Stocking up for the end of the world: Erha took me and my best friend to become well-off

Yang Qing drove forward and put the car into a space about one kilometer away from the camp. He took off his helmet and body armor, changed into old clothes, and put the two dogs away.

The rescue camps are full of refugees, and it is dangerous for dogs to be released.

Carrying a canvas bag and walking forward, after walking for a mile, I gradually saw some people.

Everyone was looking disgraced, some were traveling with their families, some were alone, and they were all exhausted.

Yang Qing was injured, and with his face and body dirty, he looked a bit like a refugee.

She stepped forward to inquire about the location of the rescue camp, and someone pointed her in the direction.

Yang Qing walked forward against the wind and sand. After a while, he was covered in dirt and his hair was gray. He looked like a real refugee.

There were more and more people going forward, and there were still many people going to the rescue camp. After all, they didn't know what was going on inside, and they all thought they could get rescued.

Suddenly the sky darkened, a thunder exploded, and a black hurricane appeared in the distance. The hurricane was mixed with thunder and lightning, and it came over overwhelmingly.

Then heavy raindrops poured down, and everyone immediately fled in all directions.

"Hurry, come into the camp!" someone shouted.

"Don't hide under the tree, there's lightning!"

A bolt of lightning struck a tree, splitting it in half. The people under the tree had no time to hide and fell down.

Yang Qing protected her hands and ran up the mountain quickly. The camp was not far away on the mountain.

The heavy rain fell down on her head and face, as if someone was pouring water from a basin under the sky. In a short while, her whole body was drenched. The rain flowed down her hair, pouring down the dust and yellow sand on her head, forming dirty lines on her face. Tiny water marks.

Yang Qing wiped her face and ran away. Her whole body was wet and dirty, and she was even more of a refugee than a refugee.

These were all fine, but the plaster on his hand became heavy after being soaked by the water, causing pain in his shoulder. Coupled with running, his arm was shaken, and the fractured area started to hurt again.

Yang Qing had no choice but to stop first, trying to find a place where no one was and hide in the space, but saw a person running towards him, "Quick, follow me!"

As he came up to grab her wrist, Yang Qing found a man in military uniform, probably a soldier from the rescue camp, and quickly said, "I can do it myself."

But there was no way to enter the space, so I had to follow the soldier and run forward.

There were several people running behind him.

Not long after, I saw a flat area in front of me, where many military tents were set up. The heavy rain caused water to wash between the tents, and many of the tents were flooded.

People outside were still rushing into the tent. It was better to have a place to hide than to be caught in the rain outside.

The soldier pointed to one of the tents and said, "You go in there first. For the injured, someone will come over and bandage your wounds in a while."

The tent was dark, and someone lit a candle and placed it in the center. Whenever someone lifted the tent curtain, the candle began to sway. It seemed to be extinguished, but then it stubbornly lit up again.

Yang Qing sat in a corner, took out a towel from his bag and wiped his hair quietly until the towel turned black. You can imagine how dirty he was.

Everyone was silent, arranging themselves, no one spoke, and only occasionally looked at others.

Yang Qing sat in the darkest place, turned his back, quietly untied the bandage on his hand, took off the plaster and threw it into the space, then took out two splints and tied the hand again.

Someone glanced in her direction, but it was too dark in the tent to see clearly.

Yang huddled in the corner and secretly looked at the other people.

They were all women, their clothes were soaked, their hair was in strands, their faces were stained, and most of their clothes were shabby. One of them might have just fallen, and his knees were bloody and painful. Gotta hum.

But no one paid attention to her.

Everyone is bad, and no one has the energy to take care of others.

Yang Qing sat for a while, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the wet clothes sticking to her body. There was a dull pain in her hands, and the injured area was wet and swollen.

She thought for a moment, took out a set of dry old clothes from her bag, turned around and changed into them.

They are all women anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they see them.

If you don't change your clothes and let wet clothes stick to your body, you will definitely develop a fever later, and your health is still in danger.

Quickly change out of wet clothes, put on dry clothes, and put the wet clothes in a plastic bag into your bag.

Others were a little surprised, not expecting that she had clothes to change.

Most of them didn't bring anything with them. It would be great if they could escape. Where would they have time to get anything?

After sitting for a while, Yang Qing's stomach growled. She took out a piece of bread from her bag and ate it silently in the dark.

But in such a dark place, people's sense of smell became more sensitive, and they looked in the direction of Yang Qing when they smelled the fragrance.

Yang Qing glanced at everyone and quickly finished the bread.

Finally someone couldn't help but ask, "Sister, do you have anything to eat there?"

"If you have any, can you share it with us?"

"No more!" Yang Qing said coldly.

"We all smelled it. You carried a bag. There must be a lot of good things in it, right?" Someone else said, "Look, we don't have anything. You have clothes to change and food to eat. Share some with us." ?”

"That's right, people can't be too selfish."

"Just give me a small piece of bread. I won't eat it, but my child is so hungry that he can't bear it." A woman with a child said.

The child stared at Yang Qing fiercely, his eyes glowing green.

Another person said: "I don't want food, I just want dry clothes. I'm injured, and it's too uncomfortable for wet clothes to stick to me."

"There are no more clothes." Yang Qing remained motionless.

If so, these people could eat her alive.

"I don't believe it. Your bag is so big. How can you just fit a set of clothes? Just a piece of bread? Take out your bag and show us!"

"It's just, what's wrong with giving you a set of clothes? It's not like you won't return them. When the weather clears, I will return the clothes to you."

"They are all refugees, don't be too selfish."

A coldness flashed in Yang Qing's eyes, but she also knew that there was no need to argue with them here. She didn't have the energy, and it was impossible to kill people in this rescue camp, which would cause unnecessary trouble.

She opened the bag and walked to the candlelight, "If you don't believe it, look at it!"

Yang Qing took out a knife from the bag and held it in his hand, unfolding the backpack. There was nothing in it except a set of wet clothes, a dirty towel, and a mineral water bottle without water.

Everyone was very disappointed, and when they saw that Yang Qing had a knife in his hand, they immediately retreated far away.

"Forget it if you don't, we are not unreasonable people."

"How come there's nothing at all? You're carrying such a big bag for nothing."

"What bad luck!"

Yang Qing held the knife and shook it in front of the candle, with fierce eyes, "Don't force me, I don't owe you anything!"

Seeing how fierce she was, everyone shut up and hid in the corner silently.

Yang Qing returned to where he was before, holding the knife across his chest, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of rain outside.

It was raining so hard that I had to wait until it stopped before going to other tents to see if there was anyone I was looking for.