At this rate of temperature increase, the extreme cold will soon be over.
It's just unknown whether the ice will disappear overnight like in the last life, or whether it will gradually melt as the temperature rises above 0 degrees Celsius, and City C will once again be hit by floods.
However, one thing is certain: I can no longer stay in City C.
Whether the temperature rises directly to the point where the ice layer disappears, or the city experiences another flood, it is foreseeable that life in City C will be fraught with difficulties in the future.
With the ice layer gone, the corpses are directly exposed on the ground, where bacteria continue to multiply. Coupled with the current food shortages and malnutrition, which weaken people's resistance, it is easy for bacteria and viruses to infect and spread, and an epidemic is likely to spread.
Alternatively, given that there are very few habitable houses left in City C, the raging floodwaters make even setting up a tent or living in the open difficult.
"We're moving," Gu Yanzhi sighed softly, thinking to herself that she would discuss it with Song Zhao when he returned.
Song Zhao recently found a job as a porter, which involves transporting supplies for rescue teams or government relief food distribution centers.
Right now, it's just him and Gu Yanzhi at home. Gu Yanzhi is unable to move around in her current condition, so she definitely can't go out to work. If he doesn't go out to work either, and the family continues to be unproductive, yet they have enough to eat and drink, and neither of them seems to be losing weight, it will inevitably arouse suspicion sooner or later.
The job he found was very easy. He only needed to transport supplies to designated locations during a few fixed time slots each day, and he didn't have to work the rest of the time, which made it convenient for him to take care of Gu Yanzhi at any time.
The pay was relatively low, with only three meals provided. These meals were better than the meager relief rations of porridge or soup, as they were at least dry rations and occasionally a can of food would be provided.
Song Zhao delivered the supplies during mealtimes each day, which allowed him to bring his own food and Gu Yanzhi's relief food directly back to the tent without having to make another trip.
Even though the job offers little reward, it's now something that everyone envies.
The government-run factory collapsed in the earthquake, and there is still no manpower available for excavation and reconstruction. Many workers who worked in the factory are temporarily unemployed and have to find other jobs.
The government provided the disaster victims with three meals a day, which consisted of porridge, noodle soup, or occasionally vegetable soup, but without exception, it was all watery. After drinking a bowl, they felt full of water and soon became hungry again.
It's not that the government doesn't want to provide better food; many supplies are still being dug up under the rubble. The available supplies are limited right now, and only in this way can more people have food to eat.
When this job became available, everyone was scrambling to get in. If it weren't for the help from Building 10, Song Zhao probably wouldn't have gotten the job.
In the past, the Gu family of three had helped them a lot, but they could only repay them in so much. Now that they finally had the opportunity, several families took turns going to the recruitment manager to ask about the results and speak well of Song Zhao.
Upon learning that Song Zhao was skilled in combat and was both bold and meticulous, the person in charge happily finalized the decision to hire Song Zhao first.
The person in charge also knew that there was not much food available and the people were hungry. It was inevitable that some people would get emotional and do something irrational in the heat of the moment.
If they were to steal our supplies by accident, even more people would go hungry and might not even be able to survive on the most basic necessities of life.
The transportation of supplies definitely needs someone with such skill as a backbone.
They don't know how long the supplies in City C will last, so they can only take it one day at a time and try their best to ensure that as many people as possible can have food.
In the evening, Song Zhao returned home after delivering the last batch of supplies for the day.
Gu Yanzhi had already set the food on the table, and it was steaming hot.
"What delicious food have you prepared today?" Song Zhao lifted the tent flap, then carefully closed it again.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of food.
Today, a supply delivery team was caught embezzling funds and was punished by being made to do hard labor. They made several extra trips to deliver the supplies they were responsible for to their designated locations.
After working longer than usual, Song Zhao also felt hungry.
After changing out of his dusty clothes, Gu Yanzhi handed Song Zhao a wet wipe. He wiped his hands and sat down at the small dining table.
The small dining table was the bedside table that Gu Yanzhi had found when he first woke up. They had been using this table for meals recently to make things easier for Gu Yanzhi.
During the meal, Gu Yanzhi mentioned to Song Zhao that they might have to move.
Without Gu Yanzhi needing to say more, Song Zhao understood her meaning as soon as she made a nod.
Even if Gu Yanzhi didn't bring it up, Song Zhao would still bring it up with her today.
He's been working outside lately and has noticed an increasing number of people with fever, cough, and diarrhea. The weather is still quite cold, so it can't be an epidemic.
It's possible that people are getting sick because they eat less now and their immunity is weakened, but Song Zhao had an even more terrifying guess in his mind.
"You mean..."
After hearing Song Zhao describe the symptoms, Gu Yanzhi's eyes widened, clearly indicating that she had also considered a possibility.
Prions!!
Gu Yanzhi knew that there was a group of people in City C who were secretly collecting corpses.
Previously, the wages from their jobs, plus government assistance, were generally enough for most families to make a living. So, although such people existed, they were mostly operating covertly due to the conscience of the majority and government control, and few people were actually involved.
Unexpectedly, less than a week after the earthquake, food shortages had already reached the point where prions were proliferating and spreading.
If Song Zhao hadn't mentioned it today, Gu Yanzhi would have almost forgotten that prions had also broken out in her previous life. In her previous life, due to lax government control, the spread of darkness was far greater than in this life, and prions had broken out much earlier.
During that period, almost half of the population of City C died. Only then did the government realize the situation and begin to take control measures, but it was too late. In the end, less than a third of the population of City C remained healthy and alive.
From any perspective, City C is no longer a suitable place to stay.
Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao reached a tacit agreement.
The most difficult thing right now is dealing with Gu Yanlin. Gu Yanlin has already joined the army, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will definitely have to follow the orders and instructions of the commander along with the 532 squad.
They weren't sure if they could let him retire from the military; Gu Yanzhi and Song Zhao were really worried about leaving Gu Yanlin alone. They would definitely want to live around Gu Yanlin.
If Team 532 doesn't evacuate City C, the two of them will most likely not leave City C either. Even if they do leave, they'll probably just find a place to live around City C.
Fortunately, it seems they still have a few days of buffer time, so they can think it over carefully.
This matter can only be discussed in detail after Gu Yanlin finishes his rescue mission and returns.
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