Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

It has been two days since the snowstorm and I haven't heard any news, so everything must be fine.

Seeing that the other party was indifferent when talking about family members, General Zhao did not continue the topic.

Since Qi Mingyu came to visit, he definitely wouldn't come empty-handed. This time he brought two fish and some fresh vegetables.

General Zhao smiled and changed the subject: "Your family is actually involved in farming and breeding? This is truly a way to survive in the apocalypse! I've heard Xiaoliu and the others mention that your family is now self-sufficient, which is really impressive. I heard that they are also planning to start a breeding business at home. When the hatched chicks grow up, I must try some."

Qi Mingyu smiled and said, "We also have chickens at home. Next time you come, I'll send you two more."

General Zhao laughed heartily, his tone bright and cheerful: "Okay, then I'll be waiting! With some snacks, let's have a nice drink."

"it is good!"

General Zhao nodded with satisfaction, then took out two white flame stoves from the drawer of his desk and handed them to Qi Mingyu. He said gently, "You have a large family, so I can't help much. But if something like this happens again, at least the whole family will have a heating device outside and won't suffer."

Qi Mingyu looked at the two white flame furnaces with mixed feelings.

He silently took the White Flame Furnace and said in a low voice, "Thank you, General."

General Zhao nodded, a satisfied smile on his face: "Okay, you can go back. Be careful on the road."

Qi Mingyu nodded slightly, turned and left the office.

After Qi Mingyu left the Public Security Bureau, he thought for a while and went directly to greenhouse No. 4.

The base's fourth greenhouse is located on the edge of the factory area and is a temporary residence for foreign survivors.

Although the conditions are simple, at least there is heating to protect us from the severe cold outside.

The "prophet" was called Zhao Wenya, a very beautiful woman. In the last days when everyone was generally haggard and thin, her beauty was extremely rare.

So it was easy to ask around, and when he heard that the "prophet" lived on the westernmost side of the greenhouse, he walked over.

Several rows of simple tents were neatly arranged and the crowd was busy.

When Qi Mingyu approached, he saw several survivors busy at work. Some were drying fish, and some were repairing damaged sheds.

His eyes swept through the crowd and soon noticed a familiar figure.

It was a slender woman wearing a thick coat, with her long hair casually tied behind her head. She was bending over and drying the cod caught from the lake with others.

Her movements were skillful and she was obviously accustomed to this kind of life.

Qi Mingyu took a few steps forward. The woman seemed to feel his gaze and raised her head. Their eyes met in mid-air.

There was a hint of doubt in her eyes at first, then she recognized him and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

After not seeing him for eight years, Qi Mingyu's appearance has not changed much, he has just become more mature and stable. Moreover, he is still as handsome as ever. Such beauty will never be easily forgotten once you see it.

"Captain Qi, long time no see." Zhao Wenya greeted with a smile.

Compared to eight years ago, the other person's eyes and expression were much calmer.

Qi Mingyu nodded: "Long time no see."

He glanced at the others around her and then said, "Can I have a moment to talk?"

Zhao Wenya glanced at him, a complicated look flashed in her eyes, but she quickly nodded.

She said a few words to her companions, then followed Qi Mingyu to an empty corner.

After the two of them stood still, Qi Mingyu got straight to the point: "I have some questions about what happened back then that I'd like to ask you again."

When Zhao Wenya heard this, the smile on her lips gradually faded, replaced by a hint of bitterness.

She lowered her head, her gaze falling to her feet. After a moment's silence, she slowly spoke, "What happened back then was all my own fault. I was suffering from a serious mental illness at the time, and I couldn't control myself, blurting out things I shouldn't have said. As a result, I was imprisoned for seven years, and was only brought out last year by General Zhao's troops."