However, it seemed like there were quite a lot of supplies on the man’s assault boat.

These days, whoever has more supplies is the less safe.

Taking advantage of the blurry vision, she placed her hands behind her back, pulled out two backpacks from her space, then rowed toward them.

That figure, that height — except for 1801, no one else could be. Although wearing a raincoat and mask, she could be recognized at a glance.

No wonder Dou Dou was raised so fair and tender — turns out it was zero-cost shopping every day.

Fellow travelers, no need to feel awkward.

1801 also recognized the masked Jiang Ning and nodded to greet her in the pouring rain.

After securing the assault boat, he reached out to help.

Jiang Ning didn’t fuss, handed over the two waterproof backpacks, reached out for his help to pull herself up, then quietly tidied the inflatable boat.

No one said a word; carrying and lifting gently, they went upstairs.

1801 had many supplies, probably needing several trips; Jiang Ning helped carry two bags for him.

Back on the 18th floor, their eyes met briefly, then Jiang Ning decisively turned around, took out the key, and quietly opened the door.

She dropped the things, drank a bowl of hot brown sugar ginger soup, changed out of her wet clothes, and hurriedly showered and dried her hair.

Outside, dawn was breaking, and 1801 had finished moving the supplies. She wiped the water from the corridor and knocked on Zheng Weili’s door.

The two thought it was a thief and came out holding knives.

Jiang Ning handed over 2,000 yuan, lowering her voice, “The typhoon has passed. You should quietly leave early, don’t let others find out. The supermarket on the slope in the university town has four floors; its elevation is relatively high and probably hasn’t flooded yet.

I remember the owner’s family lives in the supermarket, they might open. Don’t worry about the prices, buy whatever filling food you can.”

On the way back, she deliberately took a detour and saw from afar that the supermarket’s lights were on, with several assault boats parked outside.

This disaster was unforeseen — both the supermarket and wholesale markets were flooded, and it’s very likely the state’s grain reserves in the city were underwater too.

Almost all the food was submerged; even if the military and government wanted to rescue, it was like a clever housewife with no rice to cook.

So there was basically no rescue.

Outside, chaos quickly broke out, with looting and fighting everywhere just to survive by grabbing food.

Jiang Ning remembered clearly that in her previous life, this supermarket was taken over by the government, opening early with rationing, and citizens could buy with cash on a first-come, first-served basis.

In the era of electronic payments, who still used cash? How many would have withdrawn cash before the typhoon?

So those without money who wanted to live had no choice but to resort to violence to loot.

The police carried guns, but who really dared to shoot starving citizens? How many bullets did they have anyway?

People were everywhere; the police didn’t want to commit crimes either. But lots of money was just numbers in banks or on payment apps — they couldn’t get their hands on it!

Jiang Ning only heard the news in the afternoon: someone had swum to the supermarket with a plastic bucket, but everything was looted clean. There were shocking bloodstains on the ground and walls.

Zheng Weili snapped out of it, “The supermarket can really open?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s better than waiting,” Jiang Ning urged, “You should go early. If they wake up and come to their senses, there won’t be anything left for you.”

Zheng Weili was half-awake. She changed clothes with Lu Yu and said, “An Ning, let’s go together.”

“I still have a bag of rice at home, so I won’t go this time,” Jiang Ning made an excuse. “Besides, if we all go, what if we get robbed? You spend the money, buy more, and share some with me later.”

“Yes, let’s go quickly and come back quickly.”

Zheng Weili was confused but couldn’t refuse since An Ning was paying. “Consider the money a loan; if we get anything, we split it half.”

“Bring self-defense tools, be careful.”

It was almost daylight, and Jiang Ning hurried them downstairs.

She already warned them — how much they could loot depended on their luck.

Locking the door behind them, Jiang Ning didn’t rest but started organizing the packed space.

The solar power storage boxes stayed in the space; other parts were moved to the big room in the rental apartment.

She dumped out a large pile of supplies sent from the supermarket, removed bulky packaging to save space, then sorted and sealed them in large plastic bags or cardboard boxes.

Important supplies stayed in the space; snacks and nonessentials were placed in the rental room, freeing up dozens of cubic meters.

Jiang Ning turned into a compression genius, focusing on organizing over a hundred cubic meters of precious supplies.

She didn’t know how long they’d last, but these supplies should be enough until her natural death. Yet who knew what the future would bring?

Given the chance, who wouldn’t want to live better, with richer food and fun?

It’s always wise to prepare for a rainy day.

The ruthless Jiang Ning even didn’t spare the RV, filling it up with a batch of essential supplies.

Time flew by; by 9 a.m. the downstairs was unusually lively.

The typhoon stopped, but the rain grew heavier.

The threat lessened, so the young and able swam or floated out — some with buckets or basins, some wearing life rings, some carrying wooden boards.

Fengcheng was a southern land of fish and rice. Although industrial development was rapid in recent decades, the suburbs still had many mulberry fish ponds with water networks everywhere, and many local villagers had wooden boats.

Some rowed wooden boats into the residential area to find long-lost family or relatives; some villagers even carried dragon boats from ancestral halls, forming groups to look for people or supplies.

Inflatable boats and assault boats existed but were very rare. After all, this wasn’t a water city; who would normally keep such things at home?

Jiang Ning kept track of time, standing on the balcony watching the neighborhood, occasionally looking for Zheng Weili and Lu Yu.

About half an hour later, the familiar color of an inflatable boat appeared, loaded with supplies.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, several men suddenly swam out from Building 3, heading straight for the inflatable boat.

They moved fast, but the two reacted quickly — Lu Yu rowed desperately, and Zheng Weili raised the paddle to hit their heads.

Jiang Ning took out a knife and stepped out, but at the same time, 1801’s door opened.

Huo Yishen, dressed in casual clothes, wore his usual indifferent expression. “I’ll go with you.”

Many people had their eyes on the 18th floor; everyone understood that if one fell, the others would be in danger too.

Jiang Ning didn’t refuse. The two hurried downstairs.

The water had already flooded up to the fourth floor. Many people gathered at the stairwell, wanting to find a way out.

Watching Zheng Weili’s inflatable boat approach, especially with supplies that could keep people alive,

One by one, their eyes were full of resentment and anger, even hatred and schadenfreude, watching the two being robbed…