Natural disaster apocalypse: I won with QQ Farm

The fourth month of the apocalypse.

The entire Haicheng city was completely frozen.

The temperature outside has reached minus 65 degrees.

All power and water supply systems were cut off.

The signal transmission tower lines also froze and cracked due to the extreme weather, and there was no mobile phone signal in many places.

It's so cold that people can't go out.

There was heavy snow outside and the cold wind was howling. There was no electricity in the house and it was as cold as an ice cellar.

Some people, in order to keep warm, not only put on all the clothes they have, but also wrap themselves in all the quilts and blankets.

But it's still cold.

Not only was I cold, I was also thirsty and hungry.

At the beginning, some people placed their hopes on the authorities.

I hope the authorities can come forward to help everyone.

Until the official announcement: The world is experiencing an unprecedented natural disaster; this disaster has caused immeasurable devastation. We have tried our best, but we cannot change the status quo. In the future, please unite all citizens and work together to overcome this world-destroying disaster.

When everyone saw this message, they understood.

The authorities are powerless and we have to rely on ourselves for the future.

Jiang Xingxu was not surprised at all.

It was also at this time in the previous life that the official news was released.

Then completely mess it up.

How can human power alone defeat the heavens?

"Dad, why did you eat all the tripe and not leave some for me!" Jiang Xingxu had just put down his phone when he saw that all the tripe he had blanched had been taken away by his father.

Father Jiang did not feel ashamed at all, "I am helping you. If you perm it for too long, it will age you."

Jiang Ma was sweating profusely, "It's too hot, who wants something cold to drink?"

"I want a Coke." Jiang Xingxu raised his hand.

"Can I request some cold beer?" Dad Jiang pursed his lips, feeling a little greedy.

Mother Jiang was in a good mood today and acquiesced to Father Jiang's request.

Jiang Xingxu drank half a bottle of ice cola in one breath and burped with satisfaction. "Such a cold day is perfect for eating hot pot. Mom, shall we continue eating tomorrow?"

"You don't have to worry about getting a sore throat even if you eat too much." Although Jiang's mother said this, she was actually thinking about whether to make pork ribs or chicken soup base tomorrow.

This day is so comfortable.

Father Jiang added some balsamic vinegar to the bowl. "Our house has heating and a fireplace. It's so hot, eating spicy hot pot is easy to get angry. How about we eat clear soup hot pot tomorrow?"

Jiang Ma was sweating from the heat. "Fortunately, our wall is high. If others saw us wearing short sleeves and eating hot pot, they would be so jealous!"

"This is all thanks to Xingbao!" Dad Jiang sipped his ice beer and felt that his life was even more comfortable than before the end of the world.

Suddenly he thought of something and said to the mother and daughter, "Today I received a message from Mr. Huang from Building 19."

"Why does he want to see you? I don't remember any relationship between our family and him." Jiang Ma's expression immediately became alert, and she felt that the shrimp paste in the bowl no longer smelled good.

Jiang Xingxu glanced at Jiang's father and took a bite of the meatball. "I guess he mentioned the supplies to his father."

"Our Xingbao is really smart." Father Jiang gave a thumbs up. "Mr. Huang asked me how much supplies were left at home. I said not much. As for whether he believed me or not, I don't know."

Hearing this, Jiang Xingxu put down his bowl and chopsticks and leaned back, "This Mr. Huang must be planning to take over our family!"

Guan Qingfeng killed his neighbor Liu Zhibing for winter protection, which aroused the vigilance of all residents.

For a meal of two steamed buns, they patrol in the snow and ice and face life-threatening danger at any time.

Naturally, no one was willing to join the patrol team anymore.

The patrol team organized by the property owners was disbanded.