Xia He had been eavesdropping on the 6th floor for a while now, and thought that the current plot was just neighbors arguing, which wasn't interesting at all. She thought the kind of plot involving murder would be more interesting.
So Xia He continued downstairs, walking with a limp and feeling very weak.
When Xia He came downstairs, she found that most of the people in the community had come out, all bundled up like bears. Some of the people who came down earlier had their bare eyelashes, hair, and men's unshaven beards covered with thick icicles, making them shiver from the cold.
However, people still have a pre-apocalyptic look to them, feeling that the neighborhood is still relatively harmonious. They are all talking about their own things, and even lamenting the ruthlessness of the natural disaster, who froze to death, who is running out of food, and waiting in the open space of the community for the airdropped supplies.
Time passed by, and soon the morning was over in waiting. But no one wanted to leave, fearing that supplies would arrive as soon as they left. So, everyone stood like ice sculptures on the ice. Someone lit a fire, and soon more and more people gathered around it, searching for supplies that could be used as fuel.
They waited like this until 3 p.m. Some people went home for lunch, but after finishing their meals, they rushed back out to wait, afraid of missing the airdrop.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "The airdrop is here!"
In the distance, a helicopter could be seen carrying a large number of square boxes. Whenever it reached a flat, open area with many people, it would announce through a loudspeaker, "To avoid unnecessary casualties, please disperse. Supplies are about to be dropped. Please leave enough ground for the supplies to be delivered. In these difficult times, let's work together to overcome the challenges."
The residents of the community eagerly awaited the supplies. Many were seeing this scene for the first time and were very excited. Manager Wang of the property management led the staff to disperse the crowd, then cleaned up the supplies and began distributing them.
The initial distribution of supplies was quite ample. The supplies were packaged in bags, containing a bag of eight compressed biscuits, a case of bottled water, alcohol fuel, and noodles and instant noodles—enough to sustain one person for 10 to 15 days. There were even winter clothing and blankets hidden beneath the food.
However, the supplies consisted of only one square box, approximately 8 cubic meters in size.
If each person gets one unit, there simply aren't enough to go around for everyone in the community. Xiahe Community has a total of 5 buildings. Apart from our own building, which is 32 stories high, the other 4 buildings are all 24 stories high, with one unit per floor. According to Manager Wang's statistics, there are currently 98 households still alive, not counting the residents of the villa area.
There are also people from the villa area here now, estimated to be about 700 people. The airdrop box contains 670 cases of mineral water, compressed biscuits, noodles, instant noodles, and a number of alcohol blocks.
It is confirmed that if each person has one bottle of water per day, approximately 700 people can survive for 11 days, and other supplies can last for about 7 days.
The current distribution of supplies is very sufficient, and Xia He's neighborhood has very few people. In Xia He's previous life, the neighborhood had several thousand people, and supplies were simply not enough. So at this time in her previous life, supplies had to be obtained by scrambling.
Xia He felt relieved. Communication was basically cut off, and the only news she could receive was from official sources. In the wealthy area where Xia He lived, there had been no reports of arson, murder, or looting for the time being. Moreover, the people in the wealthy area were unaware of the situation in other areas, and everyone could only stay in their own places.
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