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

The sun was rising, and the temperature was frighteningly high. If you stood under the sun for a few minutes, your exposed skin would peel and blister.

But there are still many survivors who went to the city center to sign up to clean the streets for the promised 3 kilograms of old rice.

Seeing the large number of survivors coming, Wang Xingsheng, who was crowded in the crowd, also frowned in confusion.

Based on the salary of 3 kilograms of rice per person, if so many survivors came to sign up, wouldn't it mean that tons of old rice would be distributed?

Can Yuncheng, which has experienced natural disasters, really still have this strength?

Although they were doubtful, no one wanted to give up this opportunity. They still stepped forward to sign up and followed the arrangement and went to the street they were responsible for.

The ground was covered with corpses and rotting pieces of meat mixed with mud. The stench was overwhelming, and the dazzling sunlight made people feel dizzy.

When he arrived at the registration office, Wang Xingsheng looked up at the registration clerk and asked cautiously: "Are we getting these 3 kilograms of rice once a day?"

"I send it once a month. Don't be so busy. It's good to have rice!"

The registration staff had a bad attitude. He was obviously complaining that Wang Xingsheng had delayed the progress, and his expression was much worse.

"If you want it, register. If you don't like the rice, just start driving. Don't steal other people's opportunities."

Wang Xingsheng thought of his wife and children, gritted his teeth and filled in his name and submitted the application form.

There are more people on the street, and everyone has tools in their hands, but they are not officially issued.

The registrar means that they have to provide these basic tools themselves. The official can only provide a batch of disinfectant water, and the rest are not yet available.

Although this request made many people hesitant and angry, it was an official task after all. They felt that at least they would not be deceived, so they started working with various crude tools.

The sun shone down the scorching heat, and the survivors were forced to go inside the building to cool off. Although their heads were covered with sweat, the smiles on their faces could not be concealed.

"It's great. The government has organized everyone to clean the streets. This round of natural disasters should be over, right?"

"For sure, it's not easy for everyone to survive until now. Now that the officials have come forward, we will definitely be able to live a good life!"

"Yes, it's not easy to stay here until now. Seeing that the disaster is about to pass, we all can't hold back and work hard to get food!"

Wang Xingsheng looked at their excited expressions, but felt something was wrong.

If we really want to distribute food, why do we have to wait until a month later?

Since there was food to be distributed, why didn't we see any vehicles transporting food into the city?

There were only a few registration personnel, so why did they disappear after the task was issued?

Everything seems to be hidden in the fog, and no matter how you look at it, you feel that there is deception everywhere.

Although there were doubts in his heart, Wang Xingsheng did not think too much. He forced himself to throw out all the thoughts that were running around in his mind and get busy with the survivors.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai were not idle at home. They led the remaining residents in the building to nail all the doors and windows on the 1st to 4th floors with wooden boards and iron sheets, and shoveled out the mud and garbage.

The weather is too hot and these things will continue to ferment in the building. Sooner or later, Building 3 will become a large garbage dump.

Wang Xingsheng and the others had searched for the required materials some time ago. The quantity was not large, but it was enough.

After being busy for a while, Song Jinhe was already a little top-heavy, and the conditions of the other survivors were not too good either.

Song Jinhe used a tattered cloth bag as a cover and took out a box of Huoxiang Zhengqi water and distributed it to the survivors who participated in the labor.

"Everyone is tired. Drink some oral liquid to cheer up. Go home and rest."

Gao Youyou took it over excitedly, but when he looked at Song Jinhe, he hesitated a little.

"You gave us so many supplies, what will you do with yourself?"

Huoxiang Zhengqi Water is a good thing nowadays, but Song Jinhe's generosity was somewhat disadvantaged in the eyes of the survivors in the building.

They are not heartless people, so naturally they are not willing to let Song Jinhe sacrifice himself to fulfill them.

"This medicine is rare. Xiao Song, please take it back. We can still hold on."

They wiped the sweat from their heads and looked simple.

Song Jinhe was slightly touched in his heart, and then smiled at them: "Everyone is tired from working. Although I don't have much supplies in my hand, I can't just watch the big guys suffer.

You can just hold it with peace of mind. The temperature is so high right now, there will always be a time when you can use it. "

Seeing that she still insisted, the others did not refuse and carefully stuffed the small glass bottles into their pockets.

If you really encounter any danger, such a small bottle can even save your life.

Seeing that they did not refuse, Song Jinhe felt slightly better and returned to 1802 with Cheng Qianhuai.

Sitting on the sofa, she took a sip of the orange juice that was handed to her and looked at the tightly blocked window: "What happened to the people who went out to work?"

"What can I do? I was deceived and didn't realize it. In the end, I still cried in anger."

Song Jinhe did not refute, after all, this was the fact.

In fact, many people have realized that something is wrong with this event, but they don't want to believe it.

They refused to believe that officials would actually lie to them, that their last hope had been wiped out, and that they were being treated like monkeys.

But what if you don’t believe it? Self-deception never ends well in the end.

"Now the officials organizing the event are probably laughing at the stupidity of these survivors with ice water. Now that the apocalypse is coming, who would have thought that everyone would have two faces?"

Song Jinhe sighed, how many people are struggling on the verge of death, and how many people are enjoying the materials exchanged for their blood?

While the survivors were freezing to death, those with power and wealth were probably partying in short skirts in warm rooms.

While the survivors endured the scorching heat due to lack of water, that group of people might be using precious water to water their favorite flowers, but they were unwilling to give a sip to those at the bottom who were trying to survive.

People of different classes often cannot empathize. When people at the bottom find that they are worse off than pigs and dogs, but the other party is enjoying life to the fullest, greater conflicts will break out.

Song Jinhe didn't want to be involved in the turmoil, but he also felt pity for the survivors struggling at the bottom.

Because she was one of these people in her last life, she thought that everyone was in the same pain as herself, but she never thought that there were still people enjoying a paradise-like life.

Envy? Hate?

Yes, but she used to hate herself, hated herself for being powerless and unable to control her own life.

But she is different now. Although she has no power, she has a wonderful jade bracelet space.

No one helped her, but she still relied on everything she had to get better and better.

"Today is probably the most harmonious day for the survivors in Yuncheng to get along. It will probably be chaotic starting tomorrow."

Song Jinhe rubbed his sore temples and exhaled heavily.