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

"Are you two residents of Building 3? Our family is new and we are very happy to meet you."

He has an elegant face, like a scholar, making it hard for people to feel disgusted.

Song Jinhe looked at the two of them without any ill intentions, but he didn't have a cold face. He raised a smile and said hello.

"It's so late, are you still going out to look for supplies?"

The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly: "We were planning to go out for convenience, and we happened to meet you."

After speaking, he looked behind Cheng Qianhuai and found the heating fireplace.

The man thought for a moment: "Are you thinking about how to move this thing back?"

Song Jinhe nodded, but didn't say much, let alone ask for help.

She didn't have much interaction with these two people, and she didn't know if they were as easy to get along with as they seemed, so she should be wary of them no matter what.

In addition, they are now considered a part of Building 3, and may have been indoctrinated by the aborigines to stay away from the 18th floor. She does not want to risk talking to them too much.

The middle-aged man pointed to his son: "Wait until we two go out to relax. My son is a Sanda coach and has a lot of strength. He can just help you put the fireplace up."

After saying that, Song Jinhe and his son walked out of the corridor without waiting for Song Jinhe to say anything. Perhaps they were afraid that she would mind, so the two of them ran farther away and did not let Song Jinhe hear any embarrassing sounds.

It was windy and snowy outside, and when they came back they were already feeling chilly. They were all starting to shiver a little, obviously they were very cold.

They couldn't refuse and moved forward to move the fireplace together. Cheng Qianhuai also hurriedly stepped forward to help. The three of them began to move together inexplicably and arrived at the 10th floor before their eyes.

The young man asked: "Which floor do you live on?"

Song Jinhe followed them and said, "18th floor, we're in trouble."

I thought they would put the fireplace down hesitantly, but I never expected that they wouldn't mind at all. They continued to muster up their strength to move the fireplace with Cheng Qianhuai, and helped them to the safety door before stopping.

"I won't enter your house anymore. You should go to bed early. We will go back first."

Cheng Qianhuai quickly stopped them: "I haven't asked you what your names are yet? Which floor do you live on?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "My name is Xu Qingkang, my son's name is Xu Yuesheng, and I live in 1701.

I have just moved here and I am not very familiar with the neighbors. I hope that we can all take care of each other in the future. If you need our help in any way, please feel free to do so. "

Cheng Qianhuai nodded, then picked up the hiking bag on the side and took out a pack of noodles.

It weighs a full 10 kilograms. It was collected from Linlang Garden today. It was just used to thank the father and son.

"You two have done me a big favor. I can't let you go away empty-handed. Take this bag of noodles and treat it as a little tribute from me."

He is not a person who likes to owe others favors. If he has any favors, he will repay them now, so that he does not have to keep them for others to use this favors to hold him hostage in the future.

Xu Qingkang wanted to refuse, but Xu Yuesheng stepped forward and accepted it without hesitation: "Then we are not welcome. It is already very late. You two should take a rest."

Xu Qingkang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and walked back home with Xu Yuesheng on the steps.

He waited until he entered the door of 1701 before he spoke: "Let's just help someone move something. It feels like it's too much to collect so many noodles.

How difficult is it to find something to eat in today's world? It's too easy for us to get these noodles, which makes me feel uneasy. "

Xu Yuesheng put the noodles on the kitchen stove and turned to face his father: "Since he can give us this noodles easily, it proves that he is not short of food.

Dad, there are five people in our family. We don’t have enough food to eat. If we can accept it, don’t refuse. The most important thing is to be able to fill our stomachs. "

He sighed helplessly: "I don't want to take advantage of others. I can only help him with whatever work he has to do in the future."

Xu Qingkang rubbed his eyes, walked into the auxiliary bedroom, looked at his sleeping daughter and granddaughter, and leaned on the door frame tiredly.

Xu Yuesheng also came closer and gently rubbed his sweet little face.

"Wang Hao, that bastard, left his wife and children to flee alone. If it weren't for our family, I can't imagine what would have happened to my sister and Tiantian."

His eyes were full of distress, his fists were clenched tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

"If I meet Wang Hao, I will beat him to death!"

*

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai had already worked together to move the fireplace into 1801, but it was too late, so neither of them planned to assemble it today.

"Don't go home. I just went to get a bowl of noodles. You can eat it to warm yourself up."

Song Jinhe didn't refuse: "Then I'll go home and clean up first, and I'll come find you later."

After returning to 1802, she turned on the electric blanket and stuffed the firewood that had been prepared in advance into the fireplace. Watching the flames gradually licking the dry firewood, she baked her hands and took a small bag of vacuum packaging with her. The sauce beef went to 1801.

Eating noodles alone is always tasteless, but you still need to add some flavor to make it delicious.

Sitting at the dining table, there was a small layer of oil floating on the noodle soup, some chopped green onions and coriander sprinkled on it, and an egg lying in it.

Song Jinhe took a sip of the soup with a spoon first. Although she simply added some vinegar and seasonings, the taste was not bland. Just drinking the soup made her feel warm all over.

"This soy beef is vacuum-packed, and it's not bad at low temperatures. I just ate it to replenish my energy."

She pushed the opened sauced beef in front of Cheng Qianhuai, and the two sat facing each other and finished their dinner.

Cheng Qianhuai didn't let Song Jinhe clear the dishes, and she didn't insist. After saying hello, she went home and went into the space to take a shower and rest.

She was really tired after a whole day today, and the incident in the ice cave made her feel a little tired.

Although I really want to catch the group of people who set up the trap, now is obviously not the best time. I have to wait until dawn.

Song Jinhe knew that using ice caves to harm people would not happen just once. No matter how much this group of people continued to develop, one day she and Cheng Qianhuai might also be accidentally attacked.

She will not let go of anyone who threatens her.

The snowflakes outside the window fell with the strong wind, rolling up a slightly messy vortex of snowflakes, and disappeared after a while.

The temperature that had been falling rapidly seemed to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment. It remained at minus 37 degrees Celsius without any major changes.

Song Jinhe spent a wonderful night under the protection of the electric blanket, and when he woke up the next day, he felt much more energetic.

She woke up in a daze and baked herself some bread. She also added a slice of cheese and fried crispy bacon, which tasted pretty good when combined.

After breakfast, her sleepiness dissipated. She turned the fire a little brighter, then got dressed and knocked on the door of 1801.