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

The three leisurely days passed quickly, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The water on the streets had already submerged most of the shops, and the first floors of many communities were no longer habitable.

Song Jinhe looked at various disaster reports on the Internet, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

She lives on the 18th floor, and the disaster has not affected her yet.

Thinking of this, she looked downstairs. The residents on the first floor had begun to move upwards, and the corridor was in chaos.

Song Jinhe sighed helplessly. It can't affect her now, but as time goes by, she will still be targeted by the survivors in the building.

In order to sort out her mood, her consciousness entered the space and she looked at the fry in the lake and curled her eyes.

The fry have grown up a little, the rabbit has actually given birth to a litter, and the mooing sound in the cow pen has made the space a little more lively.

She only hopes that she can rely on space to live well. Although natural disasters are merciless, she is well prepared and the possibility of survival will be much higher.

Thinking of the hardships she had endured in her previous life, she paused with her fingertips and then left the space.

The ringtone on the sofa was ringing endlessly. Song Jinhe looked at the caller ID and saw that it was his scumbag father Song Yuan.

Song Yuan's slightly anxious tone came from the other end: "Xiaohe, hurry up and buy antipyretics and cold medicine for children.

Your brother has a high fever now and is feeling groggy. If he doesn't take medicine, he won't be able to survive.

I called 120, but the hospital said it was too busy right now and couldn't send an ambulance. There was really nothing we could do. "

Song Jinhe stood by the window and looked at the raging water downstairs. At this time, it had flooded to the second floor, and many residents were affected.

"It's raining so hard outside, and the water is one floor deep. How do you want me to deliver medicine to you?"

Song Yuan touched Song Tianci's forehead anxiously: "I don't care what method you use, you can't just watch your brother die, right?

I'll be waiting for you at home. Come over as soon as you find the medicine. "

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly without giving Song Jinhe a chance to refuse.

Throwing the phone into the gap of the sofa without a care, Song Jinhe took a bite of the beef and enoki mushrooms he had cooked in sour soup with satisfaction.

She didn't agree to find medicine. As for Song Tianci, this naughty kid, the sooner he died, the better.

An executioner who took pleasure in torturing cats and dogs since he was a child. He did a lot of lifting girls' skirts and spitting on them. His death can be regarded as killing harm for the people.

The Song family stayed in the rental house waiting for Song Jinhe to come to the door, but from morning until dark they never heard a knock on the door.

Liu Cuiyan cried anxiously: "What should I do? Why doesn't that damn girl come to deliver the medicine? Our God-given body temperature is getting higher and higher. What should we do?"

Old Mrs. Song also shouted heartily, but she couldn't wake up Song Tianci who had fainted from a high fever.

Song Yuan rushed around anxiously and called Song Jinhe again: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you hear I asked you to deliver medicine?"

Song Jinhe chewed the apple, making a clicking sound, and replied nonchalantly: "Did I promise to send it to you?

Why don't you think of a solution for your own son and let me send him there in heavy rain and stagnant water? Is there something wrong with your brain? "

After she finished speaking, she hung up without waiting for Song Yuan to answer, and then continued to chew the apple happily, even harder.

Mrs. Song also heard what Song Jinhe said, and she was so angry that she covered her heart and cursed loudly.

"What did this loser say? How dare she leave her own brother alone!

My God-given, grandma’s sweetheart! Who has the medicine? Go find it quickly! "

She hugged Song Tianci into her arms and urged Song Yuan and Liu Cuiyan to go out to find antipyretics.

But during this time, many people got sick due to the cooling and heavy rains. No family can be considered rich in medicines and food, and who is willing to distribute precious medicines to them?

Song Yuan knew these things in his heart, but he couldn't just watch his son's fever persist. He had to go out and knock on the door of every house asking for medicine, but no one opened the door.

Liu Cuiyan followed him, and the two of them returned empty-handed, cursing each other as they went home. Their angry insults could be heard throughout the corridor.

"Everyone of you is a black-hearted person who refuses to save you, right? You will definitely not die well in the future!"

Liu Cuiyan spat at the anti-theft door opposite, but saw the door immediately pushed open, and a plump woman strode out and gave her a big mouthful.

"Who the hell are you spitting on? Who are you scolding?"

She pulled Liu Cuiyan's hair mercilessly, yelled and cursed loudly, and her slaps echoed clearly in the corridor.

Song Yuan hurried up to start a fight, but unexpectedly, a very strong muscular man grabbed his wrist.

"What do you want to do? You two cursed and spat at my house. A few beatings will not be considered a loss for you.

If you want to take action, it won't just be between their women. "

Song Yuan looked at the muscular man in front of him who was grabbing him like a chicken, and then at Liu Cuiyan who was being beaten one-sidedly. He licked his lips twice but still didn't dare to move or say a word.

The absurd farce lasted for more than half an hour before it ended. Song Yuan took Liu Cuiyan home with a bruised nose and swollen face and could not speak. Because she failed to get antipyretic medicine, the two of them were scolded again.

At this moment, Song Jinhe was happily lying on the sofa watching TV series. She had downloaded many TV series and novels on her tablet and mobile phone in advance, and now she just used them to pass the time.

The fragrant millet porridge in the kitchen is being cooked slowly over low heat, bubbling and popping with gorgeous rice pops.

The new community she moved into is called Jinyuan Belvedere, and the community's owner group chat is currently buzzing.

Song Jinhe watched the residents in each building anxiously waiting for rescue, and took a calm sip of the honey water in his hand.

Wasn't she like this in her last life? However, the affected area was large and there were not enough manpower. Many rescuers died in the extreme weather, but only a few people were actually rescued. Compared with the vast number of people affected by the disaster, they were simply a drop in the bucket.

[Happy Family (Building 3, Unit 1, 0201)]: Can anyone help take us in? The floods are coming, and our family has no way to escape. The furniture has been soaked.

[Big stinky fart coming from the distance (11, Unit 2, Building 0602)]: Everyone is having a hard time these days, so you might as well call for help.

My family is also running out of food and water. I really don’t know when the rescue workers will come to our area.

[The Breeze of Spring (2, Unit 1, Building 1802)]: That’s right, the roof of my house started to leak, and the ceiling was soaked into disarray.

Property owners, don't pretend to be dead. Hurry up and find someone to fix it for me. I pay property fees every month!