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

The wontons came out of the pot quickly, and the two of them discussed their future plans over and over again. It was almost 4 o'clock in the morning when they finished eating.

Song Jinhe felt dizzy, swollen, and his eyes were sore. After yawning, he pulled Cheng Qianhuai into the space to wash up.

Nowadays, the temperature is too high. If you go out for a walk, you will break out in sweat. It is really unbearable to not take a shower.

After tidying everything up and washing and drying the sweat-soaked clothes, the two of them left the space. Cheng Qianhuai reached out and gently rubbed Song Jinhe's head.

"Go to bed. There shouldn't be anything important today. I will go downstairs to discuss the schedule with Brother Wang. Just have a good rest."

Song Jinhe naturally agreed, opened his arms and gently hugged the slender man in front of him, and said good night in a daze.

Hearing the lock of the master bedroom door click, Cheng Qianhuai breathed a long sigh of relief, took off his bath towel, changed his clothes, and went back to the house to rest.

The survivors inside the building still took turns taking advantage of the night to salvage the water outside the building.

Although the visibility is not high at night, it is at least more comfortable than during the day.

Wang Xingsheng took a sip of Huoxiang Zhengqi water dizzily, then forced himself to continue working.

He can also be regarded as a role model for many team members, and he still has to lead by example.

"If your body really can't hold on anymore, find someone else to take your place. Water storage is important and your body is equally important. Don't hold back!"

Wang Xingsheng rubbed his swollen and painful temples, slightly raised his voice and gave instructions to the survivors around him.

Li Mianmian was sitting by the window, holding a small plastic bucket to hold water in her hand. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her body also exuded the sour smell of not taking a bath for a long time.

But she is not an outlier. After all, water is scarce nowadays, and few people can really keep their bodies clean.

She endured the heavy rain to the scorching heat alone. Although she traded her body, there was no denying that she was indeed smart and tenacious.

Her hands were swollen and painful from pumping water many times. She stood up with some difficulty and walked towards Wang Xingsheng.

"Brother Wang, can I apply for a sip of Huoxiang Zhengqi water? I feel a little dizzy."

Wang Xingsheng looked at her through the dim candlelight. His body was covered in sweat, but his face was frighteningly white.

He quickly opened a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water and handed it over. After watching her drink it, he reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you were feeling unwell, you would have told me earlier. The lighting is not good now. What if you faint and no one can see you?"

Li Mianmian smiled self-deprecatingly: "Actually, it's good to die, at least you don't have to suffer any more.

I have persisted from the heavy rain to now, and the hard times have been enough. "

Her physical fitness is not very good. If she wants to survive, she must pay more than others.

She is very afraid that she will be kicked out of Building 3 because of her lack of ability, so she will not complain unless she has to.

It's just that she has been alone and suffering for so long, and her spirit is also exhausted, and she seems to have some suicidal intentions.

In fact, this is normal. After the end of the world, everyone will be psychologically affected to some extent. There are also many people who commit suicide and self-harm.

But most people are still unwilling to give up the hope of living. Therefore, although they have suicidal tendencies, few actually dare to use their own lives as the price of liberation.

Looking at the young woman with a withered face in front of him, Wang Xingsheng sighed unbearably.

"Don't say such depressing words. Now that we are all following behind on the 18th floor, life has greatly improved.

We have survived two natural disasters, and we can always welcome the bright future. "

Li Mianmian nodded tiredly after listening to his words: "I hope so. Thank you Brother Wang for your words. I'll go and get busy first."

After saying that, she turned around and left to continue fetching water, but her steps were still a little sloppy.

Wang Xingsheng sighed helplessly. It is indeed very difficult to survive now, but life in Building 3 has been greatly improved under the leadership of Song Jinhe.

Now that they have secure food and water sources, they are much happier than other people.

Although it is not as good as before the apocalypse, he is already very satisfied. The other survivors are also filled with gratitude to the 18th floor and hope for the future.

It's hard to survive, but they don't want to give up.

*

Daybreak came quickly, and the sun's rays shone on the black and smelly water, giving off a black and red light.

The temperature began to rise instantly. The survivors who were fetching water by the window felt as if they were in a steamer, and were choked by the overwhelming stench.

Wang Xingsheng was also a little dizzy. He looked tiredly at the bright light in the sky and hurriedly greeted everyone to go home and rest.

When he came to the door of 1602, he saw Cheng Qianhuai's figure.

He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, knee-length shorts, and black sandals. He stood lazily at the door and looked up at him.

"My wife asked me to come over and discuss the future schedule with you."

He looked a little proud, but what he said made Wang Xingsheng sober up.

Did he successfully rise from a soft-boiled boy to the queen?

Wang Xingsheng was secretly surprised, but he didn't dare to say it openly.

After all, Song Jinhe was very threatening, and Cheng Qianhuai was almost the same as her.

This man looked like he was here to discuss the schedule, but the word "show off" was written all over his body, making it impossible to ignore.

"No problem, please come in."

Wang Xingsheng smiled sarcastically, opened the door and took Cheng Qianhuai into 1602.

The survivors in the house were all lying around and resting. All the original bedding had been piled in the corner to keep cool. Some people only spread a layer of sheets on the ground, while others lay directly on the tiles and fell asleep.

"Let's go to the guest bedroom. There's no one in that room, so it won't disturb others' rest."

Wang Xingsheng gently rubbed his son's face and tiptoed Cheng Qianhuai to the guest bedroom.

After closing the door with a click, the two lowered their voices and began to discuss.

"There are two units in Building 3. The doors and windows on the lower floor have long been damaged by water. In the future, some people with ulterior motives may enter from there to inquire about the situation in our building."

Cheng Qianhuai tapped the table with his fingertips: "Actually, we will not stay in those floors that have been soaked. Logically speaking, we only need to guard the 11th floor and above and there won't be any big problems.

But if we really wait for the enemy to attack the 11th floor, we are probably not far from death. "

Wang Xingsheng naturally understood this problem, and he frowned and responded: "But there are not many of us. Even if we station people on the first floor, it will be difficult for any trouble to be reported to us quickly.

He was probably killed by the enemy before he could go upstairs and call for help. Do you and Xiao Song have any good plans? "

Cheng Qianhuai's fingertips paused, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "What I mean is that we can assign people to garrison in different levels. The floors are not much different, and we can deliver messages in a timely manner.

As for some traps that can be placed around the building as warnings as appropriate. If someone approaches with evil intentions, they must pay a price, and the sound they make can also attract the attention of people upstairs. "