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

After brushing her teeth, she changed her clothes and sprayed strong perfume on her body before she dared to go out and meet Cheng Qianhuai.

The man was standing in the corridor waiting quietly. The long down jacket on his body made his figure even more slender. His whole body was carefully wrapped, only a pair of amber eyes were exposed.

"I went down today and looked at the ice outside. It's about 7.8 centimeters thick. It's still possible for people to stand on it, but if you're unlucky and find a place with thin ice, it's quite dangerous."

In this case, it is definitely unrealistic to row a boat, so you can only walk with your feet. Whether or not you will fall is another matter.

Only those who are bolder and more adventurous can obtain more supplies. Therefore, there are many people going out to search for supplies nowadays. The key is that they can walk further along the ice without worrying about losing their direction and not being able to go home.

Song Jinhe nodded to show that he understood, and the two of them went downstairs one after another, carefully stepping forward on the slippery ice.

But she couldn't hold on for long before Song Jinhe stumbled and almost fell down. It was Cheng Qianhuai who helped her in time to barely stand still.

"It still doesn't work. I just happened to bring anti-slip shoe covers. Let's put on a pair each of us quickly. Otherwise, if we slip after taking two steps, we won't reach our destination in half a day."

She took out the shoe covers from the space under the cover of her backpack, and after putting them on her shoes, they no longer slipped. The strong grip gave her a sense of security.

"That's right, let's set off quickly and try to get back before dark."

She waved to Cheng Qianhuai, and the two walked step by step on the ice toward the city center.

Today’s goal is to find wood that is resistant to burning. In fact, some wooden furniture can barely meet their requirements, but splitting it into suitable sizes and transporting it home is still a problem.

Song Jinhe didn't mind, and it was good to transport it back bit by bit. Anyway, she usually had nothing to do, so going out to search for supplies could be considered a way to pass the time.

It can also rationalize the supplies she hoarded before the end of the world, so why not?

On the way to the city center, you can see many high-rise buildings, some of which are mixed with companies and the like. The desks inside are the best burning materials.

Cheng Qianhuai put an ax in his backpack. After walking into the building with Song Jinhe, they started looking for furniture to start with.

After all, wooden tables and chairs are very common things in daily life. Although not every company uses them, they are indeed easy to find.

Looking at the table with good material in front of him, Song Jinhe slowly took out the electric saw that was wrapped in cloth from his hiking bag, gently peeled off the cloth, and then handed it to Cheng Qianhuai.

"Use this, it will save you effort."

The man who was taking out the ax at this moment widened his eyes in disbelief, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he said tremblingly: "You were carrying this thing on your back all the way?"

Song Jinhe nodded nonchalantly. She had put this in her backpack in advance. Although it was a little heavy, it was still more reasonable than taking out a chainsaw from an empty backpack.

"This saves effort, how nice it is."

A must-have item for killing people and selling goods, Song Jinhe brand chainsaw is worth owning.

The corners of Cheng Qianhuai's mouth hidden under the scarf twitched, he reached out to take the electric saw and began to cut the tables and chairs in front of him into appropriate sizes.

It has to be said that the chainsaw is comfortable and labor-saving to use, and even the efficiency has been improved a lot.

Seeing the well-cut tables and chairs being sawed into wooden sticks of similar lengths, Cheng Qianhuai felt a sense of accomplishment. Song Jinhe also helped by collecting some scattered scraps together.

These things will be of great use when the temperature drops again. Many people were frozen to death overnight because they did not predict in advance that the temperature would continue to drop.

But this is a good way to die. At least you are still sleeping before dying. Maybe the world in the dream is happier and more beautiful than reality.

Cheng Qianhuai left the top of a table uncut and planned to place wooden sticks on it and tie it up, then drag it home with hemp rope.

This saves effort by not having to carry it on your shoulders, and gliding on the ice also reduces the possibility of the ice collapsing with the wood and people.

The two people cooperated well and quickly fixed the wooden sticks. Each person used force on the rope at the same time, and the pull seemed to be quite smooth.

On the way back, I didn't see many people searching for firewood like them. Most of them went to find supplies further away. The harvest was not bad, and the smiles on their faces couldn't be concealed at all.

Song Jinhe looked at the snowflakes falling on his body. He couldn't tell how big they were, but he could still find a few that had a presence.

Nowadays, it is indeed a very wise choice to go out and search for supplies when the temperature is not too low. If you think about it when the temperature is as low as minus 30-40 degrees Celsius, ordinary down jackets and cotton jackets are no longer useful.

"It's snowing. Do you want to stock up on some supplies for the winter? I always feel that no matter what kind of weather it is now, it's not normal. We still need to be fully prepared."

Cheng Qianhuai grabbed the hemp rope and turned around to ask Song Jinhe, but saw that she was walking forward with her head buried in her head, her mind wandering to nowhere.

He couldn't help but feel helpless, and asked again in a louder voice before calling her attention back.

"Okay, no problem."

Song Jinhe nodded vigorously, secretly approving of Cheng Qianhuai's IQ.

She was originally thinking about how to hint him to stock up on supplies to resist the severe cold, but she didn't expect that he would actually bring it up first to save her from having to waste any more time.

"It's definitely not going to work today. How about we go again tomorrow? If we set off early, we can go farther away and find more supplies."

Song Jinhe's proposal was approved by Cheng Qianhuai. It was getting dark very early now, and it would probably be evening when they would send the firewood home. The temperature was even lower at night, so going out at that time was obviously not a wise choice.

Everything is fine on the 18th floor, except that going up and down the stairs is a hassle. Although the water is now frozen on the 8th and a half floors, carrying firewood up and down is still a physical job.

Cheng Qianhuai strongly protested against Song Jinhe's work and only asked her to go home and rest, but the other party refused at all, so he could only speed up silently, hoping that if he worked more, she would be less tired.

Song Jinhe's competitive spirit was provoked by him. What? Does she look weak?

She seemed a little unconvinced, so she added weight and increased the speed. However, she never expected that her arms would be sore and weak after the move, and her legs would be weak when she went upstairs.

But in comparison, Cheng Qianhuai only sweated a little, and the rest was no different from usual.

Song Jinhe narrowed his eyes, he was pretty good at pretending, men have high self-esteem.

Cheng Qianhuai's eyes were filled with distress when he saw how tired she was. Is her physical strength so poor? If she had known earlier, he should have had a tougher attitude. What if she was hurting her body by working like this?

The two people have completely opposite ideas, but their ultimate goals are very unified.

'I will never rush to work again. '

'I will never let her work again. '