Natural Disaster: I Started By Hoarding Tens Of Billions Of Supplies Chapter 323: The Fog (1)



In the evening, Yao Ran finished her daily training in the water storage room and greenhouses. After dinner, she returned to her bedroom and entered her space to harvest crops. Since there was no longer a ti limit for how long she could stay in the space, Yao Ran spent a long ti harvesting the grains.

When she finished harvesting the grains, Yao Ran went to check on her animals, only to find that their numbers had multiplied again. She had already expanded the animal husbandry area several tis, but after the last upgrade, the animals suddenly grew up, and it beca too crowded.

Her warehouse already contained more fresh at than she and her friends could consu for a few lifetis, even if they ate at at every al, so she didn't plan to butcher any more animals.

Looking at the plump and lively animals, Yao Ran sighed helplessly and muttered, "I should find a way to sell them. Maybe Yuan Rihui or Ling Yi can help solve this matter."

After making up her mind, she teleported to the villa, took a bath, and exited the space. Once back in her bedroom, Yao Ran slumped onto her bed and fell asleep the mont her head touched the pillow.

It took Yao Ran three days to enlarge the animal husbandry area and fish pond, harvest fruits from the orchard, harvest so dicinal herbs from the herb garden, pick mushrooms from the forest, and harvest the remaining grains and vegetables from the farmland.

On the fourth night, when most people were asleep, the clear night sky began to cloud over with a thin fog. The mutant animals grew restless, and the deford monsters beca more active. As the fog thickened, the once-clear night sky turned blurry.

By dawn, most of the survivors living in Juncheng Military Base were waking up, ready to begin their daily routines.

In the slums, a man in his late twenties woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the dense fog shrouding his small tent.

"Cough, cough!" Before he could gather his thoughts, he began coughing violently.

Choked by the fog, he quickly grabbed an old scarf from beside his backpack and used it to cover his nose and mouth. After securing the scarf, he cautiously lifted the cloth that served as his door.

What he saw outside left him stunned. Everything was blanketed in thick gray fog, limiting visibility to only about two ters.

As a survivor who could survive at the end of the world for more than a year, the man wasn't naive. He quickly realized that the promised two months of peace had ended prematurely and that a new disaster had arrived silently.

"Cough!" The man coughed again before lowering the cloth.

Going outside into the dense fog without any information, compass, or map was reckless and too dangerous. Sitting on the floor, which was lined with cardboard, he began checking his remaining supplies inside his backpack.

After counting several tis, he reluctantly accepted that he had enough food for only four days—if he restricted himself to one al a day. As he worried about how to find more food, he suddenly heard soone calling his na from outside.

"Brother Chen, are you awake?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Zizhen quickly lifted the cloth and looked out. When he saw the thin woman standing there, he asked, "Why are you here?"

The woman clenched the rope in her hand tightly and said, "Brother Chen, everyone's worried and anxious because of the fog. We don't know what to do, so they asked to co and talk to you about what to do."

Chen Zizhen looked at her with concern and said, "Quick, co in and talk."

The woman nodded, bent down, and entered the tent. The tent was small, and with her inside, it felt even more cramped.

Noticing the rope in her hand, Chen Zizhen said, "It's dangerous to walk through the fog. You shouldn't have co."

The woman, though younger than him, looked far older due to malnutrition, a weakened immune system, and prolonged starvation. She had lost so of her teeth and hair, evidence of the harsh conditions they lived in.

Clutching the rope tightly, she said anxiously, "Brother Chen, the fog is very thick, and we can't go out to work. How much food and water do you have left?"

Chen Zizhen was silent for a mont before replying, "I have enough food to last four days, but my water will only last for two days."

After answering her question, he asked, "What about you?"

The woman lowered her eyes and remained silent. Her silence told Chen Zizhen everything he needed to know-she had no food or water left. This was a common situation in their group, or more accurately, every survivor living in the slum.

Although Chen Zizhen was considered the leader of their group, each person was still responsible for gathering their own supplies. All he could do was organize them and manage so aspects of their life so they could survive longer.

After a long pause, the woman looked up and asked, "Brother Chen, is there still no news about the woman and man?"

Chen Zizhen shook his head and sighed, "I only rember their voices. When they saved us, their faces were covered, and it was nightti. I couldn't even see their eyes, let alone their faces. Without any information about them, it's impossible to find them."

Hearing this, the woman's eyes dimd, and she fell into silence. Just as Chen Zizhen was about to speak again, she suddenly began coughing violently.

"Cough! Cough!"

Startled by the intensity of her cough, Chen Zizhen hurriedly patted her back and asked, "Are you alright?"

The woman shook her head to tell him that she was fine but couldn't stop coughing. "Cough! Cough!"

Seeing her worsening condition, Chen Zizhen clenched his jaw and grabbed the half-empty bottle of water from his backpack.