After going up to the basement level, they found a room with a small window, removed the bed, and sealed the window with an iron plate before allowing Fang Yuan to put his things away.
Fang Yuan took out some of the vacuum-packed food that Fang Qinghe had asked him to collect before.
It included rice, cured meat, ham, canned goods, and compressed biscuits, and finally, several quilts and cotton wadding were stuffed on top.
She crammed the small room, which was only about ten square meters, to the brim.
After putting everything away, Mr. Fang had Fang Yuan take a new lock from his spatial storage and personally replaced the door lock.
"Dad, you're amazing! You even managed to change the locks!" Fang Yuan gave him a thumbs up.
"What's so special about that? Your dad knows a lot more than that!" Fang Qinghe replied proudly.
Actually, these were all small skills he learned in his previous life during the apocalypse; changing locks was the simplest one.
After locking the door, they placed a renovation shelf outside the door as a cover.
The two left satisfied after changing the lock on the front door to a key lock.
After putting their things away in the first villa, the two went to the villa next door and did the same thing.
I don't know whether to say Liu Qin was lucky or Fang Qinghe was lucky, but they actually managed to buy two buildings right next to each other.
After putting everything away, they got back on the bus and officially went down the mountain to shop.
However, almost all the shops along the way were closed, which made the two feel disheartened.
Fortunately, there were plenty of cars on the road, and traffic police were occasionally on the side of the road maintaining order, which relieved the two of them.
As long as there are people participating, at least there are things to buy.
After driving for a while, they started to see pedestrians carrying things, which made the two even happier.
However, when the two arrived outside the largest shopping mall, they saw that it was full of people coming and going.
The area was filled with parked cars.
Fang Qinghe had no choice but to drive his car to the side of the road opposite the supermarket, where he could hear the generator roaring to life from afar.
A huge banner was still pasted on the supermarket entrance, and a sentence was playing repeatedly.
"Purchase of rice, flour, and cooking oil is limited to no more than ten kilograms per person for each type."
Several police officers were standing around maintaining order.
"Dad, are we still going?" Fang Yuan asked Fang Qinghe.
This densely packed crowd must mean that all the residents of the surrounding area have come out to buy things.
They came down late, and there were still so many people around; it was terrifying.
"Let's go to the wholesale market," Fang Qinghe said after thinking for a moment.
Going to the supermarket now doesn't allow you to buy much; it's crowded and a complete waste of time.
"There must be a lot of people at the wholesale market, right?" Fang Yuan asked uncertainly.
“We’re not going to buy food, we’re going to look at winter clothes,” Fang Qinghe replied.
Although extreme cold is about to arrive, these people don't realize that it's essential to stock up on warm clothes.
"Okay!" Fang Yuan nodded.
Although she has a lot of winter clothes in her storage space, she can still stock up on things that can be stored outside.
After all, the money in her dad's card was almost worthless, so exchanging it for some supplies would be a good idea.
On the way to the wholesale market, Fang Yuan suddenly asked:
"Dad, should we buy some medicine?"
Since you're going to spend money to buy something, it's more appropriate to buy something small and valuable.
In certain circumstances, medicine can be exchanged for gold bars without any problem!
"...Don't you have any space?" Fang Qinghe asked after a pause.
"Yes, we do have some, but there are only ten doses of each medicine. Since we're just hoarding useful things anyway, medicine is more practical," Fang Yuan replied.
Medicine can be a lifesaver in the apocalypse, so stockpiling it is a good idea.
"Buy them! We'll go after we buy the winter clothes," Fang Qinghe replied confidently.
He had previously asked Zhang Sheng to be in charge of buying medicine, but the guy hadn't given him a report before the acid rain, so he had forgotten about it.
Achoo!
Zhang Sheng, who is being thought of by Fang Qinghe, is currently sick at home.
He got sick from acid rain on his way back from checking medicines.
My nose, throat, and respiratory system are severely damaged, and I can't even speak. It's been half a month and I still haven't recovered.
The two arrived at the wholesale market, where there were quite a few people in the grain and oil wholesale area, and police were still patrolling outside.
The two drove around to the other side of the clothing wholesale market, but all the shops there were closed.
"What should we do? The door isn't open yet!" Fang Yuan looked helplessly at Fang Qinghe.
Come to think of it, the water is still rising outside, and the sky is frighteningly gloomy. If everyone doesn't hurry up and stockpile food, then...
Who has time to open a shop?
"Mistake!"
Fang Qinghe was also surprised that the clothing market was not open.
“Actually, I have thick clothes in my storage space, all sizes, enough for our family,” Fang Yuan comforted her father.
“Alright, I’ll go buy the medicine,” Mr. Fang replied.
It's all Zhang Sheng's fault for being incompetent.
Not long after they left, Fang Qinghe's cell phone rang.
"Huh, is that a phone call? The signal's back?" Fang Yuan asked with a look of surprise.
"Yes, it was your brother calling!"
Fang Qinghe felt much better after seeing the incoming call.
I parked the car on the side of the road and answered the call on speakerphone.
"You little rascal, you actually know how to call back? There's been no signal for a while now, your grandma's worried about you!" Fang Qinghe said into the phone.
"Tell Grandma I'm fine. What could possibly be wrong with me? Are you and your sister alright? Are Grandpa and Grandma okay?"
Fang Chengjun's clear but slightly tired voice came through the phone.
Fang Qinghe had told him about Fang Yuan's return, and he wanted to go home to see Fang Yuan.
Unfortunately, he was on a mission at the time and couldn't come back.
What followed was a series of even more serious events.
"Brother, I'm fine, and Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma are fine too. We didn't go out when it rained, we're all doing well."
Hearing the concern coming from the other end of the phone, Fang Yuan replied with a comment.
“Your sister, grandparents, and I are doing very well at the villa in Nanshan. But you, be careful when you go on missions,” Mr. Fang said.
"I'm fine here too. The weather is really unusual, and there might be more unexpected changes. You guys should stock up on food," Fang Chengjun instructed.
"Don't worry, your dad isn't stupid. By the way, your uncle sent word that the temperature will drop sharply after this heavy rain, so go back and put on your thermal underwear."
Fang Qinghe also spoke to Fang Chengjun.
He didn't know how this kid had survived such a sudden change in weather in his previous life, but now that he had called back, he definitely had to remind him.
"Is this news true?" Fang Chengjun asked.
"Of course, your uncle is also in Nanshan these days. My information is reliable; it'll be below zero," Fang Qinghe said calmly.
“Okay, I’ll remind my brothers to wear warmer clothes,” Fang Chengjun replied.
"Reporting to the captain, a new mission has been assigned..."
Suddenly, other people's voices came through the phone, and their voices quickly faded.
Fang Chengjun must have covered the phone's microphone.
After a while, Fang Chengjun's voice came through the phone again:
"Dad, I have to go now, I have something to do, I'll hang up now."
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