The Beginning of Natural Disaster, I Won by Hoarding Tens of Billions of Supplies

Chapter 232: Reconstruction Plan

Facing his sister’s confusion, Huo Yishen explained, “The sun is covered by dark clouds.” 

The lightning during the apocalypse was extraordinary. For safety reasons, Jiang Ning didn’t even use solar-powered lamps. Instead, she took out an oil lamp from her space and lit it. 

The light was dim and yellow, but it was still a source of illumination in the darkness. 

Doudou curiously asked, “Sister-in-law, what is this?” 

This was a relic from an ancient era. Jiang Ning told her about the hard times her grandmother’s generation had gone through. 

Outside, dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning flashed and thundered. Inside, the candlelight flickered, casting shadows that overlapped. 

Doudou snuggled in Jiang Ning’s arms, while the dog, frightened by the thunder, tried to burrow into the trainer’s embrace, whimpering, “Whimper, whimper…” 

The little puppy monopolized its handler. 

The thunderstorm lasted for half an hour. As the thick clouds dispersed, the light quickly reappeared, but the heavy rain continued unabated. 

The temperature of the rainwater dropped; it was no longer scalding hot but rather refreshingly cool. 

The siblings continued collecting water. The dog frolicked in the rain, almost making Jiang Ning regret owning it. 

The refugees in the shelter had few belongings. Driven mad by thirst, they rushed into the rain, tilting their heads back to drink desperately and washing their filthy bodies. “It’s raining, finally it’s raining.” 

Some laughed, some cried, and some spun around in the rain, appearing almost delirious. 

Doudou squatted by the planting pots, her little face full of worry. “Sister-in-law, will the sweet potato seedlings survive?” 

“They should be fine. We’ll know by tomorrow.” 

The initial rain was indeed hot, but with the shade from the canopy, they shouldn’t have been scalded to death. 

The problem was that as soon as the rain stopped, the heat from the ground began to rise again, creating a sauna-like atmosphere. 

The stifling heat made everyone feel uncomfortable. 

Back in the room, they turned on the air conditioning. 

Just as they were about to rest with the lights off, Huo Yishen leaned over, “Did you get burned?” 

Jiang Ning touched her face, “No, the redness has already faded.” 

The next day, the scorching sun was back and it’s shining brightly. 

Jiang Ning stayed at home, while Huo Yishen took his sister to class. The dog went downstairs for a run, circled the Olympic Garden more than twenty times, and even climbed a tree to help Xiao Ming catch a runaway red-eyed rat. It almost got bitten to death. 

By noon, the siblings returned with the dog. 

Huo Yishen washed his hands before eating, “Anning, it doesn’t seem as hot today.” 

“Really?” Jiang Ning, dressed in temperature-controlled clothing and enjoying the air conditioning, hadn’t noticed. 

At first, Huo Yishen didn’t notice either, but the dog’s reaction was more obvious—its tongue wasn’t hanging out as much. 

Jiang Ning took a thermometer to the balcony to measure the temperature: 58 degrees. 

It had indeed dropped, even if only by 2 degrees. 

It’s normal for the temperature to drop a bit after a heavy rain. 

In the evening, a thoroughly exhausted Jiang Ning took a bucket and went downstairs. 

After the heavy rain, the groundwater level had risen significantly, and the well water was flowing continuously, now in unlimited supply. 

So, Jiang Ning made several trips. 

At the refugee camp, those who lacked water storage containers were given pots and pans collected during the earthquake rescue efforts by He Tianming. 

Several iron buckets had been flattened, but they were still usable after being pounded back into shape. 

The temperature continued to drop by about one or two degrees daily. 

When it dropped to 55 degrees, the survivors, who had been suffering in the 60-degree heat, felt much more comfortable. 

Human resilience is truly remarkable. They miraculously persevered, and with several days of ample water supply, their health improved significantly. 

Some even formed teams to go out and collect supplies from nearby collapsed buildings or villages, bringing back clothes and dishes. 

The high temperatures persisted, but the water level didn’t drop as noticeably as before. The authorities reorganized teams to drill wells, marking the end of the major project to transport water from Huicheng. 

The Earthquake Disaster Relief Has Come to an End 

The municipal government has announced a new direction in city planning and informed all citizens about the city’s reconstruction. 

After thorough investigation and exploration, it was found that Wangwan in Fengcheng was the least affected by the earthquake and would become the new urban area of Fengcheng. 

Wangwan is near Yuecheng, about forty kilometers from the old city, and is a semi-developed remote district. 

Jiang Ning was curious, “Is Wangwan the new the city area?” 

In her previous life, she had heard about the reconstruction plan, but the project hadn’t started before she met her tragic end. 

Huo Yishen nodded, “Yes, it is the new city area, but its scale is less than one-fifth of the old city. However, it is close to the new city area of Yuecheng, making them essentially part of the same city and able to support each other.” 

One-fifth? That’s actually not too bad. 

After three years of natural and man-made disasters, less than thirty percent of the population survived, and many had gone to the base. 

But even so, not everyone would qualify to settle in the new city area. 

Currently, the government has only announced the reconstruction and is urging survivors to collect building materials in exchange for points. These points can be used to buy food and, once accumulated, can be used to purchase housing. 

However, the required materials and corresponding points have not yet been announced. 

At the same time, the Agricultural Research Institute is recruiting extensively again. They want to prioritize the homeless refugees. 

Do not underestimate the Agricultural Research Institute. They had been working tirelessly on indoor and outdoor planting and they managed to accumulate a significant amount of food, especially dried vegetables. 

The daily food rations for the refugees were thanks to their efforts. 

Prioritizing their recruitment not only solved employment issues but also addressed potential public safety concerns. 

If these people had nothing to do, they would eventually become a societal threat. 

For other survivors, the Agricultural Research Institute issued a call to action, warning that the global environment would continue to be chaotic and the recovery period would be long. Humanity needed to prepare for a very long struggle. 

Typhoons, floods, extreme cold and heat, earthquakes, and possibly acid rain or alkalization in the future—under limited conditions, as much food as possible needed to be stored to withstand unpredictable natural disasters. 

In simpler terms, it meant farming and hoarding food. 

The Agricultural Research Institute promised to distribute seeds to the survivors as soon as possible. 

Jiang Ning guessed that there might be a shortage of seeds. 

After the earthquake, there would be a few months of relatively peaceful times, with normal seasonal weather. 

She asked Huo Yishen, “What’s next?” 

“Two years of continuous daylight, three years of continuous night, then smog, acid rain…” 

Jiang Ning couldn’t help but feel relieved, “Continuous daylight isn’t too bad. The light can speed up crop growth, giving survivors a two-year respite.” 

Unexpectedly, Huo Yishen’s expression was off. 

“What’s wrong?” Could continuous daylight still cause trouble? 

“During continuous daylight, the four seasons are too distinct. The heat can reach up to forty degrees Celsius, and the cold can drop to below ten degrees at night.” 

Jiang Ning felt it was manageable, as humanity had already endured extreme cold and heat, and human adaptability had improved. 

“It’s four distinct seasons within a single day.” 

Jiang Ning, with her limited experience, was stunned. 

Alright, her experience was too little, which made her naive. 

So, she needed to cherish the upcoming months of peaceful times. 

Huo Yishen reminded her, “The smog contains bacteria and weak acid corrosion. Many people got sick because of it. They cough up pieces of their liver and lungs.” 

The thought of spitting out pieces of liver and lungs made Jiang Ning shiver, “Is there any medicine?” 

“It was only developed much later, and traditional Chinese medicine takes a long time to work.” 

“Do you know what medicine to use?” 

Huo Yishen was not a researcher, so he wasn’t sure about the specific formula. However, they had once gone to deep mountains and forests to find medicine and knew that there’s two types. 

“Do you still remember?” 

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