Liang Yingsheng saw at a glance the corn oil piled in the corner, at least dozens of boxes.
Two boxes were left for those who needed them, and the rest were collected.
Next to the corn oil were rice and flour. Liang Yingsheng thought that he had only taken away half of the small rice-threshing machine he bought at the second-hand market.
She has seeds and plenty of space to plant them herself.
There are many hot pot bases of various flavors, including Tom Yum Kung and Army hot pot. Liang Yingsheng couldn't help but swallowed, and he was already greedy.
The huge warehouse was almost ransacked by her. Liang Yingsheng finally gave up and took out two bottles of energy drinks. Just as he was about to hand them to Liang Zhimo, there was the sound of shelves being moved downstairs.
Liang Zhimo came over quickly, "Sister, someone is here, moving the shelves we blocked the door. There are probably about ten people, both men and women."
Liang Yingsheng frowned and looked around for a week, but found no other passage. He quickly pulled Liang Zhimo and hid behind the cartons stacked with sanitary napkins.
There were no cars coming and going, no noisy people, and the huge supermarket seemed particularly quiet.
A few minutes later, the two heard footsteps, followed by human conversation.
"Brother Cao, if I didn't see anyone, he might have left long ago."
"How come the door is blocked when no one is there? Look carefully again?"
Instead of choosing the riding whip, Liang Yingsheng took a dagger in his hand, and Liang Zhimo tightened his grip on his bloody watermelon knife. The two looked seriously and stared at the door.
"Brother Cao, a piece of glass is broken here. Someone probably slipped away from here."
"Damn it, why was it so empty after being robbed and not leaving anything good for me?"
"There are still some original potato chips left, just eat them."
Soon, someone discovered the warehouse.
The dark warehouse is intimidating, for fear of zombies suddenly jumping out.
Liang Yingsheng heard a coquettish female voice: "Brother Cao, do you really want to go in and take a look? I'm so scared!"
Brother Cao's voice was slightly rough and he sounded like a man in his forties.
With a 'chirp' sound, Brother Cao kissed the woman hard on the face and said, "Be good, honey, I have a brother to protect you."
The woman's voice became even louder, and Liang Ying got goosebumps when she heard it.
"Hate, there are people here!"
"Haha, we are all our own people. Come on, let's go in and take a look."
A beam of light suddenly came in, and Liang Yingsheng pulled Liang Zhimo's arm. She planned to observe first and enter the space immediately if anyone approached.
"Brother Cao, there are still several boxes of rice and flour. This time we are prosperous!"
Along with the rustling footsteps, Liang Yingsheng could feel several people coming in.
"Move quickly!"
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the beam of the flashlight had already shone on the wall behind Liang Yingsheng. She dragged Liang Zhimo in and moved to the side, using the stacked cardboard boxes to block her body.
"There are a lot of sanitary napkins here, do we want to move them away?"
Brother Cao raised his foot and kicked the person who asked the question, "Do you need to use this thing?"
"Isn't Lily a woman?"
The coquettish female voice sounded again: "Brother Cao, don't worry about me. Just carry what we need. I can stuff some in my bag on the shelves outside."
There was another 'chirp' sound, "As expected of my darling, let's do something new tonight?"
"Hate!"
Liang Yingsheng's mouth twitched fiercely. If conditions allowed, she had no doubt that the two of them would work hard in the warehouse.
The group of people began to carry things. Suddenly, a sound of footsteps gradually approached. Liang Yingsheng clenched his weapon and thought about whether to deal with the person on the spot or enter the space.
"Brother Cao, we have to go, there are zombies approaching!"
The footsteps stopped and the man immediately walked out of the warehouse.
"Come on, move everything into the carriage!"
The sound became farther and farther away, until calm returned to the second floor of the supermarket, and Liang Yingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go quickly."
"Sister, that group should be a bandit team organized by the survivors."
"Well, I know that there are many such organizations. We are weak and try to avoid direct conflicts."
Liang Zhimo couldn't help but think of the group of people he met on the road before.
Is this called avoiding head-on conflict?
The sound of a car starting was heard from downstairs. Liang Yingsheng stood at the window to make sure the car was gone. He returned to the warehouse and collected the remaining boxes of rolling papers before leaving with Liang Zhimo.
Although there was an accident along the way, this operation was quite fruitful.
Almost as soon as I started the car, dozens of zombies suddenly poured out of the intersection. They smelled the breath of living people and rushed towards them one by one.
Liang Yingsheng didn't hesitate, stepped on the accelerator and drove straight through, forcing his way through the zombies.
The wheels of the RV were so big that the crushed zombies were instantly turned into pulp, and the ground was bloody and shocking.
"Fortunately, we retreated quickly, otherwise we would have finished playing."
Liang Zhimo was still frightened, so he took out half a piece of watermelon from the refrigerator and cut it thoughtfully. He picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to Liang Yingsheng's mouth. "At this rate, it will probably take two or three days to get to Pancheng."
There is no way, there are zombies everywhere, which greatly increases the difficulty of driving.
Liang Zhimo disliked the taste of the snail noodles he ate at night, and would not let Liang Yingsheng eat it whenever he was at home.
This time, Liang Yingsheng deliberately caused trouble and cooked two bowls while Liang Zhimo was watering the vegetable field. Under her power, Liang Zhimo was forced to take a bite.
As a result, I fell in love.
Not to mention, this stuff smells bad and tastes really good.
After eating and drinking, the siblings put on comfortable clothes and began to exercise. A lot of bamboo in the space was cut down.
Perhaps because of his high IQ, after the apocalypse began, Liang Zhimo not only studied medicine but also read books on architecture. He actually tried to build a simple bamboo house out of bamboo.
There were only three walls. Liang Yingsheng hung up the white gauze curtains that he had removed from the rental house, and it really looked like that.
She uses this bamboo house to store fitness equipment, treadmills, dumbbells, and boxing punching bags.
"Sister, didn't you say that there will be many natural disasters in the future? I want to make some medicated meals for each natural disaster and keep them for later use. It can repel cold, reduce heat, and nourish the stomach and remove dampness to prevent cirrhosis of the liver."
The last days are difficult, and it is not easy for humans to survive.
"Don't ask me these things, I know nothing about them."
Her head hurts when she sees Liang Zhimo's textbooks. People who study medicine and law are ruthless people.
Thanks to Tuo Liang Zhimo, there are a lot of Western medicines in the space. However, Western medicines are hard to find after the apocalypse. One pill is less than the next. Chinese medicines are not necessarily less effective than Western medicines, except that they have a slower effect.
Preparing Chinese medicine really needs to be put on the schedule.
"Nowadays, banknotes are worthless. Survivors are bartering for things. Medicinal materials are precious. See if there are any Chinese medicines that can replace the effects of Western medicines, such as anesthesia and pain relief. You can exchange them with others in the future."
She lacks a lot of things, and even if many things are as precious in the end of the world, they will be exchanged for things of equal value.