Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 288: 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."

before Su

surrounding formation cultivators looked at Su Ming with changed

this "establishing rules"

meat grinder, order was sometimes

put away the roster and was about to leave when he heard Pockmarked Zhao

yours earlier was pretty fierce. You even made the ground

hand slipped. But seriously, hasn't the ground in this backyard felt a bit loose lately? When I stomped down earlier, it felt hollow underneath, like

departing

around. He just slowed his pace, his ears twitching slightly as he entered a shallow state of Earth

my night watch, I was dozing against the wall and kept feeling movement under my butt, a buzzing sound, like someone grinding their

Liu hunched his shoulders. "But this feeling

cut him off, looking around before lowering his voice even further. "Are you talking about that

the same. First, the 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

The voice stopped abruptly.

burly figure appeared at the

soldiers immediately extinguished their tobacco and scattered

his fingers

ago. Sector

a key, instantly fitting into the scattered clues he

Su Ming called out in his mind, his voice

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

the archives from three

it. Use your 'organizing the waste material roster' as a pretext to

the stone building in the most remote corner of the

was the archives, also the most forgotten place in all of

the heavy wooden door, a musty smell of old

Hearing movement, he just lifted an eyelid. Seeing it was Su Ming, who had recently created the "duty roster," he waved his hand, indicating Su Ming

brought and went straight to the shelf

traced over the jade slips covered

Year Bingshen... Year Yiwei...