Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute

Chapter 162: Chapter 161: An Apocalyptic Life from Scratch (35)

After some upheaval, they had finally settled down, albeit temporarily.

One tent, four families.

Su Shu broke off a piece of bread, stuffed it into her mouth, and sat on the small stool by the bed. Using the empty space on the bed, she opened her notebook and checked the date.

She remembered that, in her previous life, a few days after the sun had suddenly disappeared, actually, the crops on the land had already been destroyed. The quality of the farmland soil had undergone subtle changes after being tested by professional organizations and personnel.

Such odd celestial phenomena not only affected the Asian region but also caused unavoidable serious impacts on all continents and oceans worldwide.

Prior affluent countries, with their government elites worried, were organizing people everywhere to solve severe problems; not to mention those places that were previously impoverished and lacked warm clothing, encountering such a disaster almost equated to an apocalypse.

Su Shu later heard that in those areas, there were corpses over thousands of miles, without exaggeration.

At that time, she was extremely grateful to be living in a country where agriculture was a key industry. No matter what, before the great disaster, the government had still shown some responsibility, seeking all capable individuals wholeheartedly to research new types of crops suitable for cultivation, and investing huge manpower and resources to improve the soil quality, all in order to find a new path of survival with everyone who managed to hold on.

Su Shu thought, no matter how hard it was, they must persevere until that day arrived.

If this time, it was also three or four days before the sun rose again, they would find that all the food had been destroyed.

The whole country would surely fall into a food crisis instantly, reliant only on the national reserves stored in various regions for emergencies.

But such earth-shattering news had not been immediately communicated to all citizens by the government–it was too dangerous.

In places like City C, just hit by the disaster and not yet responding, they were faced with a global food crisis. At least seven or eight provinces and dozens of cities and counties suffered various losses.

The rescue forces and material support for these areas were stretched thin, let alone the widespread issues from top to bottom.

She flipped through the date pages of her notebook. If her estimate was not wrong, in half a month, all basic support systems of the city would collapse, and survival within the city would be highly worrisome. If the allocation of resources and personnel encountered obstacles, the East City relocation site would have to be recombined.

The pressure of merging was immense. Among them, people who had poured into City C from all over couldn’t have their identities verified.

After dawn, the peripheries of City C would likely start to stir, and chaos would ensue. Su Shu knew that the armed forces in City C were capable of controlling this wave of turmoil.

However, it was not until after all the relocation sites in East City had merged and the largest conflict had erupted that the government officials came to their senses. They adopted the suggestions of the military high command and enforced martial law, sealing off all entrances and exits to City C.

After that, City C entered a special period of centralized control.

Yes, if she endured for just over half a month more, she would be able to start moving to a new, safer, and more convenient relocation site.

She closed her notebook and casually placed it into the space.

The sky outside was still dark and oppressively heavy, as bleak as the Apocalypse itself.

The hands on the watch were now pointing to twelve noon.

The sound of the broadcast announcing food distribution had already reached the relocation zone.

Su Shu picked up an aluminum lunchbox, prepared to go collect the meal to bring back. She heard that today they were distributing warm boiled sweet potatoes, something many people were looking forward to.

She was no exception. Xiao’ai had been following her for the past two days. Only on very rare occasions, when others weren’t looking, was she able to sneak some tasty morsels like a few pieces of melon or dates into Xiao’ai’s mouth. There were too many people, making it nearly impossible to have any personal space.