Rebirth: I Have Doomsday Supermarket

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  Hua Mi is stewing pork rib soup in her hand, as if unwilling to go.

  She has to go to the caravan storage to put the mat in a while.

  There are too many mats, and the longer they grow, the faster they mature.

  Now the mat grass matures at a rate that catches up with the growth rate of oranges.

  With so many mats, they can only desperately empty them. Now, behind the RV supermarket, not only are there a lot of mats piled up, but there are also straw mats, mat hats, straw shoes, and straw ropes that Ye Rong asked someone to weave with mats.

  These straw ropes are good things. Several straw mats are woven into strips of straw ropes. Add some water and the ropes will not burn when burned. There will be constant friction. More than a dozen men can pull the ropes in a tug of war.

  This kind of straw rope can be used to weave into straw frames, and can also be used to bundle supplies.

  Even, Ye Rong said, they plan to use straw mats to build some thatched houses.
 
 Anyway, as long as you think about it carefully, mat grass can be used in quite a lot of ways.

  Ye Rong came over, took the spoon from Hua Mi's hand, and said ambiguously, "Come on, leave this to me, you go."

  What are you doing? Hua Mi looked at Ye Rong as if telling her, are you his assistant?

  Ye Rong winked at Hua Mi again, as if she knew everything.

  Slowly, Hua Mi reluctantly climbed out of the caravan, walked up to Gong Yi, "Where are you going?"

  "You'll know when you get there. I won't sell you anyway."

  Gong Yi tilted his head and motioned for Hua Mi to get in the car.

  When he returned to Xiangcheng, he drove an ordinary garrison jeep.

  As they walked forward, they saw survivors protesting on both sides of the street.

  Because there was no free food distributed, many survivors went to the usual distribution point to protest against the cancellation of their free food by the Xiangcheng garrison.

  It was raining heavily, and there were still workers recruited by the people everywhere in the streets and lanes, pumping jelly water with pumps and condoms.

  It is really because of these people who work in 24-hour shifts that Xiangcheng has not yet been submerged in jelly water.

  Seeing Gong Yi's car approaching, the voices of people protesting on the side of the road grew louder. Many radical people even threw stones at Gong Yi's garrison jeep.

  Those who attempted to make a surprise attack by force were quickly controlled by the garrison, and they were dragged directly into a truck, and when they gathered a truck, they were thrown out of the city.

  Sitting in Gong Yi's passenger seat, Hua Mi turned her head to look at the protesting survivors on the street, curled her lips,

  "These people are not cute."

  Then she looked at the hard-working survivors pumping jelly water in the streets and alleys, " These people are cute."

  Seeing her like this, Gong Yi couldn't help laughing, he raised his hand, put it on top of Hua Mi's head, turned her head around, "Don't look at it. Now that you've done it, there will be different voices. Why are you thinking so much?"

  Hua Mi raised her hand and pushed Gong Yi's hand away. Gong Yi held her hand with his backhand and pulled her hand silently. .

  Hua Mi shook Gong Yi's hand away vigorously, and asked with a frown, "Where are you taking me?"