In the eighth year of the end of the world, Jiang Nan, the logistics manager, was in charge of food for 400,000 people.
The night she died, the radio was broadcasting a commendation for her. Bai Hui paid her pension, He Chongming took her seat, and the "rotation plan" that killed her was signed by her herself.
When I opened my eyes again, the announcement in the green leather car was looping, there were still twenty days until the red rain fell.
In this life——
The best uncle presses grandma's hand to force her to sign a house sale agreement? She opened the hands one by one: "If anyone touches my grandma's hands again, I will go to the police station and sue you for abusing the elderly."
Two hundred and seventeen names on the "Dead List" in the previous life? In this life, she crossed them out one by one, and not one of them was allowed to die.
Red rain, extreme cold, and waves of corpses are lining up? She cleared out all the raincoats in the county in advance, stocked up grain for fourteen months, and then built her grandmother's abandoned third-tier old factory into a fortress inch by inch: power grid, water well, medicine garden, and watchtower.
System prompts: If you stock up to 1,000 yuan, you will be rewarded with one cubic meter of space.
She looked at the warehouse full of seeds and smiled: "Others are hoarding gold bars, but I am hoarding seeds. One seed is worth ten cubic meters."
There are no special powers, no bosses to tell the truth. She relied on an account that everyone could understand and crossed out the word "man-made disaster" from the account.
Those who owe grandma must be paid back with interest; those who owe the dead must be paid off one by one.
In this life, it is her turn to be the logistics supporter for this world.
