Apocalyptic natural disasters, I use the gold house to store goods and win

Perhaps only the leaders of the base could empathize with Shi Jiaojiao's troubles.

What they care about is not the immediate benefits, but the hidden dangers behind the benefits.

As for whether there are any hidden dangers, no one dares to guarantee this question, but it is better to be safe than sorry, especially in the end times.

The ordinary survivors couldn't care less. The snow had been falling for more than a month and they were tired of it. Now that the snow had stopped, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But after the snow stopped this time, there was still some difference from the last time.

This time there was no nationwide carnival like last time, and there were not many survivors who ran out happily with compression bags to collect snow.

There's nothing we can do. No one expected the snow to fall for so long.

Although they opened the windows every day and hung a bucket outside to collect the snow, the amount was not much, but it accumulated over time. If they collected a few buckets every day, the total amount would be quite a lot after more than a month, and the compression bags would have been full long ago.

Even various containers at home were taken out to collect the snow.

During this period, the survivors can be said to be in pain and happiness.

On the one hand, they were afraid that the base would not be able to withstand the blizzard and everyone would be buried alive. After all, compared with nature, humans are always insignificant.

On the other hand, I am happy that I no longer lack water.

After the first snowfall, although they collected a lot of snow, it was all for future emergencies. Not to mention taking a bath, even drinking water had to be used sparingly.

But this time it's different.

The compression bag is full, and the containers at home are also full. What should I do with the melted snow water?

Use it quickly!

I washed my hair and face, took a bath, washed clothes, washed everything, and washed everything that could be washed. The snow in the sky seemed to be free. Who knows when I will have such an opportunity again?

As soon as the bucket at home runs out of water, the bucket hanging outside is filled up again, so there is no need to worry about not having enough water.

Survivors who are better off still have cleaning products such as soap in their homes.

Of course they are all expired, but it’s better to have them than nothing.

After taking a shower, I felt like I had lost a few pounds, and the fragrance emanating from my body was extremely soothing.

It’s like I’ve returned to the world again.

As for the survivors in poor conditions, they can just rub their bodies dry. There is no shortage of water anyway, and they can wash themselves into a decent state sooner or later by washing a few more times.

This is because the base is strong enough and the collective heating has never been stopped. Otherwise, let alone taking a shower, it would be a problem to melt the snow into water, after all, they don’t have enough fuel.

Since the survivors had stored enough snow, the base did not waste any more time and quickly arranged snow clearers and other staff to collect all the snow.

Over the past month, Shi Jiaojiao and her three friends had accumulated a lot of snow because of cleaning the yard.

What’s better than ordinary survivors is that they have no shortage of containers or storage places.

Shi Jiaojiao was too lazy to deal with the hassle of collecting snow in buckets one by one, so she simply placed an extra-large inflatable swimming pool at the outermost part of the space courtyard and dumped all the snow collected every day into it.

Now that the snow has stopped, that pool is almost full.

Space is not like the outside world, where there is sun, blue sky and wind.

The snow in the swimming pool was also slowly melting in the sun.

But the final result is not so pretty.

Shi Jiaojiao and the other three stood by the swimming pool, looking at the pool of blood.

Well, it was a slip of the tongue. It was snow water.

But apart from the lack of bloody smell, there is no difference between it and blood water.

If this had been seen by outsiders before the end of the world, the four of them would have been invited for tea.

Wang Jia looked at the pool of snowy water and couldn't help twitching her eyebrows. "If I swim in it for a couple of laps, I'll look no different from a Bloody Mary when I come out."

Tang Wei paused and asked, "What Bloody Mary?"

Wang Jia explained: "Isn't there a legend? It says that Bloody Mary bathed in human blood every day to maintain her appearance."

Hearing this, Tang Wei instantly felt a chill and nausea. Looking at the pool of water again, he could hardly bear to look at it.

Shi Jiaojiao was also disgusted by what Wang Jia said. Although she knew that this was all water melted from snow, it looked too much like blood. So she simply moved the pool of snow water to the warehouse so that she wouldn't have to see it and be bothered by it.

It’s not that she couldn’t bear to part with the snow, but mainly because she always had a feeling in her heart that this matter was not over and there would probably be a sequel.

She didn't know whether this snow would play a special role in the future. In any case, it would be better to store this pool of water before the polar night ends.

As soon as the swimming pool was moved away, the four of them instantly felt the air become fresher.

The stopping of the blizzard was good news, and the second good news was that the watermelons they planted in the space were finally ripe.

Both Shi Jiaojiao and Wang Jia even had tears in their eyes.

Watermelons are not rare. We had eaten enough of them before the end of the world, and there were quite a few in stock in the space.

But can the watermelons they grow themselves be the same? They carry all their expectations!

Watching the watermelon grow from the size of a thumb little by little, the satisfaction in my heart is simply incomparable to that of ordinary fruits.

In addition, the blizzard finally stopped today, so the four of them discussed it and decided to kill some watermelons to celebrate.

Of course, picking melons is a technical job.

Although Shi Jiaojiao and Wang Jia agreed that they could never grow unsweet watermelons.

Finally, the four of them picked and chose the roundest melon with the most beautiful patterns to slaughter.

Carrying the watermelon back to the living room, Mu Ci lit the stove in the living room, put a pot of flower and fruit tea on it, and bought some fat sweet potatoes underneath.

On the other side of the table there were pizza, fried chicken, and happy water.

On the other side, the tablet on the stand was playing a lively variety show.

Wang Jia felt very satisfied, holding a pizza in one hand and a bottle of happy water in the other.

If it weren't for Shi Jiaojiao, they might still be eating multi-grain cakes in some corner.

Shi Jiaojiao didn't know how relieved Wang Jia was. At this moment, she was scrambling for a knife and gesturing at the watermelon she had carefully selected.

With one cut of the knife, the watermelon was instantly split into two halves.

Tang Wei couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, this is a watermelon for repaying a favor."

The skin of the watermelon is almost as thin as paper, and the flesh inside is bright red. Just by smelling it, you can feel how sweet the watermelon is.

Shi Jiaojiao didn't plan to cut it again, but directly took out four spoons from the space and put two on each half of the watermelon.

A watermelon eaten without a spoon is soulless!

Mu Ci used a spoon to scoop out the flesh from the middle of the watermelon and put it next to Shi Jiaojiao's mouth.

Shi Jiaojiao took a bite and the juice splashed out instantly.

sweet!

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely comfortable, and even the darkness of the polar night could not stop their happiness.

Outside the yard, the entire base was peaceful.

Other survivors do not have such good conditions. Perhaps they only have the most ordinary whole-grain cakes in their hands. But being able to sit down and eat a meal safely in the apocalypse, even if it is a not so filling meal, is a rare happiness.