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

There is no point in holding things in his hands, but he is happy to be raised by her and hold his lifeline by her.

Only if his status is lower than Song Jinhe's, can she be unguarded against him and truly include him in her territory.

What Cheng Qianhuai wanted was never materials and status. He was just a beggar, digging out Song Jinhe's specialness and care for him in his scattered life.

But just like that, he was already happy with it.

Everything went very smoothly, the warm light and potato cubes were all in place. When the potatoes were taken out, some sprouts had already sprouted. There was not much to worry about after cutting into cubes and planting them.

Song Jinhe went down to inspect from time to time. In order to have a better harvest, everyone worked hard, and the tender green buds soon appeared, which was very gratifying.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. Everyone was so hungry and dizzy, but no one had any idea about these potatoes.

They all know that this is their chance to survive. If they attack these potatoes now, they may never find a better way to survive.

Song Jinhe lay flat on the sofa and looked at Cheng Qianhuai suspiciously: "Why don't you think 1702 has been moving recently?

Are you harboring any bad ideas? "

Cheng Qianhuai added some firewood to the fireplace, and the temperature had risen to -42C. Although it was much warmer than the original extreme cold, the cold did not retreat much.

"Maybe, then I'll ask them to be more alert. Anyway, there are people on duty at 1601 24 hours a day, so there shouldn't be any big problems."

Song Jinhe thought about it but still felt uneasy, so he simply went downstairs and knocked on the door of 1702.

There was no sound inside, but instead there was a slight smell of roasted meat coming from the crack in the door, but it was inexplicably mixed with a fishy smell that couldn't be ignored.

Song Jinhe frowned: "What's going on inside?"

Cheng Qianhuai shook his head: "I don't know, how about breaking open the door and going in to take a look?"

Song Jinhe took two steps back hesitantly: "That's not the case. It has nothing to do with the two of us anyway. As long as they stay calm and don't come out to cause trouble, it will be fine."

Cheng Qianhuai glanced inside thoughtfully: "No problem, I will tell everyone to take more precautions."

After this incident, 1601's defense was strengthened again, but no movement was seen from 1702.

Seeing that another month had passed, Mrs. Zhang excitedly came to the edge of the earthen pond, gently touched the leaves and said: "You can eat it, you can eat it."

We are all saved! Go quickly and call Xiao Song and Xiao Cheng over. "

Zhang Lanyi hurriedly went to the 18th floor and knocked on the door. Although his hands and feet were weak, he could not suppress the joy in his heart.

"Sister Song, Brother Cheng, my grandma said the potatoes are ready to be harvested! She wants you to come over and take a look and give orders!"

The two were having lunch in 1801. When they heard the sound, they quickly got dressed and went downstairs. They walked to the master bedroom in 1602 and looked at the potatoes in the field.

No one dared to dig out the potatoes unless Song Jinhe gave orders. Now that she came downstairs, everyone was eager to try it, and looked at her with expectant eyes.

"Grandma Zhang, let's peel potatoes."

Song Jinhe looked calmly at the upright branches and leaves in the field, but his heart was not at peace.

This is her first step to success, her first step out from the 18th floor.

She gave the order, and the four people on duty hurried over to dig. Strings of potatoes were pulled out from the moist soil. Although they were stained with black mud, they were still plump and cute.

Some of the excited ones even shed tears. After all, their hard work for so long was not in vain, and now they can finally see the results.

Seeing the potatoes piled high on the soil, Song Jinhe felt relieved and asked Cheng Qianhuai to take out the weighing scale.

"Based on the previous situation, I will account for 40%, and you will divide the rest according to workload and contribution value. I will not interfere too much."

Xu Qingkang and Wang Xingsheng looked at each other and stepped forward: "We don't agree."

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai both frowned. They didn't expect that these two seemingly reliable people would change so quickly.

Can interests really change a person so easily and quickly?

"We all had a meeting together and talked about it. Everyone hopes that from now on, the 18th floor will account for 50% of all the harvest, and we will divide the rest."

Xu Qingkang smiled and stepped forward to explain, which made Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai a little confused.

"We are where we are today because of the two of you. You have strength, courage, and a broad mind.

We have done wrong things before, and now we have no shame in asking you for so many things.

Giving 50% to 18th Floor is a decision made by all of us, and both of you deserve it. "

Wang Xingsheng opened his mouth and looked at Song Jinhe, his eyes full of gratitude and determination: "We have run out of ammunition and food during this period. If you two hadn't often helped us, we wouldn't be alive now.

Thank you, I really appreciate it. "

Song Jinhe laughed and waved his hand helplessly: "Don't be so sensational with me. If you have the ability, let the future harvest hit a new high!"

Everyone smiled and responded, and Zhang Shimin and Zhou Bengao also looked at each other and stepped forward.

"Ms. Song, what we did before was too outrageous. Although the food was recovered and returned to you, we still cannot express our apologies.

Thank you for taking us with you regardless of the past. From now on, if you need anything, just call us. We will be here at your call. "

The two bowed deeply to Song Jinhe in front of all the survivors, but heard a hint of joking in the other's voice.

"What? You're always here for me, so your boss will be waiting behind me?"

The two of them glanced at Wang Xingsheng awkwardly and scratched their heads in embarrassment.

Wang Xingsheng didn't mind at all, but stepped forward and said: "Miss Song, I want to bring our entire team under your command.

I don't care about being the boss. Whoever can lead us to survive is the boss, so all of us are willing to work for you.

It's all thanks to you that I survived this time, and it's all thanks to you that I have the current harvest. I am convinced of you! "

Song Jinhe was a little surprised that he would actually do this. It was equivalent to handing over the power in his hands to others, and all the confidants he had accumulated over the years were given to her for free.

Xu Qingkang and other aboriginal people in Building 3 also stepped forward and said, "We will follow you, Miss Song, from now on. We hope that you can lead us all to live together as the captain of Building 3."

Song Jinhe glanced at Cheng Qianhuai, but saw that the other party was standing aside as if it had nothing to do with him, and seemed to have no intention of helping her make a decision.

This is indeed a difficult choice. If she agrees, Song Jinhe will be the boss of more than thirty people from now on. Naturally, no one will refute whatever she says.

But as long as she takes on the position of boss, she will also carry the future life and death of this group of people on her shoulders. It is not a simple title.

After a moment of silence, she raised her head and smiled: "Now I just have a mutual support relationship with everyone. The title of building manager really flatters me. I just want to have more supplies to live well."