Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute-Chapter 237 - 236 Dont Sleep Get Up and Party (5)
Chapter 237: Chapter 236: Don’t Sleep, Get Up and Party! (5)
Chapter 237: Chapter 236: Don’t Sleep, Get Up and Party! (5)
Summer brought frequent rains, streaming continuously for three days, first heavily, then lightly, until finally, it came to a halt.
The sun pierced through the clouds, radiating brilliant beams of light, and the wet woods appeared as if they had just emerged from the water, carrying the unique scent of the lone mountain.
During those days, the temperature dropped and many people in the safety zone caught colds and were transferred to the hospital in the safety zone. The doctors and nurses were very busy, but being busy wasn’t the big problem, the issue was the medicine supplies were visibly plummeting.
Medicine wasn’t supplied without limit; everyone had a fixed quota, and once it was used up, they had to pay out of their own pocket to purchase more.
After the Apocalypse, paper money was akin to waste paper. Initially, many people were confident that the disaster would pass quickly, but as time went on, that confidence had completely dissipated.
The establishment of the safety zone was clearly a series of measures taken by the government for long-term survival, which made many who had initially been reluctant to exchange money for food regret their decision.
In the meantime, there were loads of complaints about the matter.
In the safety zone, the concept of currency no longer existed, replaced by name tags registered for each individual.
These name tags were different from the blue paper cards of the past; they were specially manufactured and issued by the government. Every person registered in the safety zone had one, and aside from newborns and minors having different colored tags, the colors also differed among the major safety zones for easier management.
For example, in the A-zone where Tang Zelin was stationed, which included five living areas, they all used a unified sky-blue color. B-zone, where Pang Tong from the next-door 209 Group resided, had a unified orange color, and the same went for other living areas in C City.
All children, including newborns, received red name tags, and newborns under ten months wore red allergy-proof bracelets.
Everyone used their own name tags to collect their allocated supplies.
Eventually, it evolved into a special proof of identity that was used in any situation within a living area that required a name tag.
Medicine was considered a special supply.
Yet, the improvement of diseases varied from person to person.
Some could recover with just one pill, while others might not even see improvement after an entire box of medicine.
The mountains suddenly became lively, with some people asking around to borrow the unused medicine quotas of the healthy in exchange for compensation, usually in the form of food.
And even more people, after the heavy rain stopped, were clamoring to go into the mountains to pick mushrooms.
C City, with its mountains and rivers, has never been a stranger to foraging, and there were many who knew how to do it.
Su Shu didn’t know how before, but after living through the Apocalypse in her previous life, she was able to handle foraging in the mountains and rivers.
During the persistent drizzle, she had already thought about mushroom picking once the rain stopped. The Luo Family and Ge Family at the foot of the mountain had the same idea.
The three families quickly agreed on the plan and prepared their bags, ready to go into the mountains once the rain ceased.
In fact, Su Shu’s space had a stock of mushrooms, but to avoid drawing attention, she would join the others in the mountains. Who would complain about having too much food?
This was perfect since picking mushrooms wasn’t dangerous, nor would they venture deep into the back mountains. She could take Xiao’ai along for an “Apocalyptic field trip”.
When Xiao’ai found out she could join the mushroom picking, her eyes sparkled, and her face lit up with joy.
Before Su Shu even finished the safety instructions, Xiao’ai turned, emptied her little yellow duck backpack, and poked around inside, signaling to Su Shu to take a look.
Her gestures clearly said, “Look, I can fill up a little backpack”.
Unable to help but chuckle, Su Shu walked over, repacked the items into the little backpack, and set it aside.
“Xiao’ai, the mushrooms we’ll pick can be quite dirty. If we use this, your backpack will get ruined. Don’t worry, your aunt has prepared another bag for you, we won’t need this one.”
Xiao’ai looked up at her for a moment, then stretched out her small hand.
Give it to me.
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With no other choice, Su Shu laughed and handed her a small fabric pouch. “Use this one.”
Xiao’ai looked down at it, her delicate brows slightly furrowed in aversion. She then turned back to her little yellow duck backpack.
It seemed… wearing the little yellow duck backpack while picking mushrooms would be more stylish…
