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

Time flashed by in a blink of an eye and it came to a month later.

The survivors in Building 3 were still struggling. In order to maintain their body temperature, a group of people often ran up and down the corridors. A little more exercise would be helpful.

Song Jinhe has made rapid progress in this month. Originally he couldn't defeat Cheng Qianhuai, but now he can fight with him several times.

Although she will still be at a disadvantage in the end, I have to say that she is indeed talented in this area.

The wind began to pick up faintly outside the window. Song Jinhe took out the thermometer and stretched it out the window to measure the temperature, but unexpectedly found that it had risen.

"Surprisingly, it rose to -72c."

She looked at the thermometer with some surprise. Does this prove that it may not take long for the extreme cold to slowly pass and turn into scorching heat?

During this transitional period, it happened to be the best time for the survivors to search for supplies and store water.

Cheng Qianhuai also came closer when he heard this. He stood in front of Song Jinhe and helped her block the cold wind blowing in from the window, with a bit of joy in his voice.

"No wonder it doesn't feel so cold at home lately. It turns out that the temperature is starting to rise gradually."

He smiled happily, and Song Jinhe was in a pretty good mood.

Although the scorching heat is more unbearable, the temperature during the transition period can also be called comfortable. Although the transition period is only about 2 months, it is enough for mankind to regain its strength.

"How about celebrating with something nice?"

Her eyes lit up and she suggested.

Cheng Qianhuai naturally agreed: "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's have a barbecue! I'm going to get some beef and mutton, and grill some sausages, steamed buns, etc. It will definitely taste good."

Song Jinhe excitedly pulled Cheng Qianhuai into the space and found the beef and mutton bought before the end of the world from the shelves. They were stored properly and are still fresh now.

Cut the meat into dices of suitable size, then put it in a basin to marinate for a while, then skewer it with special barbecue skewers and grill it on the stove. The aroma will spread out in no time.

Song Jinhe squatted beside the small barbecue pit and swallowed his saliva, while Cheng Qianhuai held a cattail leaf fan and fanned it gently.

"Stay away, don't let the soot get to you."

He raised his hand to help her fan the black smoke that drifted by, but she didn't pay much attention. She held a piece of mango phyllo in her hand and ate it happily.

"It's nothing, it still smells pretty good. You have to take a shower after eating anyway, so I don't need this little ash."

Seeing that she didn't mind, Cheng Qianhuai didn't try to persuade her anymore, but silently moved the stove further away, changing its position to avoid her successfully.

This kind of fireworks looks like nothing, but in fact there is a lot of charcoal mixed in the middle. Inhaling it into the lungs is definitely not good for your health.

Although she didn't care, he had to pay attention to these little things.

The mango mille-feuille was so sweet that it made Song Jinhe even more greedy for the beef skewers on the stove. After putting down the cake, he chased after it.

"Are you ready? Sprinkle more chili powder for me."

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the color and found that the heat was about the same, so he didn't feel like eating it now.

He raised his hand and sprinkled some cumin and chili powder on it, rubbed it in rows to taste, and then placed it on the empty plate prepared aside.

"Eat it, be careful if the stick burns your mouth."

Song Jinhe excitedly picked up a stick and wiped the tip of the stick, then carefully tore off a piece and chewed it.

It tastes really good, especially the aroma mixed with cumin, which makes everyone who eats it feel dizzy.

"You should try it too, it's delicious."

Song Jinhe highly recommended the beef skewers on the plate. Cheng Qianhuai picked up a skewer and tasted it, but he kept grilling the skewers in his hands.

"It's really good. I really have no choice in my skills."

It was rare for him to boast about himself, but Song Jinhe was really good at it. He also said a few nice words to coax him, which actually made people happy.

The feast of kebabs ended quickly. The two went to the villa to wash up and then came out and began to work together to add feed and hay to the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep.

Song Jinhe walked into the chicken coop and picked out a few eggs. The hens were very good at picking up about 10 eggs every day, and they couldn't even finish them in the basket.

There were also a lot of duck and goose eggs, but she couldn't stand the fishy smell of these two types of eggs, so she usually wouldn't let Cheng Qianhuai add them to the recipe.

"I've saved a lot of duck eggs. Do you want some salted duck eggs?"

Cheng Qianhuai groped in the duck pen for a while and saw that five baskets of duck eggs had been stored. It would be a waste to leave them dry if not eaten.

"Okay, then you do it and I'll feed the cows."

Song Jinhe did not resist the salted duck eggs, and went to the cow pen with the grass in his arms.

The cow has given birth to several calves, and the meat looks so tender that you can’t go wrong no matter how you eat it.

Song Jinhe swallowed, thinking about killing one to improve her food supply, but the beef she had reserved before the apocalypse had not been used up yet, and she would not be able to finish it even if she killed a cow at this time.

"I'll let you go first. It won't be your turn until all the beef and mutton I saved are finished."

Song Jinhe smiled kindly, and Little Calf stepped forward and rubbed her hand with his head, not knowing at all what the woman in front of him was thinking.

After roughly tidying up everything in the space, the two of them didn't stay too long. After leaving the space, they gathered around the fireplace in 1801 to warm up.

"Do you think there will be another natural disaster after the extreme cold?"

Cheng Qianhuai looked at the slightly gloomy sky outside the window, feeling inexplicably heavy in his heart.

Song Jinhe naturally knew that the natural disaster would not end here, but she did not want to expose this fact, so she could only sigh helplessly.

"Who knows, it would be nice to get back to normal."

This is indeed true. She hopes that the apocalypse will not continue, but natural disasters are not within her control.

The two of them just sat together quietly, killing the boring time.

Outside the security door, two men approached quietly, their bodies tense, and they were obviously planning something nefarious.

If Wang Xingsheng was here, he would be able to recognize them. These two people were in his team, and they were also brothers who had a good relationship with him before the end of the world.

The tall and fat man is named Zhang Shimin, and the other man is only of average height, with sparse hair that makes him look like a Mediterranean.

Zhou Bengao touched his bald head and patted Zhang Shimin on the shoulder with some fear: "Are you sure you really want to attack the 18th floor?

Have you forgotten what Brother Wang said? "

Zhang Shimin looked at the security door with a sinister look on his face, his hands clenched tightly, his eyes full of rebellion.

"Is he right? We can only eat one meal in two days, and we are not full.

The charcoal pot can only be lit for three hours a day. At other times, we can only hug each other to keep warm, and we are covered in frostbite from the cold.

We are having such a good time upstairs, and the woman seems easy to deceive, but he is not willing to sell his relationship to get some benefits for us.

Is he happy just watching us suffer? "

Zhou Bengao scratched his head in confusion: "Don't say that, didn't Brother Wang himself save food for us to eat?

He is not kind to us. It would be too heartless for you to say that. "

Zhang Shimin snorted and rolled his eyes: "I don't care anyway. If he doesn't do anything as the captain, then I will have to take action myself."