Wu Heng felt something and looked toward the middle of the queue.
A little girl, around ten years old, was staring straight at him.
She occasionally looked up at the sky and then at her own shoulder.
In her eyes was full of confusion and incomprehension.
"These people used to live here; their families should be quite well-off," Qi Hancai spoke up again from the side.
Wu Heng turned his head to look at her, "Yeah, take a tally of their ages and professions, and we'll assign jobs when we get back. Note down anyone with special abilities separately."
"Understood, someone's already taking registrations."
"Good."
After waiting by the side of the road for a while, the survivors began loading various items onto the trucks.
When the preparations were almost complete, the convoy turned around, heading in the direction of the military factory.
...
On the way back, in the truck.
Wu Heng had a drink of water and asked, "How has Wang Haibing been recently?"
