The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies-Chapter 41 - 0 Supermarket Lottery Pool

Chapter 41: 041 Supermarket Lottery Pool

Chapter 41: 041 Supermarket Lottery Pool

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The garrison members, their hat brims dripping with water, had steadfastly refused Hua Mi’s kindness.

In the veiled rain, Hua Mi said nothing, just took out her phone and called Gong Yi, explaining the situation briefly and clearly.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before Gong Yi said,

“Turn on the speakerphone.”

Hua Mi did as Gong Yi had requested.

Then she heard Gong Yi swear over the phone,

“You little bastards! Listen to her, if she says wear it, you wear it, if she says take it off, you take it off, what are you being stubborn for at a time like this? Got medicine for a cold, have you? Don’t give a damn about discipline, just give me a break, will you?”

“Yes, sir!”

The young garrison soldier tensed up as if he were a schoolboy being scolded by his parents, afraid of getting a beating, and he hurriedly took the packet of raincoats from Hua Mi’s hands and put one on.

After seeing that he had put on the raincoat, Hua Mi, still holding her umbrella, went to another garrison member, similarly taking out a new men’s raincoat from her large shoulder bag.

So she walked slowly through the rain toward the emergency area, distributing raincoats to any patrolling garrison members she saw.

No one knew how many she had given out and nobody asked how many raincoats that bag of hers could actually hold.

By the time Hua Mi had made her way to the entrance of the emergency area, she had casually given a nurse an umbrella as well.

The nurse looked at Hua Mi with a grateful face.

Good sisters, everything is understood without words.

Hua Mi entered the emergency area, took out her phone, and sent a message to Gong Yi,

[Hua Mi: I have distributed a total of 2,500 raincoats to your garrison and given an umbrella to a nurse. 100 yuan for each raincoat, 80 yuan for the umbrella. I’ve already accounted for it myself.]

[Gong Yi: Mm-hmm.]

He replied tersely to Hua Mi’s message.

He had no objections to the exorbitant price of the rain gear from Hua Mi.

Hua Mi quickly accounted for it and entered the emergency area, heading straight for Cao Feng’s cubicle.

Along the way, she felt that there were more and more severely injured survivors, many of whom could not even secure a bed and had to lie on the ground.

It was raining outside, and although the emergency area was in a gymnasium, the floor quickly became damp due to the weather.

Hua Mi suddenly remembered the straw matting woven by Ye Rong; for those lying on the ground, having a mat would be a good thing.

It was only then that she slapped her forehead, cursing herself for having a memory like a sieve.

She had finally returned to the ruins of the supermarket, how could she have forgotten to harvest the Straw matting?

Should she go back now to harvest the Straw matting?

Hua Mi felt somewhat despondent as she brought up the control panel, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw in the corner of the “apocalypse supermarket” control panel, a row of little icons:

[Cashier System]

[Level 7 Storage]

[Level 7 Factory]

[Black Land]

[Lottery Pool]

…

A whole line of second-level page shortcuts.

Feeling bored, Hua Mi clicked on [Black Land], and a plot of black soil appeared on the screen, a luscious green Straw matting covering the magical black land, while two other plots were labeled [Water Source X1] [Water Source X1].

There were three more plots of black land with icons of an orange, apple, and grapefruit, but they were all in black, and Hua Mi could not click on them.

Possibly driven by a peculiar urge, she itched to click on the green Straw matting.

[Obtained Straw Matting X1]

Hey! Remote harvesting, how fantastic.

Hua Mi felt that it had saved her a lot of trouble.

She then opened the [Lottery Pool] where, to her surprise, there were chances for her to draw a prize with every level up.

That is to say, with the upgrade of her storage to level 7, her factory to level 7, and the development of the Black Land to level 3 with six square units, she had 17 chances to enter the Lottery Pool.

She glanced at the interface, which displayed “Lottery Draw x1” and “Lottery Draw x17”.

Hua Mi had no expectations for the lottery because she had never won anything in her life.

So, she indifferently clicked on “Lottery Draw x1”.

“You’ve obtained Straw Matting Growth Speed x8, Duration: 24 hours.”

??? What’s this?

Hua Mi felt somewhat dizzy.

Before, her straw matting could be harvested once a day. Hua Mi would harvest it when she remembered, and when she didn’t, she would let it be. So, even after being grown for so long, the level 7 storage quantity was only Straw Matting x8.

However, now the growth speed of the straw matting had increased eightfold, meaning it could be harvested several times a day.

So, what was she going to do with so much straw matting?

For her first lottery draw, the apocalypse supermarket indeed didn’t bring Hua Mi any surprises. She didn’t hold any expectations for the remaining 16 chances, so she decided to let them sit for the time being.

She’d wait for a day when she was bathed and scented, with her hands blessed, before drawing again.

At that moment, inside Cao Feng’s partition, Ah Fu entered in a rush, holding several boxed meals.

His face was a picture of panic as he looked at Ye Rong and the two children,

“I just heard some news that there was a problem with the delivery of medicine to Xiang City. The medicine that was supposed to reach Xiang City yesterday hadn’t arrived by this morning.”

Ye Rong was applying diluted ethanol to Tang You with her children.

Upon hearing this, she panicked for a moment, but then calmed down,

“No worries, Miss Hua will figure something out. She and Captain Gong are friends after all.”

Cao Feng, who sat on the single bed next to Tang You with his face covered in fresh burn scars, nodded with difficulty,

“Captain Gong and Sister Hua won’t let anything happen to us.”

Having no choice, Cao Feng could barely sit up, but he couldn’t move around much. He was only spared from the fiery pain throughout his body thanks to the Painkiller Hua Mi had given.

If he moved around now, his wounds, which had barely scabbed over, could crack open again.

So he nodded slowly, and he spoke slowly.

Tang You, on the other hand, was unconscious but seemed to be sleeping peacefully by the look on his face.

Then, Ah Fu anxiously added,

“It’s not that, the problem isn’t there. The new emergency department manager said that there aren’t enough beds. All those who have mobility, who are conscious, and…”

As he spoke, he glanced at Tang You lying on the stretcher and hinted,

“Someone like Tang You can’t stay in the emergency area anymore.”

Just being conscious and near death, everyone in this little partition covered both criteria.

So, what sort of patients were left in the emergency area?

Silence, silence was what filled the partition now.

Cao Feng, whose features were marred by burns, slowly turned his head to look at Tang You lying beside him, wrapped in sterile gauze.

In reality, ever since he and Tang You had been brought to the emergency area, they hadn’t received a speck of medical resources from it.

Their ethanol, water for cleaning, Painkillers, and sterile gauze had all been provided by Hua Mi.

“Let’s go then.”

Cao Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes dry with no tears, as if that explosion had dried up his tear ducts,

“We won’t occupy the limited medical resources any longer, we’ll leave now.”

From the day he was injured while saving others, he had never imagined he would survive.

He had anticipated his death and had never feared it.

He understood that everyone had their difficulties.

He just didn’t expect that he wouldn’t receive any special care at all.