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

"Then everything will be done my way for now."

Seeing that everyone had almost eaten the potatoes, Song Jinhe patted the ashes on his hands and spoke again.

“Do you have any special skills? This way we can share ideas when we work together in the future.

Those who have the ability will naturally get more food. I hope everyone will not commit fraud and sign up enthusiastically. "

The people around looked at each other. They were all ordinary workers before the end of the world. How could they have any special skills?

At this time, Zhang Shimin's old mother, who was lying in the corner, said tremblingly: "I am a good farmer."

Now over 70 years old, she used her farm work skills to send her son to college and help him get married and have children.

Although he was brought to the city to enjoy the blessings when he got old, he never forgot his old profession, and growing potatoes was no problem.

Song Jinhe smiled at her and nodded: "Then please, grandma, please teach us more experience, and give us more guidance on a regular basis."

She was gentle and pretty, and Mrs. Zhang had a good impression of her.

"It's all as it should be."

Another man in the crowd raised his hand: "I used to be a carpenter. I can make tools and other materials if I have them."

"I'm a gardener. Although I grow flowers, I shouldn't have any problem growing potatoes."

Seeing that the survivors in Building 3 were not completely useless, Song Jinhe felt much better and looked at Cheng Qianhuai happily.

The other party also gave her a smile. With these people, the efficiency of growing potatoes is guaranteed, which is indeed a happy thing.

"Then let's do this today. It's getting dark now. Let's take a rest for the night and recharge our batteries. Those who need to look for soil tomorrow will also need to solve the waterproofing problem."

After understanding the general situation clearly, Song Jinhe stood up and left, and the survivors in 1602 also dispersed to rest.

Back in 1801, Song Jinhe rubbed his shoulders tiredly: "The most basic things have almost been solved.

We're just waiting to be the supervisors tomorrow. We can't let some thoughtful people just dismiss the matter casually. "

Cheng Qianhuai helped him tidy up his somewhat messy scarf: "Don't go, just let me go.

Although the temperature has risen a bit now, it's still very cold, so just rest at home. "

Song Jinhe frowned slightly: "Let's go together, I can't stay at home anyway."

Cheng Qianhuai sighed helplessly: "Okay, remember to wear more clothes tomorrow. Seeing as you were shivering from the cold just now in 1602, their small charcoal basin is not as good as our fireplace."

"I know, I know, what should we eat for dinner? I just ate those potatoes and I wasn't full."

Song Jinhe looked a little pitiful, and Cheng Qianhuai said helplessly: "How about fried squid tentacles, braised prawns in oil, and stir-fried mushrooms with vegetables?"

"Good good."

Song Jinhe jumped three feet high, took out the ingredients from the space, and then collapsed on the sofa and lay flat.

Directing things is really tiring, but it is indeed more interesting than lying down at home every day, and you can learn a lot from it.

She turned around and looked at the figure busy in the kitchen. Although he was wearing a bloated down jacket, he could still see his tall figure.

After living with Cheng Qianhuai for so long, she did think this man was good.

After all, he clearly had the ability to do these things, but he left everything in her hands.

She also became the profiteer, while the person who came up with the idea hid behind the scenes and was willing to be her little brother.

She was a little lucky to have traded such a good teammate with a small notebook. She was somewhat grateful for her casual behavior in high school.

House 1801 was filled with the strong aroma of food, but the family living in 1702 was panicked.

Why did everyone in Building 3 gather for a meeting in 1602, but their family was not called?

Wang Huanghua and Lu Dongming were both full of suspicion, always feeling that something was going on on the 18th floor.

Reaching out to clasp the dirt on her teeth, Wang Huanghua stretched her head and looked at the man curled up on the bed: "What do you think they were doing on the 16th floor?

Why didn't you call us? "

Lu Dongming's leg injury has not yet healed, and his whole body is sluggish, but his eyes are still full of calculation.

"Who knows, maybe there is something good that you don't want to take with our family, right?"

Wang Huanghua sat up suddenly: "This is not okay! Our family is an old resident of Building 3, why don't you take us with you if you have good things?"

Lu Dongming snorted coldly, moved his legs and tried to sit up, but was forced to lie back again by the unbearable stinging pain.

"I was discovered last time when I tried to pick the door lock on the 18th floor. She definitely didn't take us with her."

Wang Huanghua didn't want to do it anymore, scratched her greasy hair and said angrily: "Didn't you break your leg because of her?

Isn't this punishment enough? With your legs like this, it would be magnanimous of us not to let her pay for the supplies, but she still dares to leave us alone? "

Lu Dong understood this stupid woman and said, "What? Do you think our family can compete with the 18th floor? Or do you want me to break another leg?"

Be more calm recently and don't always make trouble for me. "

Wang Huanghua spat on the floor: "Isn't it for the sake of this family? That bitch has so many things in his hands that he is willing to take the entire Building 3 but miss our house.

Doesn't this mean that everyone in the building is not allowed to treat us? Isn’t it just about isolation? "

She looked at Lu Dongming's body lying on the bed, her face filled with disgust and disgust.

Now this man is a waste, and she needs help with everything. Even going to the toilet is a troublesome thing.

She had had enough of this miserable life, so she must get some benefits from Song Jinhe.

"Don't worry about it, I'll go out tomorrow to see what they are doing.

I have been unlucky to have followed you all my life. Why did my parents fall in love with such a loser like you in the first place?

I've never had a good day following you, and now I have to be burdened with taking care of you. "

Wang Huanghua glanced at Lu Dongming angrily, snorted coldly, then wrapped herself in a quilt and went to sleep, not seeing the murderous intent hidden in Lu Dongming's eyes at all.

He's just a cheap hoof, but now he actually dares to ride on his head?

Taking care of her husband is a matter of course, but here she keeps nagging her.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Lu Dongming snorted and looked at the ceiling.

Let this bitch go make trouble tomorrow. If she can get some benefits, it's best. If she can't get any benefits, just let her be hacked to death by Song Jinhe, so as not to bother him again when she gets home.

Everyone had different thoughts at night, but everyone except 1702 was full of joy, and even felt that the flames in the charcoal basin were burning brighter.

If they can survive and have food, their lives will definitely get better and better.

Wang Xingsheng was too excited to sleep, thinking about the potatoes waiting to sprout, and he wished he could plant them right away.

He can continue to make a living with his brothers. Everyone is still alive and there is still a chance for everything.