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

Although it was still a bit regretful to hear Song Jinhe's refusal, the many survivors in Building 3 were satisfied.

Cheng Qianhuai stood there and looked at Song Jinhe, but he was not surprised that she would make this decision.

Maybe freedom is more important to her. After all, even if she doesn't become the so-called building leader, her right to speak in the building will not be affected in any way.

Song Jinhe left with his own potatoes, and Xu Qingkang was responsible for distributing the remaining potatoes.

Everyone excitedly held the potatoes covered with soil, and felt warm in their hearts, wishing they could take a bite now.

"I'm finally full."

Gao Youyou's eyes were red and she carefully held the potatoes in her arms. These potatoes were enough to last her and her brother for a while.

If they follow Song Jinhe from now on, they will no longer starve to death.

At this moment, in room 1801, Song Jinhe looked at the potatoes, which were enough to fit into three large sacks, and his heart was filled with joy.

Although she had hoarded a lot of vegetables and fruits before the end of the world, once these things were eaten, she would no longer have them, so she had to grow them herself.

But it was obvious that she was not an expert in this field. The things she planted were crooked, the yield was low, and they looked wilting.

This kind of work was left to the survivors in Building 3, which freed her hands, which can be said to be a huge profit.

Cheng Qianhuai stood beside her and helped deal with the dirt on the potatoes, looking at her smiling face from time to time.

"Have you experienced the joy of having power?"

Song Jinhe nodded excitedly when he heard this: "That's inevitable, I just paid the principal, but what I gained far exceeded my expectations.

I didn’t do any of the work, but it felt really good to be able to gain something like this just by saying a few words. "

Cheng Qianhuai rolled up his sleeves for her and wiped the dirt on his hands: "This is what it feels like to have someone under you.

Even though you didn't agree to be the building leader, they won't do anything to you since you have firearms and supplies.

He doesn't have the title of building manager, but he has a lot of real power in his hands. "

Song Jinhe nodded heavily: "I thought about it carefully and found that being the building manager is still not suitable for me.

I don't like to shoulder the life and death of others. I am a very realistic person and can earn supplies together, but I don't want to take more risks. "

Cheng Qianhuai burst out laughing: "This is not a big problem. Although you are not actually the building manager, you are just short of such a title.

Even if something goes wrong in the future, you won’t have to take responsibility and the outcome will be pretty good. "

Song Jinhe pursed his lips and smiled, obviously in a good mood.

*

August 8.3rd, the 262nd day of the end of the world.

The temperature rose from -20 degrees Celsius to 29 degrees Celsius overnight. The survivors were awakened by the heat in the middle of the night and took off their heavy cotton-padded clothes in confusion.

Song Jinhe only knew the approximate time when the extreme cold turned to the scorching heat. When he woke up from the heat in the middle of the night, he was still a little dizzy.

She hurriedly got up and extinguished the fireplace in the living room. The temperature in the room dropped slightly, but there was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

When I walked to the window and looked down, I saw the bright moonlight splashing on the sparkling water, like a broken mirror. The scenery was so beautiful and dreamlike.

"All the ice has melted."

Song Jinhe murmured to himself and sighed helplessly.

It is still dark now, and when the sun rises tomorrow, the temperature will probably rise again, and the accumulated water will gradually evaporate.

When the ground is exposed and the mud dries up completely, it will be another end of the world.

Although she felt a little heavy in her heart, the survivors in Building 3 were in a pretty good mood.

Gao Lele grabbed her sister's hand and looked outside. Her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead, looking a little stupid.

"Sister, the temperature has risen. Do we no longer have to live in such hardship?"

His eyes were full of expectation, and his clean eyes were dark and bright.

Gao Youyou smiled and looked out the window: "That's right. After the disaster is over, mankind can usher in a new life."

At this moment, the survivors are celebrating the passing of the extreme cold, but no one thinks that the next disaster is quietly approaching.

In room 1802, Song Jinhe woke up and had no intention of continuing to rest. She dealt with the charcoal ash in the fireplace, put the heavy cotton clothes and quilts into the space, and then knocked on the door of room 1801.

Cheng Qianhuai didn't sleep either. He was only wearing a pair of black shorts. His slightly longer hair was tied up with a rope at will, making him look a little more wild.

Song Jinhe was stunned when he saw the beauty in front of him. This was the first time he saw abdominal muscles in real life.

It seems to feel good in hand.

Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Cheng Qianhuai asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

Song Jinhe swallowed and looked at the man in front of him with bright eyes: "Can I touch him?"

Cheng Qianhuai raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

Song Jinhe didn't say anything, he just smiled and pushed the man in from the door, his hands directly attached to his abdomen.

After grabbing it gently, she blushed a little, but it was as if she had discovered a new world.

"It feels good."

Cheng Qianhuai blushed from his face to his neck in an instant, and took off her hand in a panic.

"Are you teasing me?"

Song Jinhe clicked his tongue twice and shook his head: "You don't understand what I call having eyes that discover beauty."

Cheng Qianhuai didn't expect that she could be so thick-skinned, so he simply sat on the sofa and remained silent.

"What's wrong with you? Are you angry?"

She naturally noticed something was wrong with Cheng Qianhuai and rubbed her hands in embarrassment.

"I was born single, so it won't matter if I'm more curious, right? We have such a good relationship, so just tolerate me."

The more Song Jinhe talked, the more he felt like she was a female gangster who teased good men and women, and she patted her mouth lightly with some regret.

"You have to be responsible for me."

Cheng Qianhuai looked up pitifully and said, "The reason why I have such a good figure is just to touch my future girlfriend.

You took the lead and made me unclear. You have to give me an explanation. "

Song Jinhe instantly felt guilty and regretted why he was so impulsive.

"Huh? If you touch your belly, you won't understand? We held hands before. Haven't you already been sorry to your future girlfriend?"

Cheng Qianhuai nodded thoughtfully: "That's true, then shouldn't you be more responsible for me?

Men who don't love themselves are like rotten cabbage. I don't care. If you touch me, no girl will want me anymore. You must be responsible. "

Song Jinhe rubbed his temples with a headache: "I advise you not to be too aggressive."

Cheng Qianhuai looked in disbelief, grabbing a blanket and wrapping himself tightly: "You were the one who attacked me first, and now you actually call me aggressive.

There is no justice, you are so cruel! "

"Okay, okay! I'll be responsible!"

Song Jinhe was so noisy that he had a headache, so he had no choice but to respond, hoping that he would stop chanting sutras.

"What kind of responsible method? Tell me."

She collapsed on the sofa like a deflated rubber ball, not even wanting to give Cheng Qianhuai half a look.

"Let me be your boyfriend."