Chapter 54: Snowstorm and Extreme Cold
For the next month, there was hailstorm lasting three hours every night, and freezing rain fell all morning. The only normal weather conditions were from 2pm to 2am.
Qiao Qiao and her parents have been staying at home. They have enough supplies and do not have to report to the Special Management Bureau. If they insist on going out in this kind of weather, they would be doing themselves a disservice.
The 130th day of doomsday.
The cooling period for the small flower pots is over and this time corn seeds are planted.
[Planting successful, expected maturity time: 30 days]
It is indeed a food that can fill your stomach, and it takes ten days longer to mature than fruits and vegetables.
The 150th day of doomsday.
All the vegetables and fruits in the soilless planter in the sunroom are ripe.
We harvested 3 large basins of strawberries, blueberries and cherry tomatoes, totaling 30 kilograms, exceeding the previous fruit record.
The harvests of potatoes, sweet potatoes, cucumbers, Chinese cabbage, spinach and celery were also good, with more than ten kilograms of each.
Wash fruits and vegetables and put them in the system backpack.
Then I continued planting, and this time I selected nine kinds of fruits and vegetables: passion fruit, potato, guava, cherry radish, perilla, cantaloupe, broccoli, okra, and eggplant.
The maturity time is about 60 days.
I have drawn a lot of cards during this period, including R-level cards.
Qiao Qiao drew four times and got three R-level cards.
[R-level card backpack expansion card * 1]
[R-level Wood Card*1 (100 units)]
[R-level space backpack × 1] (30 square meters)
The backpack expansion card was given to Qiao Huizhou to use, and the backpack grid was activated to 30*30.
The timber card is reserved for trading with the Special Administration for automatic livestock feeding machines.
The space backpack I got this time is three times larger than the last time. If I had such a large space before, I would not have chosen an off-road vehicle but a motorhome.
Although off-road vehicles have good performance, they are uncomfortable to drive for long distances. You never know what may happen in the future, so it is always a good idea to prepare for a rainy day.
Nowadays, almost all cars are submerged during heavy rains. Even if they can be salvaged later, the engines cannot be used for a long time.
But she believed that there would always be a way to save it as long as she could provide enough bait.
It doesn't matter if you don't have it. With mom's [European Emperor Possession], maybe I can draw it out. The items produced by the system are of much better quality than those in the real world.
Qiao Xinghe drew two R-level cards in four consecutive draws.
[R-level card backpack expansion card * 1]
[R-level card constant temperature clothing*1]
[Constant temperature clothing: can intelligently adjust the temperature, the use range is -70 degrees to 70 degrees, use time: 12 hours, solar charging time: 2-12 hours]
Qiao Huizhou's backpack grid is unlocked to 35*35.
Constant temperature clothing has a wider range of uses than special cold-proof clothing and can continue to be used during extremely hot periods in the future.
Qiao Huizhou has the SR-level card [Possessed by the European Emperor], and obtained four R-level cards by four ten-draws.
[R-level card backpack expansion card*1]*2
[R-level card oil card * 1 (100 units)]
[R-level card Solar Shield *1]
[Solar Shield: After fully charged, it can form a 360-degree protective sphere that can block attacks such as live ammunition and artillery shells. Number of uses: 3]
After Qiao Huizhou uses it, the backpack grid reaches 45*45.
Qiao Qiao always felt it was strange that she had been able to draw backpack expansion cards recently, as if the system was encouraging everyone to unlock them all as soon as possible.
Now I have a total of 4 R-level energy cards, plus some N-level cards, I can go to the Special Management Bureau to trade 4 cards.
The 153rd day of doomsday, December 1st.
The hail and freezing rain that had been ravaging the world for a month had finally stopped.
The entire city seemed to have been paused, and the once bustling streets were now dead silent.
People only had a few hours in the afternoon to go out and look for supplies, and many who did not go to the shelters were filled with endless regret.
Looking out, the glass walls of countless high-rise buildings are now riddled with holes, which are the marks left by the crazy hailstorms.
Broken glass and ice condensed on the walls due to the low temperature and freezing rain, flashing cold light in the weak sunlight, as if silently accusing the disaster that had occurred.
The flood water left by the heavy rain froze on the road, forming a thick layer of ice. The trees and telephone poles that survived the heavy rain were smashed beyond recognition.
The garbage and debris thrown into the water before were soaked by the freezing rain and then froze into ice. Occasionally, you can see some small animals and the bodies of people thrown into the water, frozen stiff in the corners, some with only half of the body visible, and the rest still under the ice.
It adds a bit of sadness to the bleak and desolate world.
No one was happy about the departure of hail and freezing rain, because a new natural disaster had arrived.
When people woke up, they found that what greeted them was no longer the familiar freezing rain, but a howling blizzard.
The strong wind was like the scythe of the god of death, cutting through the devastated city, sweeping away the remaining trees and power lines, as if it was determined not to give up until everything was destroyed.
The only sound left in the silent world was the howling of the wind.
The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, quickly covering up the desolate scenes.
In just one morning, the world was completely changed by the snowstorm and covered in white.
The familiar city has disappeared, leaving only an endless white world, with the undulating buildings revealing vague outlines under the blizzard.
If one had not personally experienced the natural disaster, this scene would have been regarded as a beautiful picture of nature that no painter, no matter how skilled, would have been able to depict.
But at this moment, it only represents endless fear and despair.
If the strong wind is the scythe of the god of death, then the snowflakes are the messengers sent by the god of death, silently slaughtering creatures on the earth and burying the remains of human civilization.
“Boom!”
Another building collapsed, and no one knew whether it was due to quality issues or the ruthlessness of natural disasters.
We can only pray that there are no residents inside, otherwise we will just have to wait for death. After all, there is no rescue team that can save them now.
The people in the shelter also had a difficult life. They listened to the howling of the blizzard outside, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness.
Everyone can notice that recently the federal staff who come to deliver supplies have been arriving later and later, bringing less and less, and their attitudes have been getting worse and worse.
However, they did not dare to argue with them, for fear of angering the Federation and being driven out.
People can only live in fear, not knowing how long the shelter can last and what their fate will be.
Federal Building.
At this time, the Chief Executive, the Speaker and the Director of the Special Management Bureau were sitting at the same table, with their respective secretaries standing behind them, and the atmosphere was serious.
"Sir, no one's supplies come from the wind. The parliament can't afford to have them going out without coming in." The Speaker took the initiative.
The Chief Executive hadn't slept well for a few days and now had a splitting headache. He had to force himself to attend the meeting. In order to get more supplies, he had to lower his posture.
"I know, but hail and freezing rain have been alternating recently, and ordinary people can't go out to look for supplies."
The speaker smiled, looking like a smiling tiger. "I don't care. The parliament has a limit on the amount of materials it can use each month. You have used a lot recently and I won't approve it even if you want to."
The director watched the two of them arguing back and forth, wanting to help his superior but feeling powerless.
"We can only barely be self-sufficient here, and we can't rescue others."
The speaker spread his hands and said, "Look, even Director Huang can't do anything. To be honest, it's already this late and you still want to support these people. Let them go and figure out their own way. It's only a matter of time before they face a natural disaster. Besides, even the capital region can't provide everyone with the resources to survive. So stop struggling."
The Chief Executive wanted to continue to fight but ultimately failed.
The director suggested, "Why not let these ordinary people go out to look for supplies and provide work instead of relief?"
The Speaker quickly agreed, "I agree. The parliament can advance some of the supplies first."
The commander was still hesitant. "They don't know, but we know there are mutant plants and animals out there. Letting ordinary people out is like sending them to their deaths."
The Speaker sneered, "Natural disasters are like this. If you are not prepared, you will die."
The commander had no choice but to agree. "Then send people out. Mining, logging, and oil extraction all require manpower."
The Speaker said: "We can provide this part of the materials, but we want 30% of the resources mined."
The director naturally would not miss such an opportunity. "The Special Management Bureau can send card drawers to escort and protect the safety of ordinary people, and the resources will also account for 30%."
Veins popped out on the officer's forehead. "Don't go too far! The Federation has to provide both resources and manpower, and in the end you want me to give you 60%?"
The speaker said indifferently, "Ah, there is nothing we can do. Our parliament is also short of supplies. We can't let us lose money. I agree with this, but my subordinates cannot agree."
The commander took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "You can each contribute 20% at most. If you agree, then agree. If you don't agree, forget it. The Federation can also do things like mining resources. But I will report your actions to the Capital District truthfully."
The Speaker felt that this was the chief's bottom line, and quickly said, "Okay, don't be angry, 20% is 20%, I'll be waiting for your notice at any time."
The director also nodded in agreement, "As long as you issue a notice, our bureau will immediately organize personnel."
The 158th day of doomsday.
The time for trading cards will end tomorrow, and the three of them must go to the Special Management Bureau. They can only continue to trade cards after handing in the cards or completing the mission.
Qiao Qiao and his parents got up early on purpose, preparing to trade cards before carrying out the mission.
There had been a blizzard outside for days, and the snow had already accumulated to the point where it blocked the door. Qiao Xinghe jumped out of the window and shoveled away the snow.
I even took out my ice skates before, but unfortunately I can’t use them now.
But Jojo likes skiing and has skis at home.
The three of them put on their double boards in the corridor, and wore helmets, elbow pads, knee pads, hip pads and ski goggles. They set off only after they were fully armed.
Outside, the wind was howling, the snow was raging, and the whole world was covered in silver. From a distance, it looked like the white wind was everywhere.
"ah!"
Qiao Qiao shouted excitedly, exerted force with his arms, tapped the ground with his ski poles, and rushed out like an arrow.
The skis skied quickly over the snow, splashing layers of snow mist.
Jojo used to play on the advanced ski slopes. Now the roads are smooth and there are almost no obstacles, so skiing is too easy for her.
She bent her knees slightly, leaned forward, and skillfully used her ski poles to control the skis forward.
Sometimes it is like a nimble flying swallow, easily avoiding the few obstacles; sometimes it is like a quick cheetah, rushing down the slope at high speed.
The wind was whistling in my ears and the blizzard was flying all over the sky.
Qiao Xinghe and his wife smiled at each other and quickly followed.
Qiao Xinghe skated behind, looking at his daughter's back, his heart filled with relief.
He taught Qiao Qiao the skiing skills himself. The better the student is, the prouder the teacher will be.
The scene on the street quickly receded as it slid at high speed.
The whole world was silent, with only the whirring sound of the roaring blizzard and the squeaking sound of the skis rubbing against the snow.
The combination of the two creates a unique winter melody.
Half an hour later, the three arrived at the Special Management Bureau and took off their equipment and put it into the system backpack.
As soon as I entered the 16th floor, I heard a familiar voice.
"Qiao Qiao, Uncle Qiao, Aunt Qiao, are you here?"
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