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

"Potatoes have a short growth cycle and can be harvested in about 50 days after planting. If you are willing, I can share these potatoes with everyone. We can plant them together and the harvest will be better."

Song Jinhe looked very sincere, and soon someone below him said weakly: "I am willing to plant."

It was Li Mianmian who lived in 1101. She was now skinny and skinny, and her face was cracked by the cold. Although it was scabbed, she was still not completely healed.

With her taking the lead, more and more people expressed their willingness. After all, this is indeed a good way to eat full.

Plant one round after another, and you don’t have to worry about one day without food.

Naturally, Wang Xingsheng would not refuse such a good thing. When Zhang Shimin looked at Song Jinhe, he lowered his head guiltily and did not dare to say a word.

The two of them had been severely punished by Wang Xingsheng. They had lost face in front of everyone and did not dare to make any small moves again.

Seeing that no one had any objections, Song Jinhe continued to speak.

“I can share these potato seeds with everyone, but it’s not free, so I can’t lose anything.

I want 40% of the total amount of crops harvested from now on. "

She raised her eyes and looked at everyone, with some questioning and probing in her eyes.

Once someone says that she wants more, that person will be kicked out of the building immediately.

Wang Xingsheng was the first to answer: "The first batch of seeds were given by Xiao Song, so I have no objection to you taking these."

He grinned: "Anyway, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to grow half a potato."

As soon as his words came out, the team members behind him all spoke in agreement, and the aborigines in Building 3 also nodded in agreement.

Song Jinhe opened the bag containing the potatoes with satisfaction: "The quantity of these potatoes is not small. Let's take out 1/3 to sprout and cut into pieces for planting, and everyone will eat the rest equally. After all, there is a shortage of supplies recently. Who has the leftover food?" Not much more.”

This is the sweetness before starting work, and it can also save those who are about to starve to death.

The more people there are, the more powerful she will be. When the time comes, she will be able to get far more than what she takes out.

With a huge profit, Song Jinhe didn't lose at all.

Listening to what she said, the survivors' eyes lit up.

No matter which family they live in, they tighten their belts and basically eat only one meal every two or three days, which can only fill their stomachs a little, and they can't even be said to be three cents full.

The potatoes delivered by Song Jinhe were a timely gift, which not only saved their lives, but also brought new hope to Building 3.

For a moment, everyone was filled with gratitude.

The male owner of 1401 came forward holding the hands of his wife and children: "Thank you, I apologize to you for our previous behavior."

The three of them bent their waists very low, their eyes full of remorse and guilt.

When they followed Zhao Yiming to criticize the 18th floor, they actually felt that their behavior was wrong, but everyone's attitude was the same. If they went their own way, they would end up being isolated in the end.

What's more, lard has deceived his heart. If his own family is not doing well, he will always envy other families. Gradually, he will become a little ambitious, but he never dares to actually come to look for trouble.

Song Jinhe looked at their sincere attitudes, but he was not touched at all.

"If we correct our mistakes and correct them, we will still be good neighbors. We will work hard from now on and everyone will have enough to eat."

In fact, she only asked the aborigines in Building 3 to come here just to show that she was treating everyone equally, so that she could have a better reputation and get more people to help her work.

But being willing to let the aborigines join does not mean that she does not hold grudges. Everything depends on their performance. If they still act as calculating as before, she can only exclude these people.

Just like 1702.

"We must plant potatoes in the same location, so let's set it at 1601. Then we will allocate manpower to take turns taking care of it.

Priority will be given to those with planting experience. The more you pay, the more you will reap. I hope everyone will stop hiding their secrets and teach everyone good ways to farm. "

She has designated a planting site, but at this moment there is still a lack of fertile soil.

Although there is a lot of it in the space, pulling out such good soil out of thin air will definitely arouse suspicion from others.

Song Jinhe discussed with Wang Xingsheng and asked him to organize survivors to brave the low temperature to search for flower pots in various buildings, dig out the soil inside and transport them to 1601.

Although the soil in the flower pot has been frozen into hard lumps after such a long time, there is actually no big problem with a little care, and it will not make it impossible to grow any crops.

If you want to farm, the floor of 1601 must also be prepared for waterproofing. It is best to find some plastic foam and lay it flat on the ground. This matter is left to the aborigines in Building No. .

Although the temperature outside the building is low, it is not impossible to go out.

She picked out the potatoes that needed to be planted and put them in the living room of 1601. After closing the door, she returned to 1602.

Everyone gathered in the room and watched Song Jinhe clean the potatoes and roast them on the fire.

Crackling, the aroma kept exploding, everyone's eyes were basically glued to the charcoal basin in the middle, and the sound of swallowing water kept coming.

The charred potatoes roasted in the charcoal pot made them feel that the end of the world was not entirely painful.

In the extreme cold, they can even eat delicious baked potatoes.

Everyone in Building 3 will remember this day. Song Jinhe came to them with a bag of potatoes and gave them hope to survive in the end of the world.

It was she who opened up a new way to survive for the survivors here.

Seeing that the potatoes in the charcoal basin were almost cooked, Song Jinhe picked them out one by one with an iron rod standing on the side. The hot potatoes fell to the ground and suddenly opened a small hole.

"It's delicious."

Gao Lele chuckled, holding his sister's hand with his little hand and swallowing.

He has been eating ice cubes recently. Although he can sometimes get a piece of biscuit to eat, these potatoes that can warm the stomach and body are obviously more attractive.

Song Jinhe took out a small kitchen scale from his small schoolbag and distributed the potatoes evenly, completely impartially.

Everyone's weight is the same. Yours looks more than mine, and mine looks less than yours.

In this way, conflicts will not break out at the beginning of cooperation.

There were a lot of people, more than 30 people in total. In fact, each person only got a small piece.

But who would object to such a small amount of potatoes? It's not too late for them to be grateful.

There was a lot of charcoal ash on the potatoes, and the skin was dirty and black, but no one found it objectionable.

It’s good to have something to eat. Everyone has eaten even dirtier things. Do you still mind the dust on it?

Song Jinhe also divided a piece for himself and Cheng Qianhuai. Now they are allied with the survivors in the building, so naturally they can't do anything special.

There is no need to give your share to others. In this way, eating dirty potatoes with them can actually shorten the distance between them.

After eating the hot potatoes, everyone felt a lot warmer.