Lu Yu has gossipy ears, "They seem to be prying open the door, and there seem to be quite a few people."

Jiang Ning said solemnly, "There was a sudden hypothermia the night before last, and many people must have died. They are probably prying open the door of the victims' homes."

"This, this is too outrageous."

Jiang Ning shrugged, "There is no way, the dead will always make way for the living."

If I guessed correctly, He Zhian was checking the number of survivors and then organizing manpower to clean up the survival supplies of the victims.

Lu Yu accepted the inability, "It has been flooded for several months. Not to mention that every household has no food, some people even boiled their leather shoes to fill their stomachs, and the furniture that can be burned was chopped up. Even if the door is pried open, what can be found?"

"We can still find some."

He felt uncomfortable, but no one could say anything to blame him.

I was lucky to get some supplies. If I were in the same situation as them, I might also try to break into the house of a dead person.

As Aning said, the dead always make way for the living.

I felt depressed. After saying goodbye, I went home and got into bed.

I almost froze to death after going out. When I got back to the house, I wanted to put my hands on the electric heater.

Xiaobai was feeding the cubs, and Dahui came out to find food, circling around Jiang Ning.

The two were in good spirits, so I added some grass and feed.

Apart from the daily indispensable sparring and archery, Jiang Ning was unwilling to go out. He either stayed in the quilt reading a book or used his consciousness to open up wasteland.

God was pitiful. He finally turned over about 100 square meters, then dug a small pit, put corn seeds in it and filled it with soil.

His mental strength was rapidly consumed, and he felt like his body was hollowed out.

Hungry, hurry up and get a Snickers!

1803 was very active. He went to the rooftop every day to sweep the snow, and he didn't forget to bring down Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen's share.

No one said anything, but everyone had their own ideas in mind. Their ability to survive was not as strong as the two of them, and the two of them did more work in finding supplies, so they had an advantage in terms of material distribution.

Therefore, they should do more within their ability.

Jiang Ning said it several times, but 1803 didn't listen.

He thought about taking turns to go to the rooftop to collect snow, but he couldn't beat them. Every time he opened the door, the bucket full of snow was already at the door.

Maybe this would make 1803 feel at ease, so Jiang Ning didn't stop him.

There was no shortage of water in the space, so closing the door and pouring the ice and snow into the black soil garden was considered watering.

Jiang Ning felt bad for wasting a friend's kindness, but who would leave something better unused? I'm really sorry.

The temperature dropped every day, sometimes noticeably, sometimes not, and it dropped to -26 degrees without anyone noticing.

There were banging noises downstairs every day, and it took several days to quiet down.

From the noise, it seemed that even the 17th floor was pried open.

It was estimated that there were really many casualties.

After all, this is the south, and neither the house structure nor the cold-resistant clothing are as durable as those in cold regions.

That day, there was another knock on the door downstairs, and it was Grandma Zhong.

The weather was bad, and she was obviously not here for acupuncture.

They were all old acquaintances, so Grandma Zhong didn't hide anything and said straight to the point: "Xiao Jiang, we have something to discuss with you."

Seeing that she was not in good spirits and looked worried, Jiang Ning frowned and said, "You go ahead."

Grandma Zhong's defense was instantly broken, and she held her hand tightly and choked up and said, "Xiao Jiang, you are really the lifesaver of our family."

If Jiang Ning hadn't said that she would sweat after rubbing the medicated wine and covering the quilt, she would have frozen to death that night when the temperature suddenly dropped, and there would be no chance to wake up. She

woke up from the cold under the quilt, shivering and knocking on the door of her son and daughter-in-law, and immediately covered her grandson with thick clothes.

She woke up in time, so she escaped Prince Yan.

The Zhong family was not destined to die, but others were not so lucky. Hong Lin had already suffered a lot of losses due to lack of food, and many more died this time.

She had lived her whole life, but she never thought that the temperature in the south, which is as warm as spring in winter, would drop to -26 degrees one day.

The coastal area is already damp and cold, and the floods have flooded up to the sixth floor, so the whole city is like being covered in a cold storage.

The community is relatively old, and except for the students from the university town who have moved out to rent houses, many of the residents are elderly and children.

Compared with the whole unit building before the typhoon, it is estimated that only about 30% to 40% of it is left.

Typhoon, floods, extreme cold, what is going on in this world?

Jiang Ning did not take credit, "I just gave suggestions based on the condition, and you listened to the doctor's advice and prepared well."

Grandma Zhong did not think so, and brought a can of pickled fish with fermented black beans as a thank-you gift, "This is made by my daughter-in-law, it is considered a specialty of my hometown, you all should try it." A can is

about three or four pounds, which is very generous.

Jiang Ning collected a lot of canned fish with black bean sauce in the living room, but Grandma Zhong was determined to force it, and she almost got angry in the end, so she had no choice but to accept it.

Seeing that she accepted it, Grandma Zhong continued to chat, "Our family is lucky. Not only did they wake up without frostbite, but it seems that people next door are frozen to death, and some have frostbite and frostbite. The little girl surnamed Su even shamelessly came to knock on the door to ask for medicine.

Where did my family get the medicine? It seems that she deliberately didn't give it to me. She has come several times.

Another person died yesterday. They said he died of frostbite and fever."

It's pitiful, but why force the Zhong family to give medicine?

Don't say there is no medicine. If there is, you have to keep it to save your own life.

This weather is no joke. A cold can kill people.

Jiang Ning frowned. Everyone else died, but Su Mengyao didn't die. She was really strong!

Grandma Zhong wouldn't come up without special circumstances.

She sighed deeply and said worriedly, "Xiao Jiang, I feel something is wrong. Something big might happen to this building."

"What do you mean?" "

He Zhian gathered the survivors to pry open the homes of the victims and take away food, clothes, bedding, and wooden furniture. These are not a big deal. After all, everyone wants to survive."

But He Zhian was not a good person. He distributed supplies according to the needs of each person.

Men got more, and women got half less. If the Zhong family had not survived, they would have been bullied.

Although men are more powerful in prying open doors, women are good at finding things. Many supplies were hidden in unexpected places, but they were all found by women.

But the woman was weak and dared not resist. He Zhian withheld the materials that should have been divided equally, and most of them fell into his hands. The other men who took the small profit of the fly head had no objection.

This was not the most terrifying thing. He not only had frequent contacts with the building managers of other units, but also worked with the gangs outside.

"Yesterday he took a few young girls out, gave them one jin of food per hour, and let them play for five hours. They are really a bunch of inhuman beasts.

The girl surnamed Yu from next door was almost dead when she was sent back, and her pants were all bloody.

She exchanged her body for five jin of rice, but He Zhian took half of it. Several people ate the remaining two and a half jins. How many bites do you think she got?"

Jiang Ning was not surprised. After all, Yang Weicong had persuaded her to exchange her body in her previous life, but she hit him with a rolling pin until his head was bleeding. Since then, he never dared to speak again.

Unexpectedly, Yu Qingqing was so stupid that she was hopeless.

"Did Su Mengyao go out?"

"No, but she will get her turn sooner or later."

Grandma Zhong didn't come here to gossip, but she heard bad news. "People from outside came to collect social security grain from buildings 18 and 19. Every household has to pay. If you can't pay, go out and look for it. Otherwise..."

He Zhian has close contact with these people. I'm afraid he has nothing good to say.

Social security grain?