In a frigid apocalypse, I went on a shopping spree with the reborn.

Jiang Qingyue calculated that June is short, with only thirty days. Today is June 22nd, and there are still eight days until the trading area opens.

To enter the trading area, you need to pay ten trading coins.

With only two coins in hand, Jiang Qingyue sighed repeatedly as she looked at the two lonely trading coins in the small box.

The entrance fee is ten, and we're still short eight.

Once inside the trading area, you need to use trading currency to buy anything.

Based on this calculation, at least twenty trading coins need to be prepared. Unfortunately, there is no other way to obtain them except through occasional luck.

Jiang Qingyue spent more than an hour studying the quantum computer and discovered that the trading currency was extremely important.

Because Xiao Yi, the little housekeeper, needs to be paid a salary, not monthly, but per task.

For example, if you find some unfamiliar items and want Xiaoyi to help you authenticate them, you will have to pay Xiaoyi transaction coins.

Furthermore, the quantum computer they were bound to was only at a basic level, and upgrading it required an exorbitant amount of trading currency.

Even with this basic quantum computer, you still have to pay a monthly rental fee to use it.

As a benefit for new users, the rent is waived this month. Starting from the first of next month, you will have to pay rent like you would top up your phone credit.

If the payment is not made, the computer's functions will be forcibly disabled, making it no different from a roadside stone.

After learning the details, Jiang Qingyue felt a heavy weight in her heart.

Feeling a bit hot, Jiang Qingyue glanced at the thermometer.

Because she lit her other two stoves early, all three stoves are now burning brightly, and the indoor temperature has actually reached 3 degrees Celsius.

"It's getting a bit hot."

Jiang Qingyue quickly extinguished one of the stoves.

It wasn't that she disliked comfortable temperatures, but rather that the shelter didn't have freezers, and her frozen goods would spoil once the temperature reached above zero.

Based on the experience of the past few days, maintaining a temperature of minus six or seven degrees Celsius in the shelter is most suitable.

Frozen goods won't thaw or spoil, and she can wear thick clothes without affecting her activities or sleep. It also saves some carbon, so it's a win-win situation.

After extinguishing one of the furnaces, Jiang Qingyue put on thick gloves and opened the door to the shelter.

As soon as it was turned on, a blast of biting cold air rushed in. Shining the flashlight, I saw a flurry of heavy snowflakes mixed with drizzle falling as if it were free.

He quickly closed the door and retreated inside.

"At this rate, tomorrow's events will all be affected."

If it's just snowing, it's not too bad. The fluffy snow can be shoveled away, and it's not difficult to clear out an area for activities around it.

But with this rain and snow falling together, needless to say, it will be frozen solid tomorrow, so solid that you won't be able to shovel it.

Especially since the entrance to her little refuge was located on a slightly sloping hill, it was not sheltered from the wind.

If the snow keeps falling like this, it could completely seal the door off.

Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.

He ran to a corner and rummaged around for a while, eventually finding a small earthenware pot. It wasn't something he bought after the apocalypse; it was something his family used to have, and it was quite small.

I quickly washed off the dust and put it on the stove with water.

They searched for a while in the area where frozen goods were stored and dug out the pigeons that had been buried underneath.

This was also slaughtered, cleaned, and vacuum-packed beforehand.

Take the whole thing out, put it in a small earthenware pot, add some red dates and ginger, and simmer it slowly.

I didn't dare to sit idle either, and browsed the virtual machine for a while. There weren't many people there; it seemed everyone was busy studying the virtual machine and earning trading coins.

Especially for those who have formed factions, they may only have one or two trading coins that they accidentally obtained, but they can crowdfund.

Just like Wang Dawei, there are more than 40,000 people in Xingfu Community. Even if one out of ten people gets one by chance, if everyone pools their resources, they can still accumulate a lot of trading coins.

Finding no useful information, Jiang Qingyue took off her heavy, water-prone mink coat, put on a raincoat over it, and then put on her fur-lined rain boots.

She took a small shovel and a hoe. She had bought quite a few of these things beforehand, since they were essential tools for expanding the shelter.

I took a headlamp and put it on my head. After leaving the shelter, I closed the door tightly.

Take out a shovel and shovel the snow bit by bit. When you encounter areas that are frozen and can't be shoveled, take out a hoe and dig them out directly.

Huffing and puffing...

Two minutes later, Jiang Qingyue hurriedly grabbed her tools and ran back to the shelter as if fleeing.

It was so cold that her teeth were chattering.

I took off my raincoat and rain boots, put on my fur coat, ran to bed, wrapped myself in the blanket, and waited for my body to slowly warm up.

Why not light a fire?

Because she had lost feeling in her fingers, and her blood vessels were in a semi-frozen state.

When you sit by a fire, your blood vessels will dilate violently, and your cells will die.

In the pre-apocalyptic world, amputation in this situation could save one's life.

If we can't go to the hospital now, we'll get frostbite and infection, and then we'll just have to wait to die.

"It's so cold! Is this what minus fifty degrees Celsius is like? This is terrifying."

Jiang Qingyue looked distressed; she had underestimated the power of minus fifty degrees Celsius.

I thought that since I was dressed warmly, protected from wind and rain, and was moving around, I should be able to stay warm for a few minutes without any problems.

After experiencing it firsthand, she knew it was simply impossible.

Let alone the torrential rain and snow, even without rain or snow, the outdoor temperature of minus fifty degrees Celsius is not something a normal person can endure.

She glanced at the corner, where she found her professional-grade cold-weather gear.

It's just that this thing is expensive, so she didn't buy many. She estimated that even with professional-grade equipment, it probably wouldn't last long outside, especially since this place is in a windy spot, with rain and snow.

After drinking a cup of instant coffee, my hands and feet slowly regained sensation, but they were incredibly itchy.

Shivering, I poured myself some water, not daring to use hot water. I measured it with a thermometer; it was around 23 degrees Celsius, which is room temperature water, just right.

She put her hands and feet in the basin and soaked them slowly.

After resting and recovering for an hour at the shelter, I went to the door and saw that the snow had not only not stopped, but was even heavier than before.

"If this continues, and we don't leave it overnight, the door will definitely be sealed shut the next day."

What should I do?

Jiang Qingyue returned to the shelter and searched thoroughly before finally finding a solution she could try.

After taking off his fur coat and putting on professional cold-weather gear, he checked again to make sure that not an inch of his skin was directly exposed to the air before taking the materials for setting up the tent and going outside.

"As expected of a professional."

It was much better than the thick and bulky outfit she had just thrown on herself. It was still cold, but she didn't feel the rapid loss of body temperature.

Without daring to delay, they quickly set up the tent, covering the entrance to the shelter.

This way, the door won't be sealed off. She only needs to come out every now and then to shake the snow off the tent, otherwise the tent will collapse under the weight.

Knowing she wasn't very good at it, she bought the easiest type of tent to set up. The only difficulty was that the ground was frozen solid, and even with all her might, her arms still ached from the impact when she hammered in the tent pegs.

After finally knocking on each door, Jiang Qingyue quickly returned to the shelter.

I checked the time; eight minutes had passed.

After assessing his physical condition, he thought, "It seems like ten minutes is my limit."

Two trips outside made her realize that in this kind of weather, even with the best cold-weather gear, ten minutes is her physical limit.

Once ten minutes have passed, she will fall into hypothermia.

Without her companions, even if the shelter was right outside the door, she might not be able to climb in.

"It seems that, for safety reasons, I should limit my outings to within five minutes from now on."

As she soaked her hands and feet in the water, Jiang Qingyue's brows furrowed more and more deeply.

This means she won't be able to chop wood.

She had prepared a lot of heating equipment, but the thought of running out of money still made her very anxious.

"Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi."

[Master, I'm here.]

"Will my overall physical condition become more resistant to the cold after that comprehensive index increases?"

This is crucial.

If there's no way to improve physical fitness, Jiang Qingyue doesn't even dare to imagine how many people would die.

She was well-prepared, with professional cold-weather gear, heating supplies, shelter, food, and medicine.

Even so, if she can't go out, she'll die sooner or later; when the supplies run out, that will be her death day.

What about the others?

[Don't panic, Master, there's a chance. The Supreme God has sent down this apocalyptic trial, but the focus is on the trial itself, not on killing everyone. Therefore, there will be many wondrous items.]

[These items come in many varieties, some enhancing strength, others speed, and so on. Once the owner obtains items that increase their physical constitution, they will naturally no longer fear the bitter cold.]

Hearing Xiaoyi's answer, Jiang Qingyue felt a little relieved, but only a little.

Based on the process and quantity of obtaining the trading coins, Jiang Qingyue always felt that there wouldn't be many of these magical items.

Moreover, even in the monthly trading zone, it's unlikely anyone would be willing to put their items up for sale.

After all, these items are now far more important than food and water.

Some powerful figures who have built up their own factions have no shortage of food and water.

On the contrary, the people below received these magical items, which they could exchange for food and water, or even directly demand that the other party hand them over.

Once it's in their hands, it's impossible for them to trade it.

This situation is very unfavorable for someone like her who is fighting alone.

Because of this, she would have to rely on luck to get these items.

Unfortunately, she couldn't wander around. Her current activity range was limited to the area around the shelter. Apart from digging to expand the shelter, she would go to chop wood.

The activity area is extremely small, and the methods are limited.

Even if there were all sorts of treasures, the probability of her obtaining them would be lower than winning the lottery.

After skimming off the foam from the pigeon soup and adding some salt, Jiang Qingyue opened the door again to take a look.

With the tent providing shelter, the situation was much better than she had expected. The howling wind wasn't being driven in directly; it was being blocked completely by the tent.

After checking the tent and finding that it could hold out for a while longer, he closed the door and returned to the shelter.

When Jiang Qingyue turned on her phone, she found that there was no internet connection.

This was the first time she hadn't been able to connect to the internet since the apocalypse. Compared to those whose internet connection was cut off every two or three days, this was considered good.

Put down your phone and turn on your personal computer.

Upon closer inspection, Jiang Qingyue discovered numerous requests for help.

No information about Wang Dawei could be found on the regional channel, and the comments from people with the "Happiness Base" ID were extremely brief.

Some said it was good that Brother Wang had prepared in advance, some said they had eaten, and some said they would have an extra meal tonight...

It's clear they're doing well; at least the people who made the comments are doing well.

Calculating that it was about time, Jiang Qingyue turned off the personal terminal and took out a small pink stick.

This was bought by her when she was hospitalized two years ago, so that she could easily use the restroom during her hospital stay to have an IV drip.

During the move after selling the house, she gathered everything up and brought it over, never expecting it would come in handy now.

Upon opening the door, the tent was covered in a thick layer of snow. This sleet wouldn't slide off in the extremely low temperature; it would freeze instantly.

Jiang Qingyue took a small stick and started tapping and knocking from the bottom down until all the snow was off the tent before returning with the stick.

I didn't dare to sleep either. Judging from the current snowfall, I would have to go out and poke around every half hour.

While waiting, Jiang Qingyue studied various aspects of extremely cold environments on her phone.

She swore she had never worked this hard, not even during the college entrance exam.

Set an alarm clock every half hour.

As soon as the alarm rang, I put down my phone, grabbed the pink stick, and went outside. After banging and banging around to relieve the pressure on the tent, I returned to the shelter to continue watching.

She didn't know how long the snow would stop, but she knew that as long as the snow kept falling, she would have to keep doing this.

After repeating this process several times, the pigeon soup was ready at three in the morning.

"I'm really hungry, let's eat."

With a gentle pry of the chopsticks, the tender pigeon meat fell off the bone. I took a small bowl, ate a few pieces of meat, and drank a sip of soup.

The pigeon was quickly swallowed.

"It feels good." Jiang Qingyue touched her slightly full stomach.

Before the apocalypse, one pigeon would have been enough for her to eat three meals.

There was no way around it; she didn't like eating meat before, and even a few bites would make her feel nauseous. Especially meat broths, which were high in purines and had no nutritional value, something she avoided like the plague before the apocalypse.

Now, after a few bowls of warm soup, I feel extremely comfortable all over.

I lay down for a few minutes, took a vitamin, and when the alarm rang, I went out again with the pink stick.

I went back and forth all night, constantly going through this ordeal.

By daybreak, the snow had finally stopped.

Jiang Qingyue had just finished clearing the snow off the tent when, through the transparent tent fabric, she suddenly saw that the heavy rain and snow that had previously obstructed her vision had stopped instantly.

It doesn't shrink from large to small and then gradually stop; it just disappears all at once.

The snow that was halfway down disappeared before it even reached the ground.

"Even in the apocalypse, we can't be this reckless," Jiang Qingyue retorted.

Then he quickly crawled into the shelter.

Although the snow has stopped, the temperature has not risen and remains at minus fifty.

Based on what she learned last night, without any professional equipment, a person exposed to such an environment would die within minutes.

The snow has stopped, and now she needs to go back and think carefully about how to get more trading coins or other items that can improve her physical fitness.

She didn't aspire to become much stronger, nor did she have any ambitions. She only hoped to improve her physical fitness a little so that she could go out and chop wood.