Don't Feed Idle People Text

As soon as Shen Zhining opened her eyes, she became the sick and frail daughter of the Shen family. The child next door had a high fever, half of the pot of hot water in the courtyard was spilled, and the clean cloths were locked in the warehouse. People in the room were busy, but no one knew who should do what. However, the system in my brain still reminded me coldly: Seven idle personnel were detected. Only after job guidance is completed within three days can novice material packages be issued. Shen Zhining: I just woke up, you want me to go to work first? In order to get antipyretics, salt and clean gauze, she could only drag the sick body to clean up the small courtyard. The eavesdropping maid became a record of news, the station gate nurse trained a stretcher team, the stingy accounting office took care of emergency supplies, and the poetry-singing cousin was assigned to write hand-washing regulations. At first, she just wanted to accumulate points and return to the modern world. But later she discovered that the so-called "idle people" were not all lazy people. Some people are simply misplaced by identity, rules, and prejudices. From the courtyard to the workshop, from the delivery room to the hospital, from the artisan street to the city council. She was urged forward by the system, and along the way she changed "Don't feed idle people" to "Don't waste people."