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Chapter 1249 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (13)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (130)

There are quite a few different kinds of things in these jars. In the first jar, Song Ning made pickled radishes.

Among their previous bumper harvest were a batch of radishes of quite good quality, and he kept a lot of them, enough to make an entire jar.

The taste was sweet and sour, and Song Ning had to go to great lengths to get the vinegar and sugar. Salt was relatively easy to obtain, but vinegar and sugar were really difficult to get these days.

Fortunately, no matter what, he still managed to get the switch.

Song Ning briefly checked the outer seal and, after confirming there were no problems, put the jar down.

This jar of food won't be ready to eat for about another week, so there's no rush.

He also inspected the other jars one by one, especially one jar that was full of pickled vegetables made with chili peppers. When it was made, chili peppers were not priced like they are now. Now, the price of a small handful of chili peppers has been driven up to astronomical levels in the trade. Song Ning felt like he was holding gold when he picked up this jar.

It's not the right time to eat these chili peppers yet, and most importantly, he can't eat them right now.

The thought of never being able to eat such delicious chili peppers made Song Ning sigh, and she put the jar back.

The doorway was immediately patted by the big cat's tail. Song Ning suppressed a laugh and said, "It's nothing, I just want to eat some chili peppers."

I was initially worried that his big cat would immediately stay in a guard position and not make a move.

Song Ning also understood, and felt both amused and helpless.

What else can be done?

Once he recovers, he'll be able to eat it again; for now, this is all we can do.

After checking the food inside the jar, Song Ning put the jar back, half expectantly.

In a few days, the contents of these jars will be ready to eat. Although he needs to avoid spicy food now, it's not like he can't eat anything at all. After all, given the current situation, eating and sleeping more are the most precious things in the apocalypse.

After checking all the food in the store, Song Ning then inspected the entire interior of the house.

Upon inspection, there were indeed some areas that appeared to have been damp. However, since the fresh air system was installed later, the entire room has been kept in a state of dehumidification and drainage, so overall it was fine and did not cause any irreparable damage to the house.

He maintained a pattern of stopping to rest every now and then, occasionally drinking some warm water as reminded by the big cat, before continuing to busy himself with household chores.

At first, Lance would pay more attention, but once he was sure that Song Ning cherished his health and wouldn't do anything reckless, he began to concentrate on his own affairs.

The base is under martial law.

He only learned this news when he came to Farm No. 1. There weren't many people living on the outskirts of the base. Besides them and Tang Wei, there were originally three other households, but after one of them died not long ago, there were only four households left.

"The recent dense fog has caused a lot of inconvenience to everyone. We were thinking that your neighbor would pass this message on to you when he came on patrol, but we didn't expect you to arrive before him."

Upon receiving the message that someone from Farm No. 1 had arrived, Captain Man personally came over to explain.

She wasn't too surprised that Hei Bai didn't come to patrol without prior notice. In fact, she was somewhat relieved that there were still some smart people among them. After the dense fog broke out these past two days, several patrolmen who had traveled a long way had fallen and gotten into minor injuries, some big and some small, which was really giving her a headache.

She looked a bit haggard, and her condition seemed worse now compared to when she was in the cold winter.

His hair was deliberately cut even shorter, barely covering his scalp. A hat was simply pulled down to block out the moisture. The dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. There were mud marks on his face, neck, and arms. His clothes didn't look very good either. His overall condition showed the predicament the base was currently facing.

Lance glanced at her, then turned and went inside.

What's going on here?

Could it be that they notified him late, and even this usually emotionless person got a little angry?

As Captain Man was thinking, Lance came out and handed him a cup of hot water and a clean towel.

"I received the notification. I will pass it on when I get back. Thank you."

He nodded after speaking and returned to the farm indifferently as always.

Captain Man: "..."

She hadn't realized that this person, whom she thought looked down on everyone except Song Ning, actually had a bit of humanity.

Since she couldn't refuse to return the items, she simply accepted them.

After taking a sip of hot water, she felt a little more relaxed and comfortable, and even her body, which hadn't slept for two days, seemed to feel lighter.

He casually draped a towel over his head and wiped himself, then wiped his face and arms. Only then did Captain Man realize how dirty he was.

She was unusually speechless as she looked at the dusty, gray towel, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Ha ha ha ha."

So she's been running around outside in this outfit for the past two days? No wonder even this guy couldn't stand it anymore and came to bring her a towel.

However, never mind, it's more important to settle down the base as soon as possible.

After finishing his water, Captain Man placed the cup and towel directly at the door, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination.

She put on her hat and hurriedly stepped back into the fog.

The mystery of the fog shrouded every survivor. From the arrival of spring to the onset of the fog, the survivors' mood gradually shifted from initial anticipation and excitement to a somber one.

The ground was arched open, the muddy road surface made countless people slip, and the dense fog with extremely low visibility made it impossible for survivors to walk. Even though they had specially found things like wooden sticks to help them walk, the damned weather still forced many people to stay at home for the time being.

After all, staying at home means you can survive temporarily on the food you've stored, but going out could easily lead to illness because of this awful weather, which would be a real loss.

However, this situation is still far from ideal. No survivor wants to be truly idle. In the apocalypse, being busy represents hope and tomorrow, while laziness and leisure are synonymous with death and the abyss.

Song Ning also listened to a lot of broadcasts about the recent situation, especially the base's continuous recruitment efforts these past two days. It was clear that the base wanted to develop a suitable countermeasure against the foggy weather, but so far there was still no good news.

He inexplicably became restless following the broadcast, especially as the fog grew thicker and thicker. Every day when he saw Lance off, the anxiety on his face became increasingly difficult to hide.

That morning, as he hesitated whether to stop Lance from leaving, Lance, standing in front of the door, suddenly asked him, "Ningning, I might have a way to solve the foggy weather problem."