his words and said, "It's nothing, you should get some rest."

"Okay, you should get some rest too." Su Li nodded and got up to see him off.

"No need to see me off. You should get some rest and take care of yourself." Zhao Zexuan waved his hand to refuse, telling Su Li to rest, and then turned and left the room.

Watching Zhao Zexuan leave, Su Li breathed a sigh of relief, packed her luggage, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Even though she had put on bedding, she still felt cold. Su Li thought it must be because of the cold weather. Before going to sleep, she secretly reminded herself that she must teach the craftsmen how to make a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) as soon as possible so that she could enjoy its warmth sooner.

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The next day, the area outside the General's Mansion was bustling with activity. Many people were queuing to register their names, while those who were already in line were also queuing to receive supplies.

The difference between the two groups quickly attracted the attention of the people in the north of the city. Many people were puzzled, especially one person who complained, "Why are the two groups different? Why can they receive things but we can't? Wasn't it agreed that everyone would be treated equally?"

These words attracted a crowd of onlookers. Coincidentally, Aunt Liu and the others were also there, and they retorted, "These supplies were collected by us bit by bit with great effort. Why should they be distributed equally to you? What are you thinking? How can you be so shameless!"

The person who had just spoken blushed immediately upon hearing Aunt Liu's rebuttal. Somewhat annoyed, he forced himself to say, "But since you live in the city now, your supplies belong to everyone."

These words not only angered Aunt Liu and her family, but also left the other onlookers from Beicheng speechless. They hadn't expected this person to be so arrogant, daring to say such things so directly.

Faced with the anger of Aunt Liu and the other residents of Beicheng, and the shock of the other residents, the man not only did not feel embarrassed, but continued to say: "Since you moved to the city, your things belong to the city. If you want to divide things, you should invite everyone in the city. Otherwise, is this kind of discrimination?"

These words were getting increasingly outrageous, and Aunt Liu's anger had reached its peak. She said, "Since you want to say that, then fine. Take out all your things and divide them up before you talk to me like this!"

Upon hearing this, the man shouted, "Why should I take my family's things?"

"You think you can take our things? If you want to take them, then bring out your things first before you talk to us about dividing them," Aunt Liu said.

When Aunt Liu brought up the matter of dividing things, the onlookers immediately stepped forward and tugged at the sleeve of the person who had spoken earlier, saying, "If you want to divide things, then bring out your things and divide them. We're not on your side."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately shut up. He knew the pros and cons of the matter. This group of people had fled from elsewhere and wouldn't have much stuff even if they had it. His family, on the other hand, had always lived in this city. Although they were poor, they had quite a lot of stuff, and he couldn't afford to share it.

The man shut up, and the scene quieted down. The people of Beicheng who were queuing up were all very well-behaved now, afraid that they would really have to take all their belongings out to be divided up.

The residents of the northern city were notified today to line up and register their names, but most of them didn't know what they were supposed to do. The government had told them to come, so they came. Now, they were incredibly curious and, taking advantage of a break in the registration process, cautiously asked, "Why did the officials tell us to register our names?"

This puzzled everyone present, so the people queuing up stared intently at the soldier registering his name, extremely curious.

The soldiers noticed the argument earlier and wouldn't mind explaining it in detail now.

The soldier pointed to Aunt Liu and the others who were queuing up to receive supplies not far away, and then to the supplies being distributed, and said, "That's why we're having you register your names."

Looking at the long queues of people waiting to receive supplies, most people felt a sense of confusion and didn't understand what was going on.

Seeing the puzzled looks on their faces, the soldier didn't mince words and said directly, "You've been registered. If you do any work or tasks for the collective in the future, your contributions will be recorded, and supplies will be allocated according to your contributions."

Upon hearing this, many people looked at the soldier in shock, unsure whether his words were true or false.

To be honest, it's impossible not to feel envious when you see others happily taking things home. That's when someone asked, "What counts as contributing to the collective?"

Upon hearing someone ask a question, the soldier perked up. Remembering the general's instructions that morning, he immediately replied, "For example, gathering firewood on the mountain is also a contribution to the collective."

Upon hearing this, many people curiously asked, "Is this considered a contribution? Are there any standards? At what level can one receive food and cotton-padded clothing?"

The standards are still unknown, but this matter can be publicized. The soldier said, "The specific standards are still being formulated and may not be known for a few days. I'm revealing this to everyone now, so you still think that registering names is unimportant?"

"Important!" This was the sentiment of everyone present.

If gathering firewood earns you credit, then what about the boys in the family who are only a teenager? Shouldn't they also be credited for gathering firewood?