Professor Jin was going to a villa area.
Security guards in the residential complex stopped the two.
Professor Jin revealed his old face, and after the facial recognition was successful, the security guard let them in.
The houses in the villa area were of good quality and did not collapse during the earthquake.
However, the buildings are too low, and most of them are buried in snow. The property management staff is insufficient to clear them all.
Professor Jin spent a long time identifying the correct place, making two mistakes before finally finding the right one.
No wonder he couldn't recognize it; the house was buried right below the horizon, how could anyone spot it?
Before you can enter, clear away the snow.
Taking out an entrenching tool, Zuo Ling resigned herself to shoveling snow.
Professor Jin hadn't prepared anything, so he found a piece of dead wood to use as a shovel.
Zuo Ling shoveled and stuffed things into the space, clearing a passage so the two of them could go in.
The villa has three floors above ground and two floors below ground, and it is decorated very luxuriously.
But the photo of the master bedroom... is of a young couple, definitely not Professor Jin and his wife.
"Your son's house?"
Professor Jin gave a curt "Hmm": "They're useless. When you need them, none of them are around."
them?
You have two sons?
Professor Jin got even angrier: "Three."
Three! Don't highly educated intellectuals need to practice family planning?
"Why are you allowed to have three children? Doesn't the family planning office care?"
Speaking of this, Professor Jin said with a smug look on his face: "They want to interfere, but they can't. I had three sons in one pregnancy."
No wonder!
Where are they? Aren't they in the country?
Triplets are rare, especially since they came from the womb of a highly educated person. Zuo Ling's gossipy nature was piqued.
Professor Jin's face darkened: "Two are abroad, and one is in the Southern Military Region."
It's a bit tragic that none of her three sons are by her side.
Those living in military districts cannot afford the houses in Noah's Ark, and even if they could, they wouldn't dare to buy them openly.
This suggests that the old man has at least one son who is wealthy and should be the owner of the house.
What does the other son do? Zuo Ling's gossipy heart burned brightly, but she held back.
The relationship isn't that good; prying too much will only annoy people.
Professor Jin said, "Take whatever clothes and jewelry my daughter-in-law has. We'll split the rest equally."
"That's not a good idea. When your daughter-in-law comes back, she'll probably fight with you."
The apocalypse has arrived, and those overseas are unlikely to return. But Professor Jin doesn't know that Zuo Ling has to put on a show to some extent.
"Hmph, when I need them to fulfill their filial duties, none of them are there. What can they do to me if I take a few things from them? If they dare to show their teeth, I'll break their legs. Take it, take it all."
Zuo Ling didn't stand on ceremony. Since the person wasn't coming back anyway, she figured if she didn't take advantage of them, someone else would benefit from it sooner or later.
The lady of the wealthy family has too many nice things, including dozens of fur coats of various lengths, not to mention other items.
Take everything except bags, shoes, and used cosmetics and skincare products.
Half of the fur coat was given to Professor Jin:
"Fur coats are warm, take them back for Aunt Tang to wear."
Professor Jin did not refuse. He went upstairs and brought all of his son's leather jackets, down coats, quilts, and other warm clothing to the lobby on the first floor, waiting to load them into the car.
The two men found 500 boxes of charcoal, 30 boxes of compressed biscuits, 50 boxes each of Moutai and Wuliangye liquor, and over 200 bottles of wine in the basement. They also found 2,000 jin each of finely packaged rice and flour, 50 barrels of 5-liter cooking oil, 500 jin of salt, and various dried goods.
Soy sauce, vinegar, cooking wine, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, dried chili peppers, and other seasonings as needed.
200 boxes of canned fish, canned luncheon meat, canned braised pork, and canned fruit; 20 boxes of vacuum-packed cured meat, sausages, and ham.
20 high-power solar panels, 10 gasoline and diesel generators, 10 large-capacity batteries, 5 portable gas stoves, and 50 boxes of portable gas stove canisters (16 bottles each).
Ten military tents, 50 sets of acid-resistant and radiation-proof suits, 50 sets of gas masks, and thousands of medical masks.
There are three double-door refrigerators and three large-capacity freezers, each storing varying quantities of frozen meat, seafood, and semi-finished products such as dumplings, glutinous rice balls, and hand-pulled pancakes.
Everything else is fine. In normal households, who would keep compressed biscuits at home? They don't taste good anyway.
Seeing Zuo Ling's confusion, Professor Jin said, "My son's friend is a doomsday theorist. Others are going to believe in the future, and he's just following the trend. He's just joining in the fun."
He sighed, "Sigh, I never thought I'd need it one day."
The old man looked forlorn, probably worried about his son abroad.
They took most of the wood they had gathered along the road, put it in military net bags, and hung them on the handles of the cargo vans.
The trailers and boxcars were packed full, leaving no gaps.
For items that couldn't fit, she unpacked them and stuffed them inside. There were still quite a few that couldn't fit, so Zuo Ling secretly put them into her spatial storage, planning to take them out when she returned.
After loading the truck, I was exhausted and hungry, so I took out the food I had prepared earlier to fill my stomach before heading back.
Professor Jin brought two servings of braised rabbit, fried fish, and rice, one of which was for Zuo Ling.
It's still warm, packed in an insulated lunchbox.
Zuo Ling refused and ate the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and mutton soup that she had brought with her.
"The little girl is really good at distinguishing things," Professor Jin said reproachfully, but without anger.
"The climate is abnormal. I think this kind of weather will definitely continue for a long time. You'd better watch out for your food. Maybe in the future, it will be difficult to even get a meal like this."
Zuo Ling intentionally reminded him.
Professor Jin was about to put his food in his mouth when he heard Zuo Ling say that, so he stopped and suddenly couldn't eat anymore.
He stared blankly for a while, then sighed and silently shoveled food into his mouth, finding it tasteless and unappetizing.
Zuo Ling soaked some of Waterfall's favorite cat food in mutton soup.
The little guy knew that he wasn't picky about food when he was outside, and he ate heartily.
After finishing our meal, we got on the bus and headed back.
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