The old woman looked up and said kindly, though her speech was unclear, “Very cheap…”
Su Ruanruan couldn’t catch the rest—the accent was too heavy.
She simply said, “Grandma, I’ll take all of these. Please pack them up for me.”
The old woman understood.
There weren’t many vegetables on the stall, but they were all very fresh.
They looked like they were grown in her own garden and brought out to sell.
She hurriedly pulled out a plastic bag and carefully packed the vegetables.
Then she took out a small notebook, counting on her fingers as she struggled to calculate the total.
“Grandma, no need for change,” Su Ruanruan said, taking out a stack of cash from her bag—about five bills.
More than enough for everything on the stall.
“No, no, that won’t do!” the old woman said anxiously, trying to refuse.
But Su Ruanruan had already taken the vegetables and disappeared into the crowd.
She didn’t dwell on this small episode.
Her most important task this week was to stockpile as many supplies as possible.
Ideally, she wanted to fill her space completely—after all, nothing would spoil.
After that, she made several trips back and forth, filling every empty space in her car with vegetables.
Then she drove to a secluded corner and stored everything into her space with a wave of her hand.
She repeated this process multiple times throughout the morning before finally feeling satisfied.
On the way, she also stopped by the warehouse and stored the 5,000 barrels of water into her space.
At noon, she returned home, where the workers were installing the last water tank.
It was the largest model available, lined up neatly on the spacious rooftop.
Pipes were connected downstairs for water purification and daily use.
Su Ruanruan paid them generously and even added a few hundred yuan as a tip.
The workers left smiling.
The rooftop was large—besides the five water tanks, a massive generator had also been installed.
Just in case.
At noon, she hastily ate a bowl of noodles.
Not long after, the renovation workers arrived.
She quickly explained her requirements:
The curtains must be the thickest, fully blackout type.
The walls must be reinforced with the best soundproof padding.
All floor-to-ceiling windows must be sealed, leaving only three small square openings.
Even regular windows had to be completely sealed—no gaps allowed.
As for the main door, it needed three layers: a security door, an iron door, and an electric grid.
After hearing all this, the worker was stunned.
“Miss… this is a peaceful era…”
Su Ruanruan smiled calmly. “I live alone. I’m a bit scared.”
After giving instructions, she didn’t linger.
She went back to the wholesale market, bought 100 boxes of disposable tableware and 5,000 eggs.
Then she wandered around, buying everything in bulk wherever she went.
She was exhausted from both shopping and paying.
But the disaster would arrive in five days.
And she still felt unprepared.
First would come water and power outages.
Then ten days of extreme heat.
After that, ten days of extreme cold.
Who knew how many would die from heat or freezing?
Thinking about the fact that she only had two air conditioners at home—
one standing unit in the living room and one wall unit in the bedroom—
she couldn’t sit still.
She rushed to an appliance store.
In one go, she bought five air conditioners and brought installation workers back home with her.
Coincidentally, the renovation workers were still there.
Both teams met and immediately began discussing technical details and wiring adjustments.
Su Ruanruan didn’t understand any of it—and didn’t care to.
She still felt her supplies were insufficient.
In her previous life, she couldn’t adapt at the beginning of the apocalypse.
She was just an ordinary person—weak and incapable of hunting.
Everyone struggled just to survive—no one would spare her anything.
She once went an entire week without food.
Dizzy and starving, she would have eaten anything.
In the end, she rushed into a rat nest and nearly lost her life catching one small rat.
She couldn’t even make a fire.
So she smashed it to death with a stone—
and ate it raw.
Her mouth filled with a sour, dry, unpleasant taste.
But it was food—meat, at least.
It gave her just enough strength to keep going…
Thinking of that, Su Ruanruan shuddered.
She would never go through that again.
After supervising the work for a while, she rushed out again.
Thanks to her past survival experience, she had developed extraordinary endurance.
Otherwise, all this running around would have exhausted anyone.
She went to a large mall and bought around 5,000 lighters.
She also bought 200 power banks.
At a clothing store, she bought 500 sets each of summer and winter clothing.
She also purchased durable outdoor jackets and professional snow-climbing gear.
After all, the future would bring extreme heat and extreme cold—air conditioners alone wouldn’t be enough.
Hand warmers, hot water bottles, thick coats, heavy bedding—she bought them all.
She also ordered five large ice-making machines and three freezers, arranging for home delivery.
She bought everything she could think of.
The rest—she would leave to fate.
She only hoped that in this life, she could live better.
More comfortably.
At the very least—never go hungry again.
Feeling slightly satisfied, she returned home.
The air conditioners had already been installed.
Luckily, she paid well—otherwise, no one would want to work in such heat.
Money really could make things happen.
And because she paid generously, the workers worked extremely efficiently.
The air conditioners were done, but the renovation couldn’t be finished in one day.
As night fell, the workers left, agreeing to return the next day.
She saw them off downstairs.
Glancing at her phone, she noticed the temperature.
She lived in Guangdong.
Even in late October, it was never this hot—certainly not close to 40°C.
Now, just sitting still made sweat pour down.
Once the disaster began, temperatures would rise steadily—about 2°C per day.
Eventually, surface temperatures would reach nearly 60°C.
And she lived on the top floor…
She needed heat insulation.
And sun protection covers for the water tanks and generator—
otherwise, even the water would come out scalding hot.
Thinking of this, she felt time was running out.
Only five days remained before disaster struck.
Five days—what could she really change?
Shaking off her heavy thoughts, she went back out to continue buying supplies.
As she walked, she thought:
Food—enough.
Daily necessities—enough.
Medicine—more wouldn’t help much.
In the apocalypse, wounds would get infected quickly, and ordinary medicine was useless.
She had bought almost everything she needed.
Her space was still about one-third empty.
Which showed just how massive it was.
Next—she needed weapons.
She immediately made a phone call.
The person was a friend of her father, someone involved in smuggling.
Money wasn’t an issue—getting the goods was what mattered.
After going out again, she bought more ready-to-eat snacks—
takoyaki, fried chicken, stuffed pancakes—
all convenient and ready to eat.