The Cold Wave Era: I Can Read Supply Archives

The day the cold wave arrived, the whole city lost power and temperatures plunged below minus forty degrees.

His neighbor tore apart a wardrobe for firewood. He opened the warehouse door.

A warehouse full of rice, flour, oil, and salt, enough diesel to last the winter, and two years' worth of blood pressure medication for his mother.

But for the past ten days, everyone had thought he was crazy.

Because he was the only one who could see one thing: every item had its entire history written on it.

Where the last shipment from Beiling Farm went. Where the supermarket's soon-to-expire goods came from. Who had moved hundreds of tons of grain and oil out of the city before supplies were cut off.

He read the answers one by one, then traded each one for goods.