Jiang Wan nodded: "Yes, you go add it."

Cheng Zhen was preoccupied with two things—no, three things: Zhang Yu, who was on the highway, and he hadn't been able to contact them yet. He had a bad feeling that something was wrong, so he immediately turned around and got out of the car to refuel. In the apocalypse, gas station workers had died from oxygen deprivation, but the equipment was still intact.

Jiang Wan instructed the twins not to get out of the car casually, and further told Jiang Xiaoshu, "You must take good care of yourself and your sister, understand?"

After receiving their affirmative replies, she went downstairs with Cheng Zhen.

This gas station isn't big, but coincidentally, two tanker trucks had just arrived before the apocalypse, so the reserves here are plentiful.

These oils must be taken back.

Jiang Wan wasn't the only one thinking this way; Cheng Zhen thought the same. Now that transportation between cities was blocked, no supplies could be shared, and their Xiangcheng's fuel would only be used up little by little.

Therefore, this oil cannot be wasted here; it must be fully and effectively utilized.

Jiang Wan went directly into the gas station's own supermarket and put all the supplies inside, regardless of category, into her tree hole space.

Turning around, she saw Cheng Zhen standing there in shock, seemingly startled by her bandit-like actions. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to put it away and take it back, leaving it here to be passed down for generations?"

"Then it won't be passed down to your descendants." It will only benefit others.

As Jiang Wan spoke, she found the warehouse. "Don't just stand there, come here and get the oil drums."

Cheng Zhen: ...Just how powerful is her spatial ability?

Then I obediently went into the warehouse. The warehouse wasn't big. Half of the space was filled with food, drinks and supplies. There were only about ten oil drums, all of them 10L, 30L and 50L. To be honest, even if all of them were filled, they wouldn't hold one percent of the gas station's oil storage capacity.

"Let's load these first, and then we'll figure something out when we get back," Cheng Zhen said.

One of them filled the barrels with diesel, and the other with gasoline. She put all the filled barrels into the tree hole space. By the time she finished, more than half an hour had passed.

Cheng Zhen had been away for too long and was worried about the rice paddies, so the two of them memorized the location of the gas station and returned to the main group.

Everyone was busy harvesting the rice and didn't even notice that they had been gone for more than half an hour.

Cheng Zhen worked tirelessly, opening the portal to transport the harvested rice back to the camp. However, the snow was getting thicker and the temperature was very low. The RV's dashboard showed that the current real-time temperature was minus thirty degrees Celsius.

Many of the city guards were freezing, especially the ordinary soldiers without superpowers. They didn't eat or rest well, and they had to keep bending over to collect supplies. Only in this way could they generate heat and warm up their bodies. If they stopped, they would freeze again. In the end, they were only wearing a military overcoat and didn't even have thermal underwear underneath!

The supply of winter clothing in Xiangcheng is too slow!

Cheng Zhen felt sorry for his brothers. Seeing that the sun was gradually setting, he hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "Let's call it a day and head back to the city."

"No way!" Yu Tongguang was the first to object. "How much rice have we harvested? How many people can this feed? There's still so much left; we must harvest it all and take it back!"

Their voices were loud, and the people in the rice paddies gradually stopped what they were doing and watched them.

Judging from everyone's expressions and reactions, they unconsciously split into two camps: some felt they couldn't stand the cold and wanted to return to the city, while others were reluctant to leave the rice and wanted to finish harvesting it before going back.

Cheng Zhen was also conflicted, but still said, "Let's go back to the city first and have someone else go out to continue collecting."

Supplies are important, but people are even more important. If people are all gone, what use are these supplies?

We must accept the supplies, but not at the cost of his brothers' lives!

Jiang Wan suddenly spoke up: "Hurry up and collect the supplies. The temperature is still dropping. If I'm not mistaken, this winter won't be short. If these crops aren't harvested, they'll all be frozen by the heavy snow."

“This is a rice paddy, and there should be other things further away. If we don’t hurry up and harvest them, it will be even harder for city dwellers to get through the winter.”

She suddenly stared at Yu Tongguang, "You contact your Battalion Commander Qiu right now and ask him to send more winter supplies. Everyone here must wear warm winter clothes, and we also need solar generators, heaters, tents, and sleeping bags. We need as many as we can."

Her gaze was cold and her face expressionless. She stood beside Cheng Zhen in a detached and aloof manner, yet she seemed more like a leader, no, like a queen.

"If Battalion Commander Qiu cannot prepare before dark, then you shall take your men and rush back to gather the supplies tonight."

How many mutated plants and how many dangers await on the way back?

If the three of them set off, and did it overnight, wouldn't that be the death of him?

Yu Tongguang wasn't stupid; he naturally knew what to do.

But he wasn't Cheng Zhen, and he didn't want to be led by the nose by a woman, so he asked, "Why should I do all of this? This is a matter for the three major camps, not just the responsibility of the inner city camp."

"Since that's the case, you can get out now. These supplies have absolutely nothing to do with your inner city camp. When the people of Xiangcheng riot, we will definitely explain it to you so that they don't come to the wrong people and seek justice for the wrong people."

As soon as Jiang Wan spoke, Cheng Zhen readily stepped forward, intending to send him and his two subordinates away through the portal immediately.

“Alright, we’ll take care of the winter supplies ourselves in the outer city camp. These food supplies are no longer your concern. I’ll write a report right away to make this clear.”

Yu Tongguang knew that Cheng Zhen couldn't possibly write such a report, but this matter was indeed not suitable to be blown up. Just as Jiang Wan said, if it got blown up, the whole city would go hungry, and it might really cause a public uprising.

These people who have left the city now can't freeze to death. If there are really supplies everywhere around here, it would be best to leave them here and harvest all the crops outside the city!

If we were to bring more people out of the city, firstly, we might not have enough manpower, and secondly, the journey would be fraught with danger. Without Cheng Zhen and these superhumans to keep them in check, they might not even make it here.

So after a brief consideration, he made the right choice and immediately called his superiors to request logistical support.

Jiang Wan gave Cheng Zhen a wink, and Cheng Zhen understood immediately. He also contacted Lao Liu and explained the situation: "We have a large area of ​​ripe rice here, and there may be other crops further away. I request permission to continue harvesting the crops and ask for assistance..."

Following Jiang Wan's instructions, he recited a long list of supplies and added many more based on his own experience.

After speaking, Cheng Zhen faced the rice paddies and encouraged everyone: "Everyone, work hard to harvest! The heating supplies will be here soon! Everyone, work in groups of ten and take turns drinking ginger soup, eating, and resting!"

"good!"

With morale high, Yu Tongguang hung up the phone, his face looking quite grim. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, turned to look, and was shocked!