To minimize wear and tear on the vehicle, the group continued their strategy of resting during the day and setting off at night.

So everyone slept in until they naturally woke up the next morning. Xu Lin left her room at 10 o'clock, Zheng Ming's mother was cooking in the kitchen, Zheng Ming's father went to check the car, and Wang Jing and Zheng Ming were still asleep.

"Good morning, Aunt Ning, thank you for your hard work!" Zheng Ming's mother's surname is Ning.

"What's so hard about it? You're just sitting around doing nothing anyway. I heard from Jingjing that since the apocalypse, it's all thanks to you and Xiao Zhou taking care of them. I should thank you!"

"Then we're even, no need for thanks."

"Okay, bring the pie to the table, I'll tidy up the kitchen."

Zheng Ming's mother made sauerkraut-filled pies and served them with porridge. Even in the apocalypse, she lived her life in an orderly manner, and Xu Lin really liked the atmosphere in Zheng Ming's family.

A few minutes later, Zheng Ming's father returned, and Wang Jing and Zheng Ming also got up. Wang Jing's eyes were still swollen. Everyone sat around the table to eat, and they ate what wasn't a lavish breakfast as if it were a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

After dinner, Xu Lin said she wanted to take a walk around the neighborhood. Zheng Ming's parents wanted Zheng Ming to lead the way, but they refused, citing that Zheng Ming needed to recover from his injury and Wang Jing needed to rest.

The two walked along the wall after leaving the residential area. It was so hot that Xu Lin felt like the soles of her shoes were melting.

Are you sure there's a paper mill there?

"Nanshi is the provincial capital. There are not only paper mills in the suburbs, but also various processing plants. I just don't know if there are any supplies left. We'll drive there soon."

Zhou Pin is practically a living map; he knows exactly where all the "special products" are.

The two walked to a secluded place, and Xu Lin took out a car, a dilapidated Santana that was in terrible condition; everything made noise except for the horn.

Zhou Pin drove, and Xu Lin took out the cooling fan and turned it on. They arrived in half an hour. There were only a few people out looking for supplies on the road. It was too hot, and no one would choose to go out at this time unless they were really starving.

"I don't think it's going to work. The previous heavy rains must have flooded everything, making it unusable," Xu Lin said, looking at the gate of the paper mill.

"Go inside and take a look; some of the paper is packaged with waterproof and fireproof materials."

The two entered the warehouse, which was full of signs of water damage. The cardboard boxes were all soaked and broken. However, to their surprise, the tissues, toilet paper, sanitary napkins, kitchen paper, etc., were all packaged and were completely waterproof. Only the outer cardboard boxes were broken.

Xu Lin ignored the cardboard boxes and collected both the water-soaked and unwater-soaked ones. Since the paper inside wasn't soaked, it wouldn't be too conspicuous when she took them out to exchange for supplies later. The ones she had stockpiled in her space were all in good condition.

After collecting a warehouse full of papers, the two moved on to the adjacent warehouse. Zhou Pin now finds it easier to open the warehouse door than with a key, finishing in just a few seconds.

When the warehouse door opened, there were sanitary napkins in their packaging scattered messily on the floor. Zhou Pin felt a little embarrassed, but Xu Lin was very happy.

Sanitary napkins are a necessity in the post-apocalyptic world. Which adult woman doesn't need them?

Xu Lin sent Zhou Pin to other warehouses while she diligently collected sanitary napkins here. Although they had been soaked in water and experienced extreme cold, the packaging was sealed, so it had no impact on their use.

These things are all produced under sterile conditions. Even if production resumes after the apocalypse, the focus will definitely be on urgently needed items. Those male leaders would never imagine how urgent women's need for sanitary napkins is.