Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

That night, it was completely dark and the temperature had dropped considerably, so people went outside to stretch their legs.

Mo Chenchen also took her red bucket, intending to go to the well to queue up and fetch some water.

Before we even got there, we could hear arguing coming from there.

The voices were very familiar; weren't they the two neighbors who had just moved next door to her?

A loud-voiced woman shouted, "Queue up? What queue? My two kids want to wash up as soon as possible. It's so hot, they're covered in sweat. You're all grown up, fighting with kids like that, aren't you ashamed?"

The family on the left is more honest. The man was so angry that his face turned red, but he was a teacher, a cultured man, and used to being deep and composed. He would never argue with a shrew.

After struggling for a while, he finally managed to say, "How can you be so unreasonable? Everyone is in line, the water belongs to everyone, there has to be a first come, first served order."

His wife was also a teacher, gentle and quiet, and even more timid, so she tried her best to hide behind her husband.

The loud-voiced woman persisted, "First come, first served? What kind of world is this? Who cares about that anymore?"

At this moment, the woman's husband also came up, sticking his large belly forward: "What? Want to fight?"

The people queuing around remained silent and watched. Although some murmured their dissatisfaction, no one stepped forward to speak up, choosing to protect themselves.

Mo Chenchen watched coldly from the side; she wouldn't take the initiative to get involved.

She doesn't lack water; the reason she's standing here is to fit in and to listen to some news from the outside world.

Just as the man was about to make a move, the community management staff finally spoke up and stopped him.

A young and energetic-looking man stepped forward and scolded, "Stop talking! Well water is everywhere, anyone can get some. If you keep making a scene, nobody will get any water."

The community's management staff is a temporary group comprised of several relatively well-established families who have moved in, and they are responsible for maintaining basic order in the villa area.

His words still carried weight, and the couple could only grumble and swear as they returned to where they had been queuing.

The couple quickly filled the two buckets they were carrying and hurried home, thinking it was better to avoid trouble.

Mo Chenchen stood in the middle of the line, watching this farce unfold, feeling nothing at all.

It's only been a month since the apocalypse, how far is that? In the future, these kinds of things will just become as frequent and commonplace as eating a meal.

With resources becoming increasingly scarce, food, water, firewood, coal, clothing, and medicine are all in short supply.

The supplies in Qing City, namely food and water, have all been stockpiled by the government, the military, and the upper echelons. They have been preparing since the time of the strong winds.

Ordinary people like them are just straw dogs; power is a place where people can't resist it, no matter where they are.

News from the city spread as more and more people entered the villa area, and the situation was very bad.

According to official reports, the death toll from the heatwave has exceeded 3,000 and continues to climb, and this is just in Qingshi.

Moreover, as everyone knows, there's a shady practice where any reported figures are inflated, which gives you an idea of ​​just how brutal things are right now.

There are only three large supermarkets still open on the first floor in the city, selling the cheapest whole grain mineral water, and at an astonishing price: a bottle of mineral water that used to cost one yuan is now priced at ten thousand yuan.

As for the other shops, they have all closed, and all the monitoring systems have been paralyzed due to the high temperature.

The average daytime temperature is 55 degrees Celsius, and the nighttime temperature is also in the 40s.

Mo Chenchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, looking at the pitch-black city in the distance. She wanted to go shopping for free.

Let's do it! Opportunities like this don't come often. Let's see if there's anything we particularly like and buy it back. As social order collapses, these things will soon be taken away by the military and the upper echelons.

She pulled out a black, breathable tracksuit from her storage space, tied her hair into a high ponytail, put on a hat without a top, and wore a black face mask. Perfect.

She found everything she might need to get into the city, put it into her spatial storage in a place she knew, and finally took out a pistol, loaded it, and put it back into her spatial storage.

At one o'clock in the morning, the villa area fell asleep, with only the occasional noise from generators.

Mo Chenchen, like a shadow, silently scaled the back wall of the villa and disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

Mo Chenchen walked for a while before taking out the car. The road leading to the city was frighteningly empty, with only the occasional car speeding by. It seemed to be in a hurry, just like her, and was obviously going to the same place as her.

Upon entering the city, the scene became even more shocking.

Shops on both sides of the street were in disarray, broken glass was everywhere, and garbage was piled up like mountains, emitting a foul stench under the high temperature.

Some dark figures moved among the ruins; it was unclear whether they were stray animals or...people.

Mo Chenchen tried to avoid the main road, put the car away, and chose to walk, as the car was too conspicuous.

The first place Mo Chenchen went to was the largest bookstore in the city center. The gate had long been destroyed, and the inside was deserted.

She slipped inside, took out a flashlight from the space, and swept it across. The books inside were scattered all over the floor, trampled beyond recognition.

Clearly, this place had been looted many times before, and all valuable food and tools had been taken, but these books were ignored and were just waste paper to most people.

Mo Chenchen, however, regarded it as a treasure.

She acted quickly, specifically selecting books on agricultural planting, animal husbandry, traditional Chinese medicine, water conservancy projects, machinery repair, hand weaving, and even basic chemistry and physics.

She also collected some novels and essays, because in the long post-apocalyptic world, spiritual nourishment is equally important.

Wherever she went, rows and rows of bookshelves were emptied and stored in her space.

After leaving the bookstore, Mo Chenchen went to the busiest pedestrian street, where most of the shops were dilapidated.

Mo Chenchen went into several women's clothing stores and bought almost all the clothes inside, and then went to two men's clothing stores.

Her main goal was to collect practical, durable, and dirt-resistant work clothes, outdoor clothing, sportswear, as well as large quantities of cotton underwear, socks, and towels.

Down jackets and warm clothing are especially important; she knows what awaits her after the extreme heat.

Sizes don't matter, men, women, young and old are all welcome; these will be in high demand in the future. She deftly stripped the clothes off the mannequin, and boxes upon boxes of unopened goods disappeared from the warehouse.

Mo Chenchen took over several cosmetic stores, buying everything from the counters to the warehouses. There's no woman who doesn't love cosmetics, and she hadn't been able to afford them before, so she subconsciously ignored them when stockpiling supplies.

There must be some in the containers from the island nation, and in the things they bought back in a frenzy later on, but she hasn't sorted them out yet and doesn't know the quantity.

She didn't buy anything at the wholesale market either, because all the cosmetics there were fake, and she wouldn't dare use them.

Mo Chenchen personally smashed the locks of several beauty salons, sweeping away all the gift sets inside, and only stopped when she was satisfied.

She took over seven or eight bedding stores, three-dollar stores, ten-dollar stores, jewelry stores, and those kinds of general stores. They've been really popular lately, so she took over a few of those too.

The last target was the hotel supplies store, where you could find skewers, grills, lunch boxes, disposable bowls, chopsticks, tablecloths, napkins, barbecue knives, unopened cooking oil, and lots of seasonings like cumin, chili powder, and salt...

This street was filled with shops selling this and all sorts of plates and cups, and Mo Chenchen didn't miss out on any of them. She bought four or five of each kind, as she simply had no resistance to all kinds of cups and plates.

The biggest harvest this time was bamboo charcoal and wood charcoal in the warehouse. Mo Chenchen went into the warehouse of almost every household to collect them, and the initial estimate is that there are about 500,000 to 600,000 boxes.

Barbecue charcoal is something you buy in huge quantities, you don't make money if you buy too little, the more you buy, the more you make. It's not sold by retail, but rather by orders of 100 boxes or more.

Just as she was satisfied and planning to move on to another battlefield, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps and arguing on the street.

Mo Chenchen immediately hid back inside the shop, waiting for someone to come over before talking to them.

"Damn it! Another wasted trip! This lousy place has been scraped clean long ago!" a rough male voice cursed.

"Stop talking nonsense, go check out that convenience store up ahead! I heard someone found some cookies there yesterday..." another voice replied.

Several ragged men carrying sticks ran past the shop, but none of them glanced in their direction; they had already searched the entire place.

Once the crowd had run far away and completely disappeared, Mo Chenchen walked out of the shop. She checked her watch and saw that it was almost five o'clock; she had to go back.

On the way back, as the sky began to lighten, Mo Chenchen saw several people lying by the roadside, with mosquitoes and flies swarming around them.

Without even blinking, she stepped on the gas, and the car sped past.

When we returned to the villa area, it was already broad daylight, and the temperature began to rise rapidly.

She hid the car in a secluded spot, pretended to go for a morning run, then drove around the foot of the mountain to her villa. Only after opening the gate and entering the yard did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She took the car out of the garage and looked at her pathetic little car. She decided to go again that night and try to find two nicer cars.

I took a bath with essential oils, changed into a clean nightgown, and rolled onto the bed.

My body was exhausted, but my spirit was filled with a long-lost sense of excitement.

She turned on the TV, which was still playing on a loop high-temperature warning, energy and water conservation tips, and vaguely but clearly announcing that the apocalypse was coming and the specific recovery time was unknown.

She turned off the TV, took out a KFC breakfast from her spatial storage, and without getting up, just stayed there and finished eating it. She threw the trash into the spatial storage's trash can, turned off the TV, and went to sleep.