Natural Disaster: After stocking up hundreds of millions of supplies, I won.

The old Taoist priest stood at the door of the tent with his hands clasped in his hands, his head raised, and a sigh on his face.

"I've only heard of Roshan before, but never seen one. I've learned a lot today!"

Nan Ci held the thermos cup and slowly walked to the old Taoist priest, "There is more meat, less food, and less vegetables. I will probably eat meat until I vomit soon."

At the end of the sentence, Nan Ci sighed.

If other survivors heard this, they would definitely think that Nan Ci was in a state of bliss and did not know how to be blessed.

But Nan Ci is not showing off, but telling the truth.

Eating too much meat will not only make you feel greasy, but will also cause internal heat and various physical discomforts, and you may even vomit after eating.

The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh, "I managed to get soil before, planted the seeds, and maintained them carefully. They all sprouted before my eyes, but after an earthquake, everything was gone."

At that time, they threw supplies down from upstairs, but did not throw the flower pots down with them.

Compared with that little vegetable, of course other supplies are more important.

I wanted to do something about it later, but the building had collapsed, was buried in heavy snow, and was now even more frozen.

Not to mention that it couldn't be dug out, even if it could be dug out, the vegetables inside would have been frozen to death.

Where they live now, the temperature is simply too low, and they can't grow vegetables.

Zhou Ziyang and Mu Qianqian also walked over at this time, both of them frowning, not only because they remembered the vegetables they had grown, but also because Nan Ci said that meat is more food.

The food they have now is all vacuum-packed food they found when they were looking for supplies.

The weather this year was weird. It started raining heavily in May, and the crops were quickly flooded.

It can be said that this year is a real harvest.

Now we can still look for food from previous years as survival supplies.

But what to do next year?

Zhou Ziyang spoke in a deep voice. "If we continue to be unable to grow new food, life will only become more difficult next year."

The old Taoist priest burst out laughing when he heard this.

"It's obvious that you are young and think a lot.

Whether you can live until next year is a matter of debate, so what do you care about next year? "

Although these words are not pleasant, they are true.

The few of them have collected so many supplies, and they don't know if they can survive until next year, let alone the survivors who have scarce supplies.

It doesn't matter whether they can live until tomorrow next year or not. It's too far away for them to think about the next year.

Hearing what the old Taoist said, Zhou Ziyang was not angry, but laughed.

Of course he knew that what the old Taoist said was true.

Zhou Ziyang smiled self-deprecatingly, "I just thought of this and sighed. If they really ask me to find a way to survive for them, I don't have the ability."

The most important thing for a person is to be self-aware, and Zhou Ziyang still has this beautiful virtue.

Mu Qianqian stretched out her hand and held Zhou Ziyang's hand, "Zi Yang, don't think so much. We are just ordinary people. It is enough that we can take care of ourselves and not cause trouble to others. Even if the sky falls, there is still a tall man. As for the survivors, what about the survivors? Of course, those in power will take care of it."

Zhou Ziyang shook Mu Qianqian's hand and said, "Qianqian, you are right. Instead of thinking about what is available and what is not available, it is better to think about how we will eat the goose tonight."

When they said this, Nan Ci was sorry, showed no interest at all, and didn't even want to say a word more.

But as soon as he heard that they wanted to eat the goose, Nan Ci immediately became interested.

"If you have an iron pot, of course you have to stew the goose in the iron pot, and then get some cornmeal to make pancakes. You can cook them directly in one pot. It saves trouble and is delicious."

Nan Ci's few simple words brought out the greed in the other three people present.

The three of them swallowed at the same time, and the old Taoist priest stopped holding his hands, "Then what are you waiting for? Get the knife quickly!"

It will take a certain amount of time to clean up such a big goose.

The goose was too big. After some discussion, they decided to start with the legs.

Pull the hair off the legs first, then start the skinning.

Duck feathers are thick and dense, especially those on the legs. They are not as long as those on the wings, but they are very dense.

Because the goose has been enlarged countless times, each hair that should have been short is now as long as an adult's arm.

When you hold it in your hand, it doesn't look like goose feathers, but like a huge feather fan.

Unable to feel anything through the gloves, Nan Ci simply took off the gloves on his right hand and carefully touched the duck feathers in his hands.

It's slightly cool to the touch, but very soft and moist, not irritating at all.

Flick it with your hands, and it will become thin and dense, like countless fine silk threads neatly arranged together.

etc!

silk?

Nan Ci's eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes began to shine when he looked at the goose feather in his hand.

Mu Qianqian stood next to Nan Ci and noticed her changes immediately.

"Nan Ci, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this goose feather?"

Nan Ci turned to look at Mu Qianqian, "Do you think these geese were afraid of the cold when they were alive?"

Nan Ci's question stunned Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian blinked several times before answering hesitantly, "It should be...not cold!"

When they saw the geese, they were running wildly.

Facing the cold wind and heavy snow, the speed was very fast, and there was no sign of being afraid of the cold.

Nan Ci then asked again, "Then why are they not afraid of the cold?"

"Why?" Mu Qianqian frowned, her eyes unconsciously falling on the goose feather in Nan Ci's hand, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it possible... is it because of the goose feather?"

"I'm not sure." Nan Ci said softly, "But I think it's very possible. This wool looks a lot like silk thread. If we can use it to make clothes, maybe we can test its effect."

If, as she suspected, these goose feathers had a thermal insulation effect, would they no longer have to wrap themselves up like a bear in the future?

Who wants to wear layers of heavy cotton clothes when you can have light and warm clothes?

Wearing too much is not only inconvenient for movement, but more importantly, the warmth is actually not that good.

I can only say that I can't freeze to death, but I can't say how warm it is.

"Nan Ci, you are too smart!"

Mu Qianqian looked at Nan Ci with bright eyes, "What kind of brain does this have? How could you think of this? I was just thinking about stewing the goose in the iron pot, and I didn't think about it at all."

Looking at the extremely excited Mu Qianqian, Nan Ci smiled helplessly, "Don't get too happy first. I'm just guessing. Besides, can you spin cloth?"

If there was no way to spin these goose feathers into cloth, then all her conjectures would be empty words.