In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

Song Jinhe tapped his chin, then let's wait until she thinks of it.

Time passed very quickly, as the sky outside gradually became darker, and the inside of the house became pitch black, with only the outlines of some furniture visible.

Song Jinhe helped Cheng Qianhuai take his temperature again, which was 38.7c.

Although he still has a fever, his condition has improved a lot, and he is on the verge of having his head burned out.

Then she breathed a sigh of relief, put all the used ice bags into the space and took them away. After checking the situation in the house again, Shi Shiran left.

As the door closed, Cheng Qianhuai, who was lying on the sofa, slowly opened his eyes, and a sweet smile subconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was actually taken care of by Song Jinhe, and the illness was well worth it.

With a smile on his face, Cheng Qianhuai stood up and wanted to pour himself a glass of water to take medicine, but he saw the liquor bottle and scattered cotton balls on the coffee table next to him.

Liquor is his treasure, but he is not half-hearted. Instead, he feels more and more sweet.

Song Jinhe was currently nesting in bed, eating chocolate hazelnut cake that he had stocked up in advance. Sweet food can indeed make people feel good.

There is a tablet placed in front of the small table on the bed. She has downloaded the TV series in advance and is just passing the time now.

"It's so sinful. How can you eat such high-calorie food so late at night?"

Song Jinhe shook his head and sighed, but in the end he ate all the bread, leaving no butter at all.

*

The days passed in such a boring way, and time came to November 11 in a blink of an eye, the 25th day of the end of the world.

Today's weather is pretty good, the precipitation has dropped significantly, the big raindrops have disappeared, the misty drizzle is falling from the sky, and the water has stopped rising on the third and a half floors.

Looking through the window, I could barely see what was going on outside, but I just felt like the building was standing in the middle of the endless sea water, which made me feel inexplicably nervous.

The survivors also seized this opportunity and went out together to collect supplies to survive.

The survivors of Building 3 are also among them.

The full name of the building manager is Zhao Yiming. During the previous period, he collected all the materials in the hands of the survivors in Building 3 and distributed them to everyone equally.

Although those with more supplies were not happy, and those with less supplies wanted to share more, fortunately, the results were not bad, and there were no casualties in Building 3.

The rain was not heavy today, so it was a good time to go out to search for supplies. Everyone moved out the simple rafts they had made in advance, planning to go out together to try their luck.

Li Mianmian was somewhat panicked when she saw the water that had reached the third floor, but she had no choice but to do so. She had no family or friends in the building, so she had to do her own work if she wanted to obtain supplies.

Sitting on the unstable raft, she looked up tremblingly at the 18th floor, and then called the building manager Zhao Yiming.

"Brother Zhao, don't we really call for the 18th floor together? We are all survivors, so we should help each other, right?"

Although the 18th floor has been isolated by them, she still can't be cruel.

Zhao Yiming glared at her, holding an iron basin as a paddle with his rough hands, and snorted nonchalantly.

“They didn’t hand over the supplies to share equally, so naturally they don’t have a share of the supplies we went out to search for.

Put away your pitiful sympathy and forget why others live in 1702? "

Li Mianmian swallowed, but lowered her head under Zhao Yiming's gaze, not daring to speak any more.

She feels that everything is negotiable. People are inherently good, and everyone is just forced to do so by the end of the world.

But the people on the 18th floor haven’t been seen for so long. Could it be that they have starved to death at home?

Or are their supplies enough for them to continue living at home?

If they have supplies but are still unwilling to donate them, she can be the lobbyist and ask the people on the 18th floor to share the supplies equally.

Li Mianmian secretly decided that she would wait until she came back from searching for supplies and go to the 18th floor. Everyone must unite together. If there are no supplies, we can contribute. If we have supplies, we should share them together.

Song Jinhe watched the survivors in Building 3 go out together, but there was no ups and downs in his heart.

The reason why they live in harmony now is because the supplies are barely enough for them to survive. But what kind of conflict will break out when the extreme cold comes and there are not enough quilts and cotton clothes?

She took a sip of the coffee in her cup, shook her head and sat on the sofa.

These things have nothing to do with her.

While enjoying some alone time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Song Jinhe put down his coffee and walked to the door, but saw the man fully armed, obviously wanting to go out to search for supplies.

She was surprised for a while before she suddenly realized that Cheng Qianhuai was not her. The supplies that she had searched for some time ago were probably running out. Today's relatively good weather was indeed a good time to go out and search for supplies.

This is true for the remaining survivors, and it is also true for Cheng Qianhuai.

"I wanted to ask if you need anything?"

The man in brown cotton clothes in front of the door blushed: "Girls need to use sanitary napkins every month. Do you still have enough? I will help you find some. Please tell me the types you need. .”

He coughed awkwardly: "I heard that these things come in different lengths. I don't know what kind you are used to using, so I can only come over and ask you."

Song Jinhe found the man in front of her interesting. Although the most important thing was to go out to find food and water, he actually thought of helping her find sanitary napkins.

"You don't have to help me find it. I have enough at home. Just focus on finding what you need. Don't worry about me."

Song Jinhe smiled and replied that she didn't want to take advantage of Cheng Qianhuai. It was not easy for him to go out, and it was not a good choice to always help her find things.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at her and frowned: "Why don't I help you find it? I thought the two of us were already good friends, so why don't you be so polite to me?"

Song Jinhe opened his mouth after listening to his words, but still couldn't tell the reason.

She was really not being polite to him. She did lack everything, but she couldn't explain this to the man in front of her.

"I'm really not polite to you. My things are enough. If you need anything in the future, I will let you know, okay?"

Song Jinhe spoke helplessly, and Cheng Qianhuai looked at her steadily for a while before sighing: "Okay, I'll leave then. Remember to open the door for me."

After saying that, he carried his homemade raft and two large mountaineering bags and walked out of the security door.

Seeing that he had left, Song Jinhe locked the safety door and returned home.

She looked up at the time. It was now 8:23 in the morning. She thought it would be noon or later before Cheng Qianhuai and the other survivors returned from searching for supplies.

Feeling her empty belly, she walked into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of Malatang using hot pot base and different kinds of meatballs.

Although the taste is not as good as in the store, it is a blessing to be able to eat such a hot bowl of Malatang in today's temperature.