The two of them took the grain and found a place not far from Jiang Zhi's shop to dry it.

Drying grain near Jiang Zhi is safer than in other places. After all, Xiong Dailin had witnessed the cat's prowess; it was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Because of the intense sun, Xiong Dailin had no choice but to seek help from Jiang Zhi.

"Boss Jiang, if I pay you one crystal, could you help watch over our grain?"

Jiang Zhi shook her head and said, "No, there are tattered wallpaper pieces in the ruins next door that you can tear off and use."

Xiong Dailin nodded. He didn't dare to force Jiang Zhi to agree, since he might have to work for her in the future.

If Jiang Zhi were willing, he would even like to call her "Big Boss Jiang".

The powerful can accelerate the production of food, and can also repeatedly accelerate the production of newly produced food.

At that moment, Xiong Dailin only had one thought in his mind: Wheat begets children, and children beget children, generation after generation, endlessly.

It's easy to imagine how many people Boss Jiang could support on his own.

Such a person can only be befriended, not offended. If he were placed in the base, wouldn't he be treated like a god?

Strangely, this big shot was fighting alone.

Jiang Zhi continued to sit in the chair, pretending to doze off. The tarpaulin at the entrance of the cave had a light-blocking effect, and the cool air coming from inside the cave made Jiang Zhi's back feel cool.

At this moment, an iced drink would be incredibly refreshing.

In fact, Jiang Zhi did make iced drinks.

She buried a watermelon seed in the ground, and the seed quickly sprouted, grew vines, blossomed, and bore fruit.

Jiang Zhi plucked off the extra small flowers, leaving only two watermelons.

Watermelons are ripe when they grow to the size of a basketball.

There were still thousands of watermelons in the space. Jiang Zhi felt that she should have stockpiled more seeds instead of storing grain.

I've lost out.

Fortunately, she had a wide variety of supplies, and she had stockpiled almost all kinds of edible fruits, especially tropical fruits such as mangoes, dragon fruit, longans, and lychees, all of which came with seeds.

There's no need to worry about running out of money.

Each time you eat them, save the seeds so you can eat even better quality ones next time.

After chilling the two watermelons on ice blocks inside the cave for a while, Jiang Zhi took one out, cut it in half for Wanfu to quench his thirst, and ate the other half herself.

Jiang Zhi poured sparkling water into a large ceramic cup, creating two small ice spikes, added lemon slices, and, holding half a watermelon, ate with great relish.

To confirm whether the ice arrow was poisonous, she had captured chickens and ducks from her space to conduct experiments. After eating the ice, the chickens and ducks were lively and energetic, which confirmed that the ice was edible.

She is always extra careful when it comes to food, constantly afraid of eating something that might cause problems.

I'm not a real doctor, so if I get sick, I can only prepare the medicine myself according to the instructions, which is very dangerous.

Eat some watermelon, have some spicy snacks, and then drink a big gulp of soda.

If we ignore the surrounding devastation, isn't this a beautiful picture before the end of the world?

Xiong Dailin swallowed hard. Why didn't he have this ability? If he also had wood-type superpowers, wouldn't he become incredibly rich in the apocalypse?

It's just that I don't know why Mr. Jiang wants to use metal as the trading material, and single crystals just won't work.

If Jiang Zhi knew what Xiong Dailin was thinking, she would probably shrug and make a helpless expression.

What can be done?

Who told her she didn't have any superpowers at all?

In the afternoon, as the sun set and the weather cooled considerably, Xiong Dailin and Zheng Zhiyuan carefully collected every grain of food.

This damn food.

Before the apocalypse, would they have fought over a single grain of rice, or even risked their lives?

However, there's always a way out; a powerful figure stepped in.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Zhi, Xiong Dailin and Zheng Zhiyuan left with joy, promising Jiang Zhi that they would recommend the Doomsday Mobile Food Store to others.

Xiong Dailin was torn. Should he report this to the base's higher-ups? If he did, the base would definitely send people to his door.

If Boss Jiang doesn't like the base, wouldn't it be counterproductive to blame him?

On the other hand, Boss Jiang asked him to introduce customers, which would spread the word from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

The base will find out about Boss Jiang's existence sooner or later.

In truth, Jiang Zhi didn't mind the base knowing about this; she couldn't possibly run a shop without their notice. The only certainty was that she now had enough leverage to prevent the base from controlling her.

Maintaining cooperation with the base will be a big business opportunity.

Moreover, Zhang Zhaohe would love for her to become even stronger. Of course, this was all predicated on Zhang Zhaohe not being dead.

If Zhang Zhaohe dies, she doesn't know if the others in the base will cause trouble.

Even if she were to do something like that, Jiang Zhi wouldn't back down.

In a world without Skynet, she thrived.

Guan Xu is the manager of a private base. The snowmelt and earthquake disaster caused heavy losses to his base.

Originally a family-owned private base, it was now on the verge of running out of supplies. He and two younger family members came out this time to find a glimmer of hope.

"It smells so good."

Guan Xu sniffed the air and was surprised to find that it was filled with the fragrance of grain, the kind of smell only fresh grain has.

Following the smell, he saw Xiong Dailin and Zheng Zhiyuan sitting around a clay pot.

The earthenware pot was bubbling and gurgling.

That aroma comes from inside.

"Wheat? How can there be wheat? Where did this come from?" Guan Xu was stunned.

Since the end of the world, this land that has sustained millions of people has been unable to grow any food.

Even someone unfamiliar with farming could smell the freshness of this wheat.

Even though it was smashed.

"It's from the mobile food store during the apocalypse. If you want to eat it, go get it yourself," Zheng Zhiyuan said coldly.

Where did this guy come from? He rushed up to us without even saying hello, how annoying.

"A mobile food store in the apocalypse?" Guan Xu's heart skipped a beat, as if he had missed a beat. If it meant exactly what it said, it was a place where you could exchange food.

"Where is it? How does the transaction work?"

After glancing at Zheng Zhiyuan, Xiong Dailin said, "Go west for about 10 kilometers from here. There's a mountain. Go up the mountain and head north. It's on the mountain, but the boss only uses metal as the trading material. Prepare more metal."

"Thank you." After expressing his gratitude, Guan Xu immediately beckoned the two younger men to walk in the direction Xiong Dailin pointed.

Xiong Dailin noticed that the guy was walking hurriedly.

"Uncle, do such shops really exist? In the apocalypse, people can't even survive, would anyone dare to sell food?"

"Yeah, could it be that we've run into a scammer?"

"I don't know, but it's still a glimmer of hope. Let's find more metal materials along the way. You're all superhumans, and the three of us are strong enough to carry six or seven hundred pounds." Guan Xu had no choice but to try anything, in case what the two people he just met said was true.

While the three uncles and nephews were talking, Xiong Dailin pointed to several other passersby.

These people were all eager to get their hands on the grain store that had opened in Qingyuan, Jiangcheng. Zheng Zhiyuan subtly revealed his special ability, thus avoiding a fight.