"This rumor didn't work, and I'm afraid the principal won't give up easily." Ling Han reminded that he knew a lot more about the people in this land than Cang Qingle, an outsider.

Cang Qingle had a headache, she really wanted to find the principal and give him a hard beating, this grace was crazy with revenge, she shouldn't have saved him in the first place.

"The soldiers will come to block, and the water will cover the earth."

Ling Han didn't quite agree, "Passive defense? That's not a good idea, and I think you can take the initiative before he recovers. ”

Take the initiative? Does she have that condition?

Cang Qingle gave Ling Han two rolls, she had only been here for a few days, and she was not familiar with the terrain of a small school. "I also wanted to take the initiative, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance."

She said that if she is reborn in a lifetime, she will have to be free and easy in this life, if she can't even resist being calculated, what kind of freedom is it.

"Winter is coming." Ling Han said suddenly.

It's not that it's coming, it's already coming, how fierce the cold wave in the last days is, she has already experienced it in the northern land.

Cang Qingle was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that this man was hinting at her.

Three days later, the weather changed abruptly.

The heavy snow, like hope at the end of the world, came suddenly, without the slightest warning.

Some people are frightened by this posture, but after that, they are more worried about the cold, and they are not only troubled by this, but the winter gives the impression of depression, which means that food will also enter a state of scarcity.

Lack of food and clothing will be a more terrifying thing than the siege of zombies.

"Qingle, you're okay." This sentence. I don't know how many times I've said it.

"It's alright, what about you?" Cang Qingle looked at the three of them, except for the thin clothes and the cold face was a little blue, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Where have they gone these days?

"We're fine, Qingle, you're the one who needs to take care of yourself the most." Bai Wanru rubbed her hands together and said, her palms were already purple.

Cang Qingle didn't say much, and quickly took out a cotton coat from the space and put it on her, and at the same time took two thick windbreakers for Gong Yanliu and Ou Zimu.

The three of them thanked each other and quickly put it on.

"The principal is so inefficient. So many survivors with nowhere to go. As a major decision-maker in this land, he has not moved at all so far. Gong Liuliu said dissatisfiedly. But the botany professor who approached them was very active in action.

"He still snatched his identity from his brother. It's only been a few months since I've been in office. What management experience can you have? Ou Zimu said disdainfully.

Rumors were spreading in the base the other day. It is said that outsiders have brought misfortune to this land, and the three of them have no reason to be ostracized and can only drive to remote places, but it is this unintentional move. They discovered something different.

"This kind of weather, if it goes on for a long time, this winter will take away a lot of lives." Gong Liuliu frowned, unable to say what mood he was in.

Cang Qingle was silent for a while, then found someone who looked like a student and asked, "Do you know where the school's radio room is?" ”

The girl rubbed her frozen cheeks and pointed to a building, "That's the building, the first floor." ”

She is a student here, and she has clothes all year round, but here in previous years, winter has never been so cold, which makes her still uncomfortable when dressed very warm.

With that, she rushed away.

"Qingle? Find a radio studio to do. Bai Wanru asked.

"I have a good idea, but I need to be fortunate to everyone in the future." Cang Qingle said.

Fortunately, what will happen to them? The three of them were a little curious, but what Qingle had to do, they just had to follow her steps, and it had always been like this.

Cang Qingle walked to the broadcasting room, her belly had been more than six months old, it was so high that she couldn't see the ground with her head down, Bai Wan was afraid that she would fall, so she hurriedly followed around.

When it was almost dusk, the wind was blowing more and more tightly, and the air was cold and swishing.

Most of their shelters were classrooms, and the dormitory was forcibly locked by the principal, making it impossible to get there.

So when the radio rang out in the classroom, they heard it clearly.

"All the survivors of X University, I am Cang Qingle, a space ability from the field, I think you already have some understanding of the ability, this is a weapon given to us by God, a weapon that allows us to survive in the last days, my ability space has cotton clothes and quilts collected all the way over, which can be provided to everyone to survive this cold winter, and the survivors who need it please come to the radio room to receive it, Qingle is waiting for you here."

"Is what she said true?"

"Is there anyone else so zealous?"

“……”

Cang Qingle's broadcast had just ended, and the voices of survivor discussions in each classroom were like explosions.

After the events of the past few days, they not only realized the supernatural ones, but also realized the changes in the hearts of some people, at this time, lack of food and clothing, many people can't even take care of it, who can help others.

"No matter, I'm going to die of cold, let's try my luck."

"I'll go too."

After Cang Qingle finished broadcasting, she piled up all the quilts she had collected from the space, so that she wouldn't take them one by one when she got it, which would consume too much ability.

After a while, several survivors gathered to broadcast close to the broadcast, and several came one after another, and they poked their heads in, obviously not believing it.

"Here, do you need a cotton coat or a quilt?" Bai Wanru greeted and asked, her image was more accessible than Gong Yanliu and Ou Zimu, and the gentle woman did have her affinity.

"It's true." Until the thick quilt was held in his hand, the survivors who came did not believe it very much.

"Our supplies are limited and we can't provide too much, so those who receive thick cotton clothes have to take thin quilts." Bai Wan said apologetically, and the public and Ou Zimu cooperated with her to send things.

Having something warm is enough for 90% of the survivors, and Cang Qingle's behavior is undoubtedly a charcoal in the snow.

With the previous wave, more and more people came behind, and most of the piles of quilts went in a blink of an eye.

Ou Zimu asked with some concern, "Qingle, can we afford such a consumption?" ”

"Well, almost." There are not a few materials they have collected along the way, and it is still possible to hold on.

This is a small city, and the population is not too large, let alone the number after being taken away by zombies.

It wasn't until nine o'clock in the evening that the last quilt was taken away, and Cang Qingle put it away.

Her purpose couldn't be more obvious, that is, to make people popular, if this land wants to persist in the end times, Ling Han's magic vine alone is not enough, with the continuous evolution of zombies, no one knows what will happen in the future, only like the outside, to establish a base that effectively resists zombies, is the solution.

Once the base is built, then there will definitely be a leader, but then she can use the "popularity" of the current tun to compete.

Once a person stands on a high place, he has nothing to fear.

This is probably what Ling Han said about taking the initiative! (To be continued......)