Lu Xiaocao looked at the collapsed house on the ground and felt extremely upset.
She cheered herself up and began to organize people to check the house.
Bad news came one after another.
You don’t know until you check, and you’ll be shocked when you do.
In the acid rain, the house that supports a stable world,
The damage was severe.
The beams on the roof were all crumbling.
You never know when the house will collapse.
Standing under the acid rain is safer than staying in the house.
There aren't that many raincoats in the tribe.
Even if we confiscated the chief’s batch, the number of raincoats would not exceed thirty.
It can barely reach one-tenth of the proportion.
And having a raincoat does not mean safety.
I really have to stand under the rain.
Rain and moisture seep in through all the cracks.
Everyone who walks under the rain, even if the security is strict,
It will also be corroded to some extent.
For now, it’s better than being in the house and being scared all the time.
Zhang Qiu’s medicinal herbs have always been in short supply.
Because the amount of medicinal materials was limited, everyone boiled them again and again.
The medicinal materials will not be completely discarded until they can no longer produce any color.
Large areas of tarpaulin were spread on the buildings.
Just now, many people died in the fight for the oilcloth.
Less than half of the house is left intact.
Everyone came out of the house and stood under the corridor.
I still feel uneasy standing under the corridor.
He then started to pull up the oilcloth hanging on both sides of the corridor.
"This is mine, get out of here!"
"What are you squeezing for?"
"It's you who's squeezing me."
"Try touching me again. What are you looking at?"
Lu Xiaocao raised his crossbow and shot dead the two men who were tearing the oilcloth.
"Everyone stop, who dares to move again!" Lu Xiaocao shouted angrily.
The commotion paused for a moment.
“Crash——”
Another house collapsed and everyone turned to look.
This time it was the warehouse that collapsed.
The warehouse contained supplies for the entire tribe, and dried mutant meat was visible from the cracks in the houses.
Lu Xiaocao's expression was blank for a moment.
She didn't have time to care whether the people in the corridor were dead or alive.
"Stay still. Anyone who dares to tear the tarpaulin will be regarded as blasphemy. If he doesn't die in the acid rain, I will kill him when I come back."
Lu Xiaocao left this message and called everyone to put on raincoats: "Protect the food!"
They shuttled through the rain.
On the corridor, people stared at all this in a daze.
During this period, two more rooms collapsed one after another.
Yu Xifeng and Zhang Qiu stood under the corridor, watching the rain.
The house where the two lived had not collapsed yet.
But it looks a bit shaky.
"She's wearing a raincoat, why shouldn't she go to work?"
"That's right. Since you are a goddess, you should make contributions to the tribe."
"So the goddess is actually useless, right? Why kneel to her?"
There were whispers behind me.
Zhang Qiu looked over with a bad expression.
Those people fell silent instantly.
No one dared to bear the wrath of the goddess.
Yu Xifeng didn't take such rumors to heart.
Strictly speaking, what these people said is not wrong.
Yu Xifeng even agreed.
No human settlement needs a useless god.
She was not a god.
Whether it is acid rain or the sudden infestation of termites.
In reality, she was no different from the other survivors.
There is nothing that can be done about it.
Lu Xiaocao's reaction speed was already very fast.
But the mutant meat is still growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Melting away bit by bit.
Other people in the tribe don't have an intuitive understanding of warehousing.
But Yu Xifeng was very clear.
The tribe's food sources only come from three places.
Mutants culled in dungeons, warehouses, and during acid rain.
Among these, mutant meat accounts for 70%.
Yu Xifeng sighed in his heart.
Another team checked out the relatively well-preserved rooms.
The people under the corridor were moved over unwillingly.
I don't know when it started.
Such termites seem to originate from underground.
They are not affected by acid rain and prefer various types of wood.
Cement can be chewed through too, it just takes longer.
It takes a lot of force to crush it.
Termites were found in every house.
It’s just the quantity.
Where there are more people, the houses have already collapsed; where there are fewer people, the houses are about to collapse.
It's just a matter of time.
The room was dug deep into the ground, stepped on and hammered with sticks, but everyone knew that this was just a drop in the bucket.
Even burning it had little effect.
Yu Xifeng told Sister Yun that termites are afraid of boiling water.
Sister Yun was originally responsible for boiling water, and now she is even busier.
The fat man also went to lend a hand.
The current source of water is to precipitate acid rain and then boil it, collect the steam and use it as domestic water.
Water supply in the tribe has always been tight.
I wanted to burn more, but I couldn't do it.
There are not enough utensils, sedimentation takes time, and boiling water requires a lot of fuel.
No one knows how long the remaining houses can last.
Under the rain, sand and soil rolled down, and termites poured out of the buildings everywhere.
Housing in the tribe has always been in short supply.
Many of them slept in bunk beds that could accommodate 20 people.
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