One on the left and one on the right, the two people cleaned from the side inwards.

Zuo Ling cleared the snow while simultaneously filling her space with it; she cleared it very quickly, while Professor Jin was much slower.

Many hailstones from yesterday are still stuck to the ground, making it easy to slip if you're not careful.

Even Zuo Ling, wearing polar mountaineering boots that are not easy to slip on, tripped several times, let alone Professor Jin, who is older.

The elderly person was extremely careful, but still couldn't help slipping.

Zuo Ling watched with concern, afraid he might accidentally fall and hurt himself. Her subordinates sped up, finishing their own tasks and then helping Professor Jin with half of the cleanup.

Professor Jin observed this and was certain that the young girl was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

The two met up, and Professor Jin, panting heavily, said:

"No, no, I'm too old, I can't keep up anymore. Thank you for troubling me."

Zuo Ling really wanted to say, "How about I take over the snow for your house? That way, I won't have to keep an eye on you when you're stumbling around."

She has a spatial cheat device, so clearing twice as much snow is nothing to her.

But she couldn't say anything. Thinking it over, she felt uneasy and turned back to give him a final word of advice:

"The road is slippery, be careful, don't fall and break a bone."

Professor Jin: "..."

Why don't you wish me something better?

Sigh, the girl is good in every way, except she's too tight-lipped. If she doesn't talk, it's infuriating; if she does talk, it's even more infuriating.

“Young lady, I know another place with supplies,” Professor Jin said in a low voice.

See, she's here! She knew it!

I glanced at him sideways, wondering whose son he was.

"It's that doomsday theorist I told you about; his family definitely has supplies."

Zuo Ling was speechless. After robbing your son, you robbed your son's friend. Aren't you a professor who teaches and educates people? Where did your integrity go?

The meaning in her eyes was too obvious.

Professor Jin blushed:

“My son went abroad with his friend to discuss business and is not in the country. With these successive natural disasters, I’m afraid the end of the world has really come. If we don’t take it now, things will change.”

Those with high IQs are quick to wake up; the vast majority of ordinary people are either waiting for government rescue or for divine intervention.

Zuo Ling really didn't want to go. The resources in her space were enough for her to live comfortably for several lifetimes, so it would be illogical for her to say she wasn't interested.

His eyes darted around, and he thought of a reason not to go:

"Since they're doomsday theorists, their homes must be built like fortresses, with multiple layers of bank-level security doors. We can't get in."

Professor Jin patted his chest and guaranteed:

"I'll definitely get in, don't worry. If I come away empty-handed, all the Moutai I got from my son is yours, how about that?"

The premium-packaged Moutai is significantly more expensive than the regular version, and Professor Jin, fearing that Zuo Ling might not go, had prepared a substantial bait.

Professor Jin's little scheme was immediately seen through. In this apocalyptic world, even the best wine is not as useful as grain. He seemed generous, but it was actually of little use to Zuo Ling.

Professor Jin's family has had no worries about food and drink for two or three years, so what he's eyeing is probably the charcoal, gas canisters, and the like in the doomsday prophet's house.

His son followed suit and hoarded 500 boxes of charcoal and 50 boxes of portable gas stove canisters.

The doomsday theorist's stockpile could only be more than his son's; he might even be able to find a gas cylinder.

"Your son is friends with that person. It's not right for him to break into their house. Aren't you afraid that your son will disown you when he comes back?"

Professor Jin's eyes darkened:

“Just a few days ago, I was still receiving news from the US; the disaster there is no smaller than in our country. Now the internet is down, and I can't receive any more news. I accept that he can come back alive and sever ties with me, but I'm afraid he might not come back. I won't touch his friend's things for a year; I'll return them to him when he comes back. As for your share, my son will compensate him. After a year…”

Professor Jin didn't continue.

He hasn't come back in a year, which means the chances of him returning are slim. What else is there to say? Let's not say anything more.

Now that things have come to this point, it would be even more unreasonable not to retrieve the large amount of supplies that are located somewhere.

We agreed to depart at 5:30 the next day.

Since she had to get up early, Zuo Ling prepared only a small amount of food and went to bed at 10 p.m.

The next morning, when I went downstairs, Professor Jin was already waiting for me.

Upon seeing Zuo Ling, he said:

"I found some materials to stick on your wheels; they'll be anti-nail plates."

Zuo Ling touched it; it was thick, somewhat like plastic, and covered with honeycomb holes of various sizes, giving it a certain elasticity.

I thought to myself, why didn't you take it out sooner? Isn't this delaying our trip?

Professor Jin chuckled twice and explained, "I only remembered at night. It was too late to knock on your door."

Zuo Ling didn't say anything. Her collaboration with Professor Jin was temporary, and it was normal for him to have his own ulterior motives.

The material for anti-roll nail boards is not cheap; it's already quite an achievement that they were even available.

Go down to the garage, remove the snow chains, attach the materials Professor Jin brought, and then put the snow chains back on.

After finishing, more than half an hour had passed.

Looking at Professor Jin's suitcase again, Zuo Ling didn't know what to say.

The trailer was covered with numerous military nets of various sizes on all sides, including the top, clearly intended for carrying firewood.

The old man doesn't leave any gaps at all.

Professor Jin remained calm and composed, without blushing at all.

Sigh, let's not say anything more, let's just help them to the end.

Get on the bus and let's go.

Kyoto, which had just caught its breath, was once again completely transformed.

The houses, already weakened by the heavy snow, were completely destroyed by a hailstorm.

Many people are rushing to cut off tree branches, and not only broken branches, but also intact trees are not spared. The institutional constraints against indiscriminate logging have vanished.

Worse still, broken power lines were everywhere, while intact ones were covered with thick layers of ice, trembling precariously, looking like they were about to collapse.

The high-voltage electrical box froze into a large ice shell, and even after the car had driven out of town, no one had come to repair it.

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