They were originally Bai Shuang's trusted bodyguards, so they naturally knew the rules here.
That means loyalty comes first. If anyone dares to leak the Bai family's secrets, Bai Shuang has plenty of ways to make them die without a burial place.
They knew Bai Shuang's abilities, but Bai Shuang never mistreated her own people, so they were willing to follow her.
Humans are social animals; going it alone is never a wise choice, especially in a dangerous apocalyptic world. It's better to use what you're already familiar with than to recruit others.
There is a big difference between subordinates and friends, so it must be made clear.
Bai Shuang wanted to let them stay in 1901, but what if that family came back? After thinking about it, she decided to put it aside for now.
In the afternoon, Liu Zhongyi returned the rubber boat, adding a pack of compressed biscuits as payment for the rental fee. He had already found a boat.
"Thank you, Miss Bai. If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know."
"No need for help. Just keep an eye on the people downstairs and make sure they don't cause me any more trouble."
He smelled the fragrance of mugwort, then took two packs of compressed biscuits and traded them with Bai Shuang for a special mugwort stick and two ordinary mugwort sticks.
Bai Shuang sells each of her specially made moxa sticks to the brothers upstairs for one jin of grain, which is about the same price as Liu Zhongyi's.
Since testing the disinfection effect of the specially made moxa sticks, Bai Shuang has increased the area where she grows mugwort in the space.
She could harvest this stuff twice a month in her spatial storage, and she wanted to stock up on a large batch.
Thinking of Bai Jiu and the others, he called Dr. An and Bai Jiu over to get moxa sticks. These were much more effective than the disinfectant they had stockpiled before, and they also had good health benefits.
Bai Shuang told Liu Zhongyi that the quantity was limited and the items were only for sale in this building and not for the public at the moment. She also told them that if they encountered jade, books, new A4 paper, or other similar items when they went out in the future, they could bring them back and exchange them here. Bai Shuang did not have much stockpiled in this regard.
It's a way of helping the people in this building, killing two birds with one stone.
At least they have something now, so they don't have to keep staring at the 19th floor anymore, and they can feel a little more at ease.
Some of the people who were picked up by the ship yesterday have returned today; the family on the 18th floor of Building C has returned.
The municipal system was paralyzed, the water was littered with garbage, and there were starving victims whose stomachs were practically touching their backs. The shelters had no hot water, provided only one meal a day, and there was a pungent smell everywhere.
But if you have nothing, at least you won't starve to death if you go there.
In the afternoon, someone carried a large bag of A4 paper, and Bai Shuang exchanged it at the corner of the 18th staircase, preventing him from going up to the 19th floor.
In the apocalypse, food is the most expensive commodity. Paper and similar items are not worth much outside, but Bai Shuang needs them. At the time, she was only concerned with hoarding food, clothing, and other necessities, and only bought some from the electronics market and underground supermarket.
If mulberry bark paper is out of stock, this paper can be treated with spiritual spring water and used to roll moxa sticks.
Bai Shuang didn't treat him unfairly. She exchanged 2 kilograms of paper for 1 jin of grain. The man had a total of 24 kilograms of paper, which he exchanged for 5 jin of dried noodles, 5 jin of waterlogged rice, 1 jin of salt, and 1 water purification tablet.
Some people even brought books from their own bookshelves to exchange for food.
Before the natural disaster, this building was a high-end apartment building, so most of the people living here were successful in their careers and generally had a high level of education. Which family wouldn't have a collection of books?
Moreover, they are all high-quality products, representing various industries.
If I need to use that knowledge in the future, I can refer to the book.
Bai Shuang has no shortage of food. When she swept the market, she had several thousand kilograms of rice that had been soaked in water. It had all been sterilized at high temperatures, and she would never eat it herself.
They weren't given a very good price; they were charged the same price as A4 paper—two kilograms of grain per pound. Some people regretted burning the books as firewood.
Many people have also switched to different medications, including specially made moxa sticks, which was Bai Shuang's original intention; otherwise, she would have paid for disinfection of the stairwell herself.
Her mother died of the plague, which left a deep shadow in Bai Shuang's heart. Doctors are only human and cannot be protected from all diseases, no matter how skilled they are.
In the evening, Bai Shuang spent half the day refining medicine. Tired, she took out a crucian carp and tofu soup, a plate of mutton skewers, a cold salad of shredded lettuce, and a bowl of red bean porridge.
The snow leopard prepared chicken legs and dog food.
A man and his dog were watching a show on their tablet while eating when there was a knock on the door.
She gathered up the things in the living room and went to check. It was Liu Zhongyi. He came to tell Bai Shuang that the old lady on the 17th floor had died.
They've already disposed of the body; they came to let Bai Shuang know.
They did a good job maintaining public hygiene, which deserves praise. Zi Shuang offered him two jin of rice, but he refused, asking Bai Ba if he had anything that could be burned for cooking.
Bai Shuang brought him a small canister of liquefied gas from the house. Liu Zhongyi was extremely grateful, as cooking with firewood was really inconvenient, especially since there wasn't much firewood available.
Their public health is quite good, and Bai Shuang doesn't mind giving them some small favors. They're probably scared after the last fight, so things have been relatively peaceful lately.
This can be considered a slap followed by a treat.
March ended in the blink of an eye. It has been a month since the disaster struck. During this time, Bai Shuang spent the first half of the day practicing kung fu with the snow leopard and the second half reading, studying, or refining medicine.
The rain outside continued intermittently, and the water level had dropped slightly, but not yet to the 9th floor.
The government-run market for selling goods only lasted for three days before it could no longer sustain itself, and the money became worthless.
The trade market still opened every 7 days as usual. Bai Shuang still traded with the old man who sold jade each time. He didn't exchange many items, only a few pieces of jade each time. When Bai Shuang asked him why, he said that he was worried that if he exchanged too many items, his grain would be stolen.
The city government distributed relief food on March 23, but it only consisted of two packs of compressed biscuits, and it hasn't distributed any since.
Food was becoming increasingly scarce outside, and people, driven mad by hunger, engaged in widespread burning, killing, and looting. Corpses floating in the water were a common sight, and social morality had completely collapsed!
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