Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 278: The soil is indeed loose.

Lin Yu is now somewhat well-known in the camp.

That unique skill of "Water Method Adhesion" has helped many squads solve urgent problems. Coupled with Zhao Tiji's care, no one is willing to easily offend this "technical expert."

Su Ming brushed the moisture from his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over the two men before finally settling on the Crimson Gold pipe on the ground that had caused the dispute.

"Brothers, if you keep fighting over this pipe, I'm afraid it'll just be confiscated by the enforcement team."

Su Ming's tone was flat as he pointed at a squad of black-armored guards patrolling not far away. "Private brawling over resources, according to regulations, results in confiscation of the gains and three days in confinement. These days, with the demon beasts causing so much trouble, if you miss your duty shift because of confinement, it could cost you your heads."

The two old soldiers' expressions changed.

They weren't afraid of a fight, but they were afraid of missing their duty shift. At Iron Wall Pass, missing a shift meant desertion, a capital offense.

"Then... Assistant Repairer Su, what do you suggest we do?" The old soldier missing an ear thrust his wrench behind his waist, somewhat unwilling to give up. "We can't just let this Pockmarked Zhao have it."

Su Ming didn't answer directly. Instead, he pulled out a thick notebook from his robe that seemed completely out of place here.

It was a set of "makeshift methods" he had been developing over the past half-month, combining his experience from the Repair Hall."If you two trust me, why not follow this."

Su Ming opened the notebook, which was densely filled with neatly written tables. "This is a 'Waste Material Duty Roster' I drafted. The waste materials in the camp are divided into three grades: A, B, and C. Our three squads take turns having priority selection rights. For example, this Crimson Gold pipe counts as Grade B. Today's date is an odd number. According to the roster, priority belongs to the Second Squad."

The earless old soldier's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Really." Su Ming nodded, then looked at Pockmarked Zhao. "But this isn't a free pass. If you take a Grade B waste material, you have to record it in the roster. Next time something good of the same grade appears, you have to yield to the person next in line. Also, if anyone takes something but doesn't do their job, or intentionally damages public property, it will be announced to the entire camp, and they can forget about entering this backyard gate ever again."

Pockmarked Zhao's expression shifted slightly as he calculated in his mind.

Although this method made him lose out today, it was better in the long run. In the past, everyone fought tooth and nail over scraps, sometimes damaging the good stuff in the struggle, so no one ended up benefiting.

"Assistant Repairer Su is a scholar; your brain is just better than ours." Pockmarked Zhao released his grip on the pipe, grinning, though his smile was uglier than a frown. "Alright, since Assistant Repairer Su vouches for it, I'll give you face today. Mark it down, this pipe belongs to Old Liu."

potential conflict dissolved into nothingness before Su Ming's few words and

looked at Su Ming

technical demonstrations had earned their respect, this "establishing rules" now gave them a strange sense of

meat grinder, order was sometimes more reassuring

the roster and was about to leave when he heard Pockmarked Zhao and the earless Old

was pretty fierce. You even made the ground tremble." Pockmarked Zhao blew out a

a

Ming's departing

just slowed his pace, his ears twitching slightly

during my night watch, I was

nonsense, that's creepy." Old Liu hunched his shoulders. "But this feeling reminds me of three

before lowering his

ground felt loose, then the well water turned muddy, and then... boom, half the barracks were gone. The higher-ups said it was a formation backlash, but who among us

The voice stopped abruptly.

Zhao Tiji's burly figure

extinguished their tobacco and scattered

Ming stood where he was, his

years ago. Sector D. Loose

were like a key, instantly fitting into the scattered clues he had

called out in his mind, his voice

lacked its usual teasing tone. "This description matches the data you measured with

the archives from three

Use your 'organizing the waste material roster' as a pretext

took a deep breath and turned towards the stone building in the most remote

also the most forgotten place in

wooden door, a musty smell of old paper assaulted

cultivator missing an eye, dozing with his head on the table. Hearing movement, he just lifted an eyelid. Seeing it was Su Ming, who had recently created the "duty

lamp he had brought and went straight to the shelf labeled "Sector

over the jade slips

Year Bingshen... Year Yiwei...