Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 154 Unscrupulous Merchant
Such confidential details could only have been revealed by one of our own people if they couldn't bear it and leaked the information. How could anyone else possibly know about them?

Hai Ge instantly transformed, his eyes flashing with ferocity. "I should have killed him too!"

"It's no coincidence, my neighbor said the same thing. What a love-hate relationship," Song Jinhe sighed.

They were still hurling insults at each other when they were taken away. If they hadn't been handcuffed, their clenched teeth would probably have led them to rush over and kill each other.

The person who lured the zombies has been found, and other survivors can register as temporary residents of the base according to the procedure.

The treatment for the sick is not free; the base will collect supplies or contribution points. Those who have nothing will owe it first and will have to repay it through labor later.

Song Jinhe and the others went to see Uncle Li. He was recovering well, but this kind of disease leaves scars on the skin even after it is cured. It takes time for the scars to fade. It's quite troublesome for people who care about their appearance, so they have to spend a lot of money to get scar removal cream.

This was the apocalypse, and people were hoarding life-saving supplies; nobody wanted scar removal cream.

But Song Jinhe has it here.

She took out several boxes and exchanged them for a lot of supplies, especially in the Sheng family warehouse.

As their group left carrying sacks, the eyes of those behind them twitched.

Isn't this just a heartless merchant taking advantage of someone's misfortune?
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The mutated insects are impossible to eradicate completely. We spray pesticides twice a day, and the situation at the base has improved somewhat. Now, the main concern is supplies.

The temperature in the morning and evening has dropped below 35 degrees Celsius, and the water supply remains scarce, to the point where each person is limited to a certain number of liters per day. The villa area has also reduced its water usage.

Song Jinhe and his group had just driven back from outside when they heard many people saying that they didn't dare to drink more than a sip of water, and some even began to oppose continuing to accept outside survivors, believing that this was the only way to ensure that everyone received the resources they needed.

In the short term, it's fine, but in the long run, the base hasn't been built to the point where it no longer needs more manpower.

The survivors who came from outside in the past two weeks were mostly people who couldn't survive without water.

According to Song Jinhe, many wells outside have dried up, rivers have stopped flowing, and corpses are piled up. Even if water is found, it is not clean. Many people have escaped the zombies, but they have not escaped the diseases brought by the unclean water.

Some people adapted to the unclean water source, carried it all the way to the base, and awakened their talents.

"It hasn't rained for months, I have a bad feeling about it," Cheng Yan sighed, looking at the bright sunset outside.

Song Jinhe used a scraper to collect the white spots on the cactus.

"Isn't this an insect?" Qi Sixing asked, looking bewildered.

"Yes, cochineal worms. We've confirmed they haven't mutated. Obviously, there are people in the base who don't lack ordinary supplies. This is a raw material for making lipstick. I think we can trade it for supplies."

The remaining honeycomb in the space can be used to boil beeswax.

It's a good thing that someone is willing to pay the bill.

“Cheng Yan is right, the temperature is starting to drop, and we need to make some preparations,” Zhuang Ting added.

Song Jinhe nodded, "With a reduced harvest from the base, prices will definitely be high. Also, some essential medicines have already been looted from Luozhou City."

The base plans to organize personnel to move to other cities after the walls and defenses of the North Second District are repaired in a while, and we will go with them.

Song Jinhe used one-third of the beeswax to make lipsticks and made a fortune in supplies at the base. His reputation as a ruthless businessman was quite well-known in the villa area, since only the people in the villa area could afford to buy them.

Xu Chuchu delivered the supplies directly without accepting them. The reason was simple: she was in charge of dispatching and was close to their team. She even helped them move the planes they had previously hidden at the factory to the base.

November arrived quickly. One member of Qiu Ling's team died while out, but the others had already secured their accommodations two weeks earlier.

Although the average temperature is still 30 degrees Celsius, the base is producing dehydrated vegetables that are easy to store every day, and also burning charcoal in preparation for winter. The building materials for the stadium have been mostly dismantled, but it's still not enough for the base.

The base needs substantial material support to transform the air-raid shelter into a robust underground refuge.

Song Jinhe and his team took on the mission of scouting ahead, and Pei Mao's team also came along.

Building materials are difficult to transport, so the base always sends out teams of gifted individuals to scout ahead, confirm the quantity and location of the supplies, and then dispatches transport teams to haul them away.

This was the first time in a long time that Song Jinhe had seen the entire city, and it was really hard to associate the scene before her with the once bustling metropolis.

The places with the most building materials are the construction sites before the apocalypse. The red crosses on the map provided by the base indicate that they have been emptied. These places are all within a day's round trip.

They'll probably need two or three days to get out this time.

Song Jinhe sat in the passenger seat, opened the car window, and felt the temperature drop overnight, with a chill in the wind.

After driving around for half a day, we didn't find any supplies or any normal animals. We did see a bat that was half the size of an adult and a crow with rotten feathers, but we were chased a long way by a zombie dog with a split head from a second evolution.

They are all inedible.

"This kind of weather is perfect for sleeping." Song Jinhe ate a piece of sachima that the unscrupulous merchant had earned.

These freshly made snacks are much more expensive than the main food at the farm.

It's delicious.

In just two minutes, the clear sky darkened, the sunlight was blocked by dark clouds, and a wind picked up from the north, whipping up broken grass and branches from the ground.

In an instant, it felt as if night had fallen, and the temperature plummeted.

Qi Sixing, who was behind, was startled by the wind. "No way, everything was fine when we came out, but now the weather has suddenly changed. I'm starting to suspect that God is targeting us."

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that it was hard to open one's eyes, and everyone was adjusting the car windows.

Before I could even close the door, I saw the withered tree not far from the road crash to the ground in the wind.

The zombie dog behind them was blown over.

Just as Song Jinhe put on her warm clothes, a torrential downpour began outside the car.

Pei Mao's voice came through the walkie-talkie, "The wind is too strong, and the road is difficult to travel on."

The sounds of wind from both sides mingled in the walkie-talkie, and the distant high-rise buildings seemed to be swaying.

The windshield also became blurry.

Pei Mao is right; continuing to drive in this situation could easily lead to an accident.

The abandoned cars on the roadside were being blown about by the wind.

Song Jinhe: "That abandoned building up ahead!"

Jiang Shi'an changed direction and slowed down. When the car reached the abandoned building, they quickly put on raincoats, grabbed their weapons, and got out of the car.

All that could be seen was a white mist, making it impossible to make out anything.

Song Jinhe looked at the water curtain above her head; her raincoat was spotless, without a single water stain.

I wore it for nothing.
One of Pei Mao's male teammates stepped off the car onto a plastic bag, and then the wind blew him so hard that he fell flat on his backside. Rainwater poured into his mouth as soon as he opened it, and he couldn't speak at all. The shortest of them, Li Jin, was helped by Zhuang Ting to get over.