Post-apocalyptic World: Stockpile Ten Billion Supplies at the Beginning

Wangjiang Park.

This is the location of Jin Yuanjiang’ Base, in a good position, close to a water source.

Yuanjiang drank three bowls of rice porridge, accompanied by a bag of pickled vegetables, which served as dinner.

That’s right, this is the dinner of a level five powerhouse. Of course, when he is determined, he can also enjoy stored sausages, ham, and other good things.

As for the ham sausage being stored for too long and expiring, that’s not something to consider in the post-apocalyptic world. As long as it doesn’t kill you, it’s fine.

Yuanjiang walked over to a railing, felt his pockets, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

He furrowed his brow; it was empty.

Yuanjiang was about to return to the house to get the stored cigarettes.

A man walked over and respectfully said, “Brother Jiang, have a smoke of mine.”

The man was Song Ling, Zhao Hai’s little brother.

Chen Luo showed great regard for Jin Yuanjiang, so Zhao Hai sent out his most capable little brother.

Song Ling is reliable, clever, and has a strong ability to read people and situations.

Song Ling took out a pack of cigarettes, and Jin Yuanjiang’s eyes lit up, “Furong Wang, good stuff; I couldn’t find it in many places.”

This is Yuanjiang’s favorite brand, but it’s in short supply.

Song Ling lit one for Jin Yuanjiang, who took a satisfying drag.

Taking the opportunity, Song Ling handed the entire pack to Jin Yuanjiang.

Without any refusal, Jin Yuanjiang’s laughed, “Xiao Song, from now on, I’ve got your back. If there’s any trouble, just tell me. Old Jin always keeps his word.”

Song Ling gave a thumbs-up, “Brother Jiang, everyone in the entire base knows your character.”

The two of them smoked and chatted.

Suddenly, Song Ling asked, “Brother Jiang, the days are getting tougher. What should we do?”

The whole world has suddenly changed dramatically, leaving many people at a loss. But due to the instinct to survive, they struggle hard in the apocalypse.

Jin Yuanjiang chuckled self-deprecatingly, “What else can we do? Take it one step at a time, one day at a time.”

Song Ling chuckled; even a level five powerhouse like Jin Yuanjiang was like this?

It seems like everyone is, except for Chen Luo.

Song Ling observed that Chen Luo seemed to be laying out his strategies ahead of time, using his strength to dominate the post-apocalyptic world.

Every day, he strolls leisurely, pets cats and dogs, has a beautiful woman by his side, and remains poised and composed.

Even before doomsday, how many people were as carefree as Chen Luo?

Song Ling probed, “Brother Jiang, I heard that there’s a base to the east that’s already able to produce a large amount of vegetables.”

Jin Yuanjiang suddenly became imposing, “Who, where, and what’s their strength? If their strength is inadequate, we’ll go and take it by force.”

Song Ling was taken aback. If you dare to go, you definitely won’t come back.

Song Ling chuckled awkwardly, “They’re very strong; I heard they have a level six powerhouse.”

Level six?

Jin Yuanjiang was startled, and then resigned himself to the fact that if it was level six, it was something he couldn’t resist, just like level four, which couldn’t resist him at all.

Jin Yuanjiang sighed, “It’s a pity; it’s been so long since I’ve had fresh vegetables.”

Even if a natural ability reaches level four, one still needs to research how to cultivate vegetables. The growth cycle of vegetables also takes time, and Jin Yuanjiang truly hasn’t had any in a long while.

Song Ling said, “Brother Jiang, I’ve heard that the base is very strong, and the treatment is good. Honestly, I’m thinking of going to seek refuge there.”

Jin Yuanjiang wasn’t surprised and nodded, “One should aim high. I understand. Xiao Song, rest assured, you can go; I won’t stop you.”

However, Song Ling said bitterly, “I don’t have the strength. They won’t accept me, Brother Jiang. You’re strong, reaching level five. Why not take me with you, your brother?”

“The food there is sufficient, and the treatment is good. Someone like you will definitely receive preferential treatment. Vegetables every day won’t be a problem, and who knows, you might even get to eat meat.”

Jin Yuanjiang was taken aback, waved his hand, and laughed, “If I leave, What about my brothers? If you want to go, go by yourself.”

Song Ling, discontented, said, “You treat them as brothers, but do they treat you as one? You’re strong, and they secretly guard against you. If Your weren’t strong enough, they will fight for power and gain.”

Jin Yuanjiang fell silent. Despite his strength, he was secretly marginalized by some.

This base was established by Jin Yuanjiang and several survivors he initially encountered.

Jin Yuanjiang had excellent innate talent and always managed to advance faster than others. He reached level five without any remarkable encounters, just steadily advancing.

Their growth was credited to Jin Yuanjiang.

But when people grow stronger, they no longer remain as pure as they were at the beginning. Their thoughts shift to amassing more resources and recruiting more elites to their side.

In the base, there are faintly four factions.

Jin Yuanjiang took a deep sip on his cigarette and looked deeply at Song Ling, “No need to say more.”

Song Ling responded with an “oh,” seeming a bit impatient. This base is bound to split eventually, and that will be a good opportunity.

Jin Yuanjiang returned to his room, wearing a smile on his face, “Xiao Ru, go to sleep.”

In the room, there was a gentle woman in her twenties, Lin Ru, Jin Yuanjiang’s wife since the apocalypse.

Lin Ru fell silent for a moment and said, “Brother Jiang, I’m pregnant.”

Jin Yuanjiang was stunned. At first, joy spread across his face, then it suddenly vanished, leaving behind an endless bitterness.

He couldn’t even guarantee his own life, not knowing which day he might die. How could he ensure the child’s stable upbringing?

Leaving aside other concerns, where would he find baby formula?

Let the child starve to death?

Lin Ru wasn’t eating well; could her slender figure sustain the child?

Bringing a child into the world meant…

It’s not hope, but a more agonizing despair.

Jin Yuanjiang sat down, looking somewhat dazed.

Before the apocalypse, if he had heard this news, he could have laughed it off as a dream. But now, it felt like a needle piercing his heart.

After a long while, Jin Yuanjiang weakly said, “Hit it, get rid of it. It’s my fault, all my fault.”

Lin Ru had long anticipated this response. She really didn’t want to, but was truly helpless.

Lin Ru softly affirmed, “You should hit my stomach or find medicine.”

Jin Yuanjiang automatically filtered out the first option. Medicine? Jin Yuanjiang was quite at a loss.

Maybe there is some.

Jin Yuanjiang, almost mechanically, left the room, thinking of searching the warehouse.

Lin Ru’s health wasn’t good to begin with; would doing this harm her too much?

I also really want to have a child.

Jin Yuanjiang, a big man, unknowingly shed tears.

Suddenly, Jin Yuanjiang remembered what Song Ling had just mentioned.

There’s a base that can grow a large number of vegetables.

Jin Yuanjiang figured that Song Ling was sent by the opposing faction to dig into him.

I want a child.

Previously, Jin Yuanjiang had hesitated due to brotherly feelings. They didn’t let me down, so I couldn’t let them down. But in front of a child, what’s the point?

Jin Yuanjiang found Song Ling and said very seriously, “You said that the base is strong. If they have twenty cans of baby formula, no, thirty cans, and can provide me with a bit of vegetables regularly, I’ll sell my life to them.”

“If they don’t have it or can’t agree to it, then there’s no need to discuss further.”

Baby formula is something only babies eat, but at times like these, mixing it with water can provide nourishment, and even the elderly can consume it.

Song Ling nodded, but inwardly wondered if Brother Chen had any baby formula.

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Through trials and tribulations, can I ask for your attention?