Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 67 Mid-Autumn Festival

"I used to enjoy watching videos and had read books on traditional Chinese medicine."

When Song Jinhe saw that they had actually caught a fish, she quickly went over to take a look. It turned out to be a pleco that looked like a shoehorn, and all that time she had spent catching fish was for nothing.

"It is estimated that during the heavy rain, many fish were carried away by the floodwaters, and without a one-piece waterproof suit, the process would be too slow."

Cheng Yan wiped the sweat from his face. The reason why these scavengers could proliferate here was because there were too many bacteria in their abdominal cavities and no one ate them.

Song Jinhe took the tools from his hand, glanced at Jiang Shi'an, and noticed that the current in the calm fishpond had changed, with several fish being swept towards them.

She stood at the edge and casually cast her net a few times, but she pulled out two grass carp, one large and one small. The larger one looked to weigh about ten pounds. Song Jinhe was almost pulled in with her, and it took everyone working together to finally get them out.

Zhuang Ting, who was squatting under the tree, stared wide-eyed.

Where can I complain about this? She's always so lucky.

Song Jinhe was looking at the fish in the bucket, thinking that since no zombies or corpses were found in the fishpond, there shouldn't be any major problems.

She kept a rat as a test subject for poison, and then let it eat it first.

We had to get back before the hottest time of day, so everyone packed their things very quickly.

The zombies chasing cars on the road looked as if they had been dried out by the sun; the scorching sun shone through the windshield, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Back home, Song Jinhe took off her sun-protective clothing, her body already soaked in sweat. She didn't even want to sit on the sofa, so she sat directly on the floor, gulped down several mouthfuls of cola chilled with well water, and blew the fan into her seat.

It's finally cooler.

The temperature needs to rise further.

After a few days, the asphalt road began to smell bad, and the birdsong stopped.

Several people suffered from heatstroke, and Cheng Yan went out to treat patients, visibly getting several shades darker.

Song Jinhe only goes out for a walk after sunset.

Two fish were kept in a basin of clean water. Everyone discussed that since the Mid-Autumn Festival was in a few days, they would cook a pot of fish soup and eat it together.

The planting team has already grown a second batch of potatoes and a first batch of tomatoes. They have even propagated grape seedlings, meaning they will be able to eat grapes next year.

Professionals doing professional things are efficient. If Song Jinhe and his team had to figure out how to plant it from scratch, they wouldn't have been able to do it so quickly.

The daytime high temperature has reached 45 degrees Celsius. The only place in the entire villa that people can stay is the basement. Even with fans on the upper floors, the air is too hot to blow. High-powered appliances like refrigerators are also unusable.

Fortunately, there's a basement level, which is why their chickens can survive in such hot weather.

Song Jinhe took out saltpeter, preparing to make some ice herself. When there are conditions, one should not make oneself suffer.

First, put saltpeter into a larger container, add water, then put in a smaller container filled with well water, stir the saltpeter and water, and then pour out the well water, which will turn into ice.

Zhang Yi made taro balls with sweet potatoes, cooked sago, opened the two coconuts that Song Jinhe had taken out, crushed the water and coconut meat together, and then put them into a container with saltpeter and water to cool them down.

Once all the finished products are prepared, add some ready-to-eat herbal jelly from the convenience store and the coconut milk left over from making bamboo rice, and a simple, refreshing dessert is ready.

Song Jinhe also made milk tea and used saltpeter to make ice to cool down.

They had just finished preparing when Qi Sixing appeared at the exact moment to open the door.

"Damn! I admit I used to talk too loudly."

Qi Sixing stared blankly at the crushed ice in the bowl; it looked delicious.

The four of them not only had a barbecue and hot pot on the rooftop, but they also managed to enjoy desserts in the sweltering heat. Are they really all surviving in the same post-apocalyptic world? Compared to them, his life seems incredibly miserable; it's almost unbearable.

"Would you like a bowl?" Song Jinhe asked.

He saved Zhang Yi last time, so a little refreshing dessert isn't anything special for him.

"Can I eat this?" Qi Sixing walked forward excitedly, looking at the bowl that Song Jinhe handed him, his face full of gratitude.

This is dessert! He hadn't seen anything like it since the apocalypse!

The sweet, cool sensation could instantly dispel the heat from his body, and he was reluctant to eat it, but he couldn't stop what he was doing.

The bowl was quickly emptied, but Qi Sixing was still savoring the taste.

When Song Jinhe poured him a cup of taro ball milk tea, Qi Sixing wished he could immediately become sworn brothers with Song Jinhe, and said to Jiang Shi'an, who was eating elegantly next to him—

He's not here to destroy this family, he's here to join this family!

"Oh right, I almost forgot." Qi Sixing put down his cup and handed over the plastic bag in his hand. "These are freshly delivered tomatoes. This is your portion. I was passing by over there when Uncle Li asked me to bring them over as well."

"Okay." Song Jinhe took the plastic bag.

The first batch of tomatoes produced wasn't much; there were only three or four in total. She had one extra in her bag, enough to make a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Don't worry, I will absolutely not say a word about what I ate here," Qi Sixing said solemnly.

Everyone knows that their two teams have a lot of supplies when they go on adventures, and most people take it for granted. But it's hard to guarantee that one or two people won't have other ideas, especially after they know that life here is much better.

He knows what he shouldn't say.

Song Jinhe nodded. They had known each other for a few months and had been through life and death together, so she was at ease about this little matter and wasn't afraid of outsiders finding out.

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The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. Even though it's already autumn, the daytime temperature is still in the forties. People have gotten used to the unpredictable weather these days.

For survivors who barely make it through the apocalypse, holidays are meaningless. It's only because there's a calendar this year that I don't even know what day of the month it is.

However, it is a festival that has been around for thousands of years. If you have the means, it is understandable to eat well on this day, as it can be seen as giving you some hope for life in the apocalypse.

Two large pots of fish soup were made, and the pots were set up right in front of Uncle Li's house by burning firewood.

Song Jinhe tested the rat trap with a small piece of raw fish for poison. An hour later, the rat inside was still jumping around, so everyone started eating.

To ensure everyone gets a share, the fish heads, tails, and bones are used to make soup, and the fish meat is made into fish balls. Several skilled cooks make the fish balls by hand, which taste much better than the ready-made ones they bought in supermarkets before the apocalypse.

The sunset on the horizon was as brilliant as fire, and a lone zombie wandered aimlessly toward the setting sun on the desolate road, while in the villa area, for the first time, so many people sat together to eat.

Song Jinhe never expected that her first festival in this despair-filled post-apocalyptic world would be so lively.

The main dish on the table was fish soup, followed by eight-treasure rice, wild vegetables, potatoes, bean sprouts, some canned food, and soft drinks that we usually can't afford to drink.

"Thanks to Jinhe, we are able to have such a sumptuous dinner today. Here." Li Ren said, about to put the remaining three fish balls into Song Jinhe's bowl.

"Give it to him." Song Jinhe looked at Li Jin, who was sitting next to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li was in charge of the allocation of supplies and personnel, but he never sought any personal gain, which is one of the reasons why this place has been able to persist until now.

Seeing Song Jinhe's insistence, Li Ren sheepishly served one bowl to his adopted son, then poured the remaining two into her bowl with a spoon.

(End of this chapter)