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

She did not want to get involved in the petty quarrel between the couple. After all, the two parties were not familiar enough and should not interfere too much in other people's family affairs.

Although Song Jinhe is willing to continue to get along with this interesting person Wen Qiao, it is obvious that now is not the time for her to come to the rescue.

Things between lovers are not something she, an outsider, should get involved in.

Sitting on the folded pony, Song Jinhe watched helplessly as Wen Qiao was taken away by Jiang Xu with a grimace on his face. He looked back mercilessly and continued to wait for the next customer to arrive.

Wen Qiao had just discussed the prices of these supplies with her. If someone came to buy them, she would have the confidence to bargain.

Today's dark night is still filled with steaming heat. The searchlights hanging in the sky have dispersed the endless darkness. The noisy voices are much more interesting than staying at home in a daze.

Humans are indeed social animals, and their mood will gradually deteriorate if they stay at home all the time.

Song Jinhe patiently greeted the customers coming and going. Nearly an hour had passed since she arrived at the market, and she had gained a lot.

An exquisite men's watch, a big brand before the end of the world, could only be exchanged for a bag of biscuits from her.

A bag of well-sealed garlic sausages was exchanged for a bag of sanitary napkins.

A bucket of medical disinfectant alcohol was exchanged for a canned fruit.

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Song Jinhe enjoys the feeling of trading, which is much more interesting than lying at home and watching TV shows every day.

Meet more people and see more things. You can also have more contact with today’s survivors and learn more news.

She was looking around at the survivors boredly when a timid child's voice suddenly sounded.

"Sister, can I exchange it for the mineral water you have?"

Song Jinhe looked up and saw a thin and dirty little boy standing timidly in front of the stall, holding a small furry animal in his hand.

It was very small, held gently by his tender little hands, and made a short cry from time to time.

It's a completely black cat.

Song Jinhe looked up and looked behind the boy. Standing was a tall man with a tattered sack on his body and a dirty ax on his waist.

Seeing her move her gaze to him, the man touched the child's head and said: "This is the cub of my big cat. The big cat died, and only this little thing is left.

If you like it, I'd like to exchange bottles of water with you, but you can't eat cat meat. This guy is still young and doesn't have much meat on his body. "

When he spoke, he looked away from the furry body, obviously with some reluctance.

Song Jinhe naturally understood his feelings, and being able to carry a cat through the scorching heat showed how much their family valued that cat.

It's a pity that life is not easy for anyone nowadays. There is no way this kitten can live without its mother.

The family couldn't bear to eat it, and they couldn't bear to throw the cat away, so they could only take it to the market to exchange for supplies and try to find a good home for the cat.

Song Jinhe had watched the father and son walk around the market several times, and it turned out that the real reason was this little guy.

Seeing the tears falling from the corners of the little boy's eyes, she hesitated for a moment and took the kitten into her hands.

The boy was a little reluctant to part with it, but finally handed it over carefully at his father's urging.

"Its mother's name is Mimi, she is my sister."

He bit his fingers and said, "My mother said that we can't raise a child for sister Mimi. We can only find a good owner for it."

Song Jinhe lowered his head and looked at the cat cub in his hand. It was no bigger than her palm. The fur on its body was sparse and short, but it felt inexplicably good.

She was usually bored to death, but it was actually good to have such a little thing to pass the time.

"Okay, I'll take the cat. Is it enough to give you a bottle of water?"

Water is extremely scarce nowadays, and it is not wise to exchange it for a wilted cat cub, but Song Jinhe has the capital.

The man was a little surprised when he heard this. After all, everyone could see that this was a loss-making deal. He didn't expect Song Jinhe to actually agree.

"Enough is enough."

He took the mineral water, glanced at the kitten in Song Jinhe's palm with some reluctance, grabbed his crying son and left the market.

Song Jinhe touched his chin and gently teased it with his fingers, but he didn't get any response.

Cheng Qianhuai's voice suddenly sounded from behind her: "Do you really want to raise it?"

He raised his hand and gently poked the fragile little head: "It takes time and effort to raise this little thing. Aren't you afraid of trouble?"

Song Jinhe shook his head: "I have nothing to do every day, so I can pass the time with such a gadget."

When Cheng Qianhuai saw her persistence, he naturally would not contradict her.

"Then let's go home now. I think it's not in good condition. You'd better feed it something quickly."

Song Jinhe raised his eyes and glanced at the tent in the center of the market, stuffed the cat into his pocket, packed up everything on the stall, and hurried back to Jinyuan Belvedere.

Cheng Qianhuai was carrying a hiking bag, while she carefully rubbed the kitten's body, feeling its soft body and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be nice if she wasn't dead. She didn't want to get bad news before she got home.

The two of them were not too slow. They almost ran back to the community, but they saw a man standing in front of the door, holding dumbbells and posing.

Song Jinhe frowned in confusion. This guy looked like a peacock spreading its tail, which made people feel a little greasy.

He does look good, but it's a pity that the natural disaster was a heavy blow. His skin is inevitably a little rough, but it is also inexplicably a little more wild.

Cheng Qianhuai instantly thought of the men and women Xu Qingkang said who wanted to step on him to get the upper hand. Do they all regard him as a dead person?

The man in front of him was probably not a good person. His eyes never left Song Jinhe from the beginning.

He took two steps forward to block his view of Song Jinhe, raised his fingertips and feinted towards his neck, the threat was self-evident.

Cheng Qianhuai is a very stingy person. He knows that people like Song Jinhe who are powerful and rich in resources can logically have more followers, but he doesn't want to.

He finally had the opportunity to stand by her side, so how could he be willing to give up the position he had finally obtained?

Furthermore, these people only liked Song Jinhe because of her exquisite skin and supplies. He would not feel at ease letting such people stay by her side.

Song Jinhe didn't care. She was not interested in this kind of person. Now she wanted to go home and feed the kitten some goat milk powder and give it a nice name.

The two of them walked quickly towards Building 3. The man standing at the door of the community threw away the dumbbell in frustration, rubbed his sore shoulders and returned to his home.

If Cheng Qianhuai was not here, he might still have some confidence, but Song Jinhe was not someone to be trifled with, and the man next to her was even more of a killer.

Although he wants to cling to powerful people, he is not willing to gamble with his own life. After all, the life he finally picked up in the last days cannot be thrown away so easily.