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

Song Jinhe took a sip from the tea cup and sighed with satisfaction.

"If you like to drink, drink more. I happen to have a few bags of tea at home. I saved them before the end of the world and I can't finish them."

As Cheng Qianhuai spoke, he stood up and went to get Song Jinhe tea, not allowing her to refuse at all.

Song Jinhe tugged at the corner of his lips helplessly, and she knew that this man never cared whether she wanted those things or not, and did not give her a chance to cheat, so he just gave them to her.

The two have been together for almost three months now, and they are very familiar with each other, and they are too lazy to say polite words.

"Now we have almost collected the supplies. Starting tomorrow, we will focus on stocking up on firewood and flammable paper for heating."

Song Jinhe held the teacup and said, "Are there any supplies you are missing here? Seeing that the temperature is getting lower and lower, we'd better get ready as soon as possible."

Cheng Qianhuai thought about the large pile of supplies placed in his bedroom, and shook his head slightly: "No more, now we have food, clothes, bedding, and medicine.

Let's look for more firewood tomorrow, and don't pay too much attention to anything else. "

Song Jinhe nodded, drank a whole cup of hot tea in one sip, then got up and went home, looking at the strange tree in the space in a daze.

This is an existence that cannot be ignored in the space. This thing has been standing here since she bound the space, but now there are sudden changes.

There is actually an icy blue fruit hanging tremblingly on its branch.

The fruit is very round, exuding a faint light, and the colors contained in it seem to be flowing, which is astonishingly beautiful and dreamy.

Song Jinhe stretched out his hand to try to pick off the fruit, but found that it was motionless as if it was welded to the branch.

"What's going on? Is it because I'm not mature yet?"

She took back her hand with regret, but had no choice but to give up. She grabbed a bunch of grapes and washed them with well water before leaving the space.

The fireplace exuded a cozy warmth. She also followed Cheng Qianhuai's example and placed the bed in the bedroom next to the fireplace. This could also save the power consumption of the generator, and she would not catch a cold due to the large temperature difference when entering and exiting the space. .

She was wearing furry pajamas and eating grapes by her bedside. She had accumulated quite a lot of fruit before the end of the world, so it was enough for her to squander.

There is a tablet on the table next to it, which is showing a very popular palace battle drama before the end of the world. Listening to the sound of snow falling and eating grapes while watching the drama can be called enjoyment in this situation.

Song Jinhe kept looking at the time, and went to bed on time after 10:30. The alarm clock beside the bed reminded her that she would get up at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning to clean up, and she would go out to search for supplies at 7 o'clock after breakfast.

He slept well by the fireplace. Song Jinhe brought a basket of fresh meat dumplings and millet porridge from the space the next day. He had a good breakfast and was in a good mood.

After putting everything on and stuffing the chainsaw into her hiking bag and going out, Cheng Qianhuai noticed the difference in her hiking bag at first glance and directly reached out to take it and put it on his shoulders.

"lets go."

Song Jinhe got used to his care after such a long time. After the two of them exited the safety door and locked the door, they both saw the bag of white-faced steamed buns outside the door.

It looks like the shape is somewhat different. It should be steamed with noodles by hand. This kind of steamed buns is the most chewy. You can eat several of them alone with pickles or hot sauce.

Song Jinhe raised his eyebrows. Judging from the color of the steamed buns, they should be made of clean white flour. It was not easy for the family to get this bag of noodles, but he did not expect that they would be willing to send so much to the 18th floor.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally saw that she wanted to eat it. After looking at the steamed buns, he said, "Take it home. I can exchange it with them for other supplies."

Song Jinhe shook her head. Although she liked eating, there was no need to do this for a bag of steamed buns.

It's not like she didn't help her mother before the end of the world. Steaming steamed buns was not a difficult task for her, but she didn't like it as a waste of time.

"No, I can make it myself. There is no need to deal with them over a bag of steamed buns."

After saying that, she turned around and went downstairs, then came back and picked up the buns.

"Just send it back to them. If you leave it outside the security door, it will be stolen by someone sooner or later. Then it will be our fault if it is not for us to eat."

She came to the door of 1701 and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was a beautiful woman who looked about 25.6, followed by a timid little girl.

Song Jinhe handed over the steamed buns: "Thank you for your kindness, but we can't eat it, so we brought it back to you."

Xu Rongli looked at the bag of steamed buns and took it after hesitating for a moment: "Sorry to bother you."

Song Jinhe curled his lips and smiled at her, then went downstairs and left with Cheng Qianhuai.

In order to search for enough supplies, the two chose to go to the city center. Although there were few supplies there, there were many wooden tables, chairs and benches. Coupled with the existence of the city library, these things were enough. .

Walking on the road, the snow has completely submerged the uppers of the shoes, and even the ankles are buried, which is enough to show how big the wind and snow are.

Song Jinhe grabbed his scarf and walked forward. The two of them walked and ran for a while. Not only did they not feel cold, their speed also improved a lot.

The sleds I had made before were all placed downstairs and not moved up. When I went downstairs after one night, they were gone.

Although you can use your toes to figure out who stole it, there is no need to make any calculations for such a simple gadget.

The two searched the surrounding area and looted all the uninhabited houses, tables and chairs in various companies and shops, and not even a scrap of wood was left behind.

Seeing that there was enough firewood, they finally stopped and went downstairs, pulling the newly built sled and heading home.

Song Jinhe was still asked not to touch the hemp rope, but she was happy to have some leisure time, stepping on the snow to explore the road ahead.

It took a full hour and a half longer to go back than when they came, but they didn't find it boring. On the contrary, Cheng Qianhuai kept telling jokes to make Song Jinhe happy. Although they were cold jokes, they looked good with his serious face. It has enough comedy effect.

They worked back and forth twice, and only stopped when they saw that the house with so much firewood could hardly fit in it.

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the mountains of supplies and calmed down: "We don't have to go out anymore. These things are enough for us to survive for a long time."

Song Jinhe nodded cooperatively. From now on, no matter how much she spends at home, she will never be suspected again.

Now she could finally lie down at home, which made her relax a lot.

The temperature has dropped again. Although the daily drop is not large, only about 1-2 degrees Celsius, the snow is getting thicker and thicker as time goes by.

Although the survivors who were searching for supplies outside were covered with all kinds of clothes, they still could not withstand the severe cold. After returning home, their bodies were frozen and they had to be warmed by a fire for a long time before they could recover.

Song Jinhe also tore off the calendars on the wall one by one, and saw that the time came to April 4st, the 1th day after the end of the world.