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

Cheng Qianhuai saw that she was a little concerned about the dirty quilt, so he rubbed her head helplessly, picked up the tent and quilt, and stuffed them all into the back seat of the car.

"Go back quickly, the temperature has dropped again."

Cheng Qianhuai was wearing a black jacket that was warm, but Song Jinhe was only wearing a short-sleeved jacket with a white shirt, and could not help but tremble a little while standing in the cold wind.

He took off his coat and put it on Song Jinhe, and the two drove back to the biscuit factory. As soon as they stopped the car, they were surrounded by a few people warming themselves up by the fire.

"How's it going? Did you encounter any danger?"

Xiao Yuan looked at Song Jinhe nervously. She was indeed very worried about the safety of the two of them.

Song Jinhe shook his head: "No, we found tents and quilts so that everyone can have a good night's rest."

She opened the car door and took out her quilt first, then made way for Luo Tuo and Wang Yang to move all the things in the car.

Although the tent was dirty and torn, and the quilts exuded a sour smell, everyone was very satisfied.

They have survived the more painful disasters, and the temperatures of more than ten degrees below zero at night are actually not a big difficulty for them.

There were three quilts, Xiao Yuan had one for the girl, Jiang Cixu had one for the patient, and the remaining bed was divided equally between Luo Tuo and Wang Yang.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai were a loving couple in the eyes of everyone, and naturally no one would have any objections to the two of them sharing a quilt.

"I'll just keep watch tonight and you guys have a good rest."

Little Yuan was wrapped in a quilt and sitting at the door of the tent, revealing a round little head, and the firelight danced wantonly in her eyes.

"Everyone has worked hard during the day, but I am the only one who still has plenty of energy.

You guys go to bed early, and we will change shifts when everyone wakes up tomorrow. "

Song Jinhe didn't refuse. She was indeed tired. Her spirits were a little tense today. Now that she was leaning against the fire, she felt sleepy in an instant.

"Okay, thank you for the hard work."

The fire crackled in the dark night, breathing came and went, and everyone quickly fell asleep to regain their strength.

Cheng Qianhuai held Song Jinhe in his arms. The two of them clung to each other to keep each other warm, and had no sleep all night.

The sun and the moon changed, and the sky gradually became brighter. Xiao Yuan yawned and added a few dry firewood to the fire.

"morning."

The taciturn Wang Yang was the first to wake up. He picked up firewood and helped Xiao Yuan put it in. The sound of the firewood colliding woke Jiang Cixu, who was injured and unconscious.

"what……"

He looked at the unfamiliar environment and subconsciously wanted to sit up, but the pain in his shoulders forced him to lie back down.

Luotuo was already half asleep, but when he heard Jiang Cixu's voice, he woke up suddenly, and barely recovered after not realizing the danger.

"Hey boss, you scared me so early in the morning."

He lazily wrapped himself in the quilt and let out a long yawn.

"What is our situation now?"

Jiang Cixu was a little confused. His memory was lost after he fainted yesterday. When he woke up, he found himself in a somewhat shabby tent.

Cheng Qianhuai was also woken up by him. After placing Song Jinhe in place, he got up and put on his coat.

"What's the situation? The situation is that in order to avoid being ambushed on the way back, we plan to stay in Tongcheng for a few days."

Jiang Cixu lost too much blood and his reaction was a little slow. He thought for a moment before speaking: "Is the transaction completed?"

Cheng Qianhuai nodded: "It's done. You, the boy, are lucky enough to survive."

Jiang Cixu rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Can't you speak more nicely? What do you mean by not being dead?"

"OK, let me put it another way. You are lucky to have survived. Is this okay?"

Jiang Cixu didn't want to continue dealing with Cheng Qianhuai, a vicious man with a vicious tongue. After being helped up by a camel, he walked out of the tent with some difficulty.

The low temperature of the night had not yet been dissipated. He was so cold that he sneezed violently.

"Boss, you're awake! Come over and eat quickly, I've cooked some porridge."

Xiao Yuan greeted Jiang Cixu with a smile and found a container to fill him with some hot porridge.

After eating a bowl of white porridge, my whole body warmed up.

“It tastes pretty good.”

He gave a thumbs up and praised, and Xiao Yuan pinched her waist very proudly: "That's a must, and I don't care who made the porridge."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Song Jinhe walking out of the tent, rubbing his eyes. Xiao Yuan's eyes lit up instantly, and she chased after him holding a small plastic bowl.

"Sister Song, you have some porridge."

She shyly drew circles on the ground with her toes: "I made this with my own hands. Can you see if it suits your taste?"

A blush appeared on Xiao Yuan's face, and she smiled even more happily after watching Song Jinhe drink up all the white porridge.

Song Jinhe handed the bowl back: "It tastes very good. Did you put some sugar in it?"

"Yes, I think it tastes better with sugar, right? Sister Song."

"Yes, your craftsmanship is very good."

Hearing Song Jinhe's compliment, Xiao Yuan rubbed her hands excitedly: "As long as Sister Song likes it, you can visit me at home in the future and I will cook porridge for you."

After saying that, she clutched her chest and ran away, with a little girl's joy in her steps.

Jiang Cixu sneered when he saw this scene, and he approached Cheng Qianhuai in a humble manner: "You are quite lucky, kid."

Cheng Qianhuai didn't know why: "What do you mean?"

"It means that your wife will not only behead men but also women, both men and women will be killed."

Jiang Cixu clucked his teeth and said, "Look at Xiao Yuan in our team, his soul is almost taken away by Song Jinhe.

Tell me, you were popular when you were in college, but since Song Jinhe was by your side, no one can look up to you. "

Cheng Qianhuai gritted his back teeth and rolled his eyes speechlessly: "When you have nothing to do, you can go back and lie down. My wife is indeed popular. After all, Tao Shuangxue is much closer to her than to you."

He showed a hypocritical smile, and then swaggered and sat next to Song Jinhe, leaving Jiang Cixu alone and furious.

The biscuit processing factory was full of laughter and laughter. Pei Yingliang, who was waiting in ambush at the exit of Tongcheng, had his lips turned purple from the cold, and the air pressure around him was extremely low.

"Damn, where are the people? I've been waiting here all night! Where are the people!"

He kicked over the brazier next to him, but the charcoal inside was not extinguished and burned his calf. He only heard a stinging sound, and the smell of cooked meat filled the air. Everyone froze in place and dared not speak.

"Ah! It burned me to death! Trash, all fucking trash!"

Pei Yingliang smashed them like crazy, venting all the anger in his heart on his men.

No one dared to speak out to attract his attention. He was just a madman, a madman who loved killing and had no humanity whatsoever.

No one dared to hit his gun. After all, everyone cherished their lives and were unwilling to suffer unwarranted harm, let alone become his punching bag.

The scene was so quiet that one team member was beaten until he vomited blood and fainted, and Pei Yingliang stopped panting.

"Check, check for me, they definitely did not escape from Tongcheng!"