4: Chapter 4 Stockpiling Supplies 2

When Song Meimei saw the balance in her phone, she was grinning from ear to ear. Without even waiting for Ye Qingqing to speak, Song Meimei took the initiative.

"Do you still need meat? Pork, beef, chicken, duck, goose—I have connections with farms. I guarantee everything is fresh."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingqing's gaze towards Song Meimei changed. This wasn't just a wholesale vendor; this was a well-connected insider who had everything!

"Yes! I want all kinds of meat!"

Fifty pigs, five hundred cows, five hundred sheep, and five hundred each of chickens, ducks, and geese. She also ordered rabbits, fish, bullfrogs, and even crayfish—everything available.

Plus, all sorts of seafood, eggs, and even milk—Song Meimei had it all in stock.

After the purchase, Ye Qingqing suddenly remembered something and looked at Song Meimei.

"Oh, right. Do you have seeds?"

When Song Meimei looked at Ye Qingqing, she felt like she was looking at some kind of tycoon.

With this massive order, Song Meimei could practically declare this year a vacation and go travel!

So, with a beaming smile, she looked at Ye Qingqing: "Seeds? What's the big deal? What kind of seeds do you want? I'll give them to you for free!"

Buying things was exhilarating. Paying for them, however...

Ye Qingqing looked at the 200,000 yuan she had just handed over and felt a pang of heartache.

But money in the Post-Apocalyptic World would be worthless paper anyway. Better to spend it now on supplies than waste it later.

Still, adhering to the mindset of saving wherever possible, Ye Qingqing blinked at Song Meimei. "All kinds of seeds."

For a moment, Song Meimei didn't quite process what Ye Qingqing had said.

But Ye Qingqing was her customer, and the customer is king—especially one who bought so much. Seeds weren't expensive anyway, so Song Meimei waved her hand grandly.

"Alright, I'll give them to you. I'll give you every type of vegetable seed available on my farm, guaranteed!"

When Ye Qingqing left the wholesale market, she felt like she was floating.

Looking at the balance on her phone, she couldn't bring herself to smile. Setting aside her previous savings for house renovations and rent...

She now had a full 950,000 yuan left.

It wasn't enough. It really wasn't enough.

As Ye Qingqing walked out of the wholesale market, it suddenly occurred to her that she could stockpile some ready-to-eat food. Conveniently, there was a food court nearby.

So, Ye Qingqing headed straight in with Ah Huang.

Spicy braised dishes, dry pots, hot pots, skewers, barbecues...

She visited every shop, pointed directly at the menu, and said, "Two of every dish on the menu, to go."

Ye Qingqing was already familiar with the routine. After placing the order, she immediately scanned to pay, leaving a 20,000 yuan deposit at each shop.

Fortunately, the vehicle Ye Qingqing had driven out was a wuling hongguang mpv, which could still carry a decent amount.

Ye Qingqing started collecting directly from this food court.

After loading the goods into the vehicle, she pretended to drive around a few times, then returned to collect more.

She could collect from five shops in one go.

The menus looked extensive, but the actual prepared dishes didn't amount to much, so Ye Qingqing's wuling hongguang mpv was still quite convenient.

Besides, Ye Qingqing didn't think she'd be arrested within just these two days. She wasn't breaking the law—she was just buying a lot. And even if someone wanted to arrest her, they'd need someone to report it and time to act, right?

So, Ye Qingqing was now in a state of utter disregard. The Post-Apocalyptic World was coming—who cared about these things? If they had the guts, they could come arrest her after the apocalypse!

Ye Qingqing had already died once. Having witnessed all sorts of monsters and demons in the Post-Apocalyptic World, she feared nothing. Her courage now was immense.

Ye Qingqing, with a truckload of supplies, found a deserted corner. The moment she touched the food, the entire vehicle's worth of supplies vanished directly into Ye Qingqing's space.

Then, unhurriedly, Ye Qingqing drove the vehicle back to the food court. Repeating this process, 50,000 yuan was gone.

However, seeing the supplies piled up in one room, Ye Qingqing's heart swelled with excitement again.

Finally, the most crucial survival essentials for the Post-Apocalyptic World were fully stocked.

But with this trip concluded, the day had ended. Ye Qingqing used to think days passed slowly, but now, being so busy, she suddenly felt three days were far from enough.

Moreover, only two days remained before the Post-Apocalyptic World arrived.

Ye Qingqing first drove to refuel. Passing by a gas station, she went straight in, filled up, then secretly siphoned the gasoline from the tank into her space.

This way, Ye Qingqing had a small stockpile of gasoline.

By the time she reached the Warehouse, Ye Qingqing already had one barrel of gasoline, but she felt it wasn't enough. Gasoline was a scarce commodity, so she needed to stockpile more.

As Ye Qingqing got out of the car, she saw Wang Hai looking at her with a resentful expression.

"Sis, why are you only coming now? How did you buy so much stuff?!"

Ye Qingqing glanced at Wang Hai, took out her phone, and transferred 100 yuan to him, feeling another pang of heartache because 1,000 yuan was a lot of money.

Wang Hai, who had been looking resentful, immediately changed his tune upon seeing Ye Qingqing's transfer.

"Sis! Should I come again tomorrow? I promise I'll guard the Warehouse well for you!"

Ye Qingqing looked at Wang Hai. She didn't know if she'd need him tomorrow, so she casually brushed it off: "We'll see tomorrow. That's all for today. You can head back now."

After Wang Hai left, Ye Qingqing carefully observed the Warehouse. The area wasn't populated to begin with, surrounded by farmland. With night approaching, there was absolutely no one around.

There were no surveillance cameras inside the Warehouse either—a point Ye Qingqing had made crystal clear when renting it.

However, when Ye Qingqing stepped into the Warehouse, she was dumbfounded.

Because the supplies inside the Warehouse were so vast that Ye Qingqing felt there was no way she could fit it all.

"Oh no..."

Ye Qingqing looked at the Warehouse before her: about 10 meters long, 70 meters wide, and 7 meters high, now packed to the brim.

Even without trying to put it in her space, Ye Qingqing knew it wouldn't fit. It really wouldn't fit. And she hadn't even checked the actual situation inside her space yet.

Ah Huang, standing nearby, couldn't understand Ye Qingqing's words, but it could sense her current low spirits.

Ye Qingqing focused her consciousness on her space—the three-room house.

One room was already completely filled. Plus, there was a barrel of gasoline outside. There was simply no room for the supplies in front of her.

Ye Qingqing felt like crying but had no tears. She had been so overjoyed about having a space that she hadn't considered the issues of limited capacity and the sheer volume of supplies.

Ye Qingqing sighed, resigned to her fate, and started by placing the refrigerated meats and frozen foods into her space.

Mainly because if she didn't put these in, they might spoil outside. However, as soon as these meats and frozen foods went in, they immediately filled up another room.