Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 133

The exchange supply point would surely deduct points if there was mud.

With a wave of her hand, mountains of wet wood obtained from cleaning debris appeared.

Nanzhi stacked them neatly in the corner to dry.

Once they dried, she could sell them to the base for jades to survivors for little points.

Firewood would sell like hotcakes in winter.

The chicken felt a pat on its head as an ominous presence drew closer.

It shrank its head.

It heard the corn kernel provider ask in a calculating tone, "Aren’t you sad staying here alone every day?"

Chicken (internally): Lonely? Sad? Absolutely! Being pampered with corn isn’t enough. I’m a social creature!

"Do you want me to have your friends accompany you here? If they come, you’ll be able to play all day."

The chicken tilted its head, showing signs of listening.

Chicken (thinking): My friends? Play all day? Hmm… sounds good… but what’s the catch?

"Together with your friends, lounging in a bed of hay, basking under the clear sky, playing tag, pecking around, and throwing a kernel party every night?"

Nanzhi’s words were like a charm spell.

The chicken’s wings drooped as it seemed lost in a dream.

Chicken (dreamily): Tag? Kernel party? Every night?! This… this is the life I deserve!

"This place isn’t like outside, where you always have to hide from predators and painstakingly search for food. Here, you just need to lay eggs."

The chicken finally moved its head and pointed its wings toward the spot where its friends usually nested.

Chicken (betraying without hesitation): Yes! Get them here. Sacrifice the flock, I want the dream life now!

Nanzhi: He he.

An ominous smile tugged at her lips.

Half an hour later, three more white chickens joined the safe zone.

The white chicken cackled menacingly at the newcomers:

"Hi! I was getting lonely here, so I had my Master Kernel bring you!"

The three white chickens, realizing the betrayal:

"..."

Chickens (thinking): They had been caught in their hidden nests—definitely an inside job!

Their suspicions were confirmed.

Nanzhi tossed kernels to the chickens, halting a potential brawl.

The white chicken (relieved): Phew! Food makes everything better. Friendship restored!

She packed up her things again.

The snow in the thirty buckets had already melted by a quarter.

This snow was taken from the frozen lake in the plant conservatory, where it was cleaner.

"System, there won’t be any problems if I wash here, right?"

Or did she need to construct a drainage system?

Before, it was just bathing, so she hadn’t considered it much.

[The safe zone in the Daily Dungeon has a cleaning function. No matter how much water you pour, it stays dry.]

That’s good!

However, Nanzhi still built a simple ditch to let the water flow out of the safe zone.

She could wash the rolls of textiles here with ease.

Before leaving the Daily Dungeon, Nanzhi waved at the chickens, "Look after our little backyard while I’m gone!"

She used the remaining time in the Game Lobby Reset to take out the generator and a fully automatic commercial rice milling machine.

The machine roared noisily as it dehusked and polished rice.

Nanzhi mixed it with rice she had bought from the stores before resealing it.

The rice from the Virtual Farm was outstanding on its own.

She thawed the ice and drove the vehicles, including the ambulance, one by one outside the base where no soldiers were stationed, then stored them in her space.

Military vehicles were also coming and going, bringing survivors and looted supplies.

Others shoveled the meter-deep snow, making her actions less noticeable.

Beyond the walls, the world was a wasteland of broken highways, buried vehicles, buildings and skeletal trees clawing at the sky.

Nanzhi scanned the outlines of shops and entered one.

Two hours later, at the exchange supply point, the person in charge stared at the truck filled with cotton and winter clothing fabric.

Though slightly dirty with mud and marked by small tears, the items were still usable.

"I found these in a shop outside with my team. We’d like to exchange them. How many points will they earn?"

The staff gulped and nodded.

"Is there any way to get an anonymous points card?" Nanzhi asked in the midst.

Because this was a big transaction, the staff was accommodating.

"Yes! But an anonymous points card requires a fee—we’ll have to charge at least 3% of the total points of the transaction."

Nanzhi agreed. The 3% must be like privilege tax.

The staff quickly processed it.

Half an hour later, Nanzhi left the exchange supply point with a 1,000-point card.

The sky brightened slightly.

Yu Baoyin, eagerly waiting at the job reception desk, was thrilled when she heard they were hiring again.

"Sister Nan! Sister Nan! I got the job!"

Nanzhi smiled, happy for her.

Suddenly, the person standing next to them began to sway.

Nanzhi caught the middle-aged man before he collapsed to the floor.

Before long, the Mission Hall descended into chaos as several survivors fainted.