The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 133 - 131 She was pondering how to do this job

Chapter 133: 131 She was pondering how to do this job

Hua Mi hurriedly left the B City supply depot, and she didn’t call for Tang You and the others at the Garrison. She bravely set out alone onto the Xiang B Highway.

On the Xiang B Highway, like her, there were quite a few survivors trekking through the rainy night.

Because there was a roadblock ahead, the closer to B City’s direction one got, the more numerous the survivors became.

Many had stopped at the roadside, unable to go on, with no supplies to get past the roadblock.

None of them had driven, because the communication between their cities and B City or Xiang City was not clear; even if there was fuel in their cars, they couldn’t move.

Under these circumstances, relying on one’s legs to walk to B City or Xiang City turned out to be the most reliable option.

As Hua Mi got closer to the roadblock, she noticed that the number of survivors increased. On this pitch-black road, the group setting up the roadblock was quite professional.

They had set up a wire fence on the broad expanse of Xiang B Highway and piled up sandbags.

Behind the sandbags, a row of vehicles was parked, with people tied up on the roofs.

A glaring searchlight, set up high, illuminated the area inside and outside the roadblock clearly.

Hua Mi cursed under her breath, "Idiot," as she put on her protective goggles and counted all the bandits inside and outside the roadblock.

On closer inspection, the row of people tied to the car roofs were actually her Clearing Team!!!

"Listen up, all those passing through," a voice from the loudspeaker beside the searchlight boomed with authority, "Hand over half of your supplies, and you can pass. Otherwise, you’ll end up like them!"

It was pointing directly at Hua Mi’s Clearing Team on the car roofs.

The implication was that if any survivor on this road caused trouble, they would be tied to the rooftops and tortured.

The survivors currently crossing were all exhausted, only wanting to get through the roadblock as quickly as possible to buy supplies in Xiang City or B City.

According to their position, B City might be a bit closer.

As they got gradually closer to the roadblock, the number of survivors increased even more, a dense crowd pressing together, chaotically waiting to pass the barricade.

Hua Mi stood a good distance away, behind a thick crowd of people.

She pondered how she would handle this fight.

Meanwhile, she observed how this group was robbing people at the roadblock, gathering some experience for herself.

But there were too many people ahead, and she didn’t have wings to fly over.

By the side of the road, a family was sitting together; the woman cradled a constantly crying baby while the man gave her half a bottle of mineral water, covering her and the child with his own rain cloth,

"Give her some water first; we don’t have any formula now, nor the conditions to prepare it."

Hua Mi watched from behind the crowd, next to the family were two elderly people leaning on canes.

The old man, trembling and tottering, pulled out a mooncake from his pocket, broke it into two halves, keeping the smaller piece for himself and giving the larger one to his spouse.

And the crowd that was moving forward, suddenly stopped, a commotion ensued, and someone shouted loudly,

"I don’t have money, no money... this money is meant to be saved for buying supplies in B City, I can’t give it to you..."

Because both Xiang City and B City had supplies that could be purchased with money, the roadblock was not only demanding that passing folks give up half of their possessions but also to surrender nine-tenths of the money they carried.

The exploitation was too severe.

A group of men rushed out from the roadblock and beat up the man who was shouting about having no money, leaving him half-dead by the roadside, not allowing him to pass through the roadblock.

Hua Mi frowned, lacking any interest in pushing through the crowd to get to the very front.

By the time she wormed her way through this crowd to the front, how long would it take to reach the roadblock and fight this battle?

So she broke away from the queue and approached the parents holding the baby at the side of the road, tilting her head to ask,

"How old is the child?"

"What do you want to do?"

The man, full of vigilance, shielded the mother and child behind him as he glared at Hua Mi.

Hua Mi smiled and said,

"I’m not going to do anything, just genuinely curious; this child is so small."

As she spoke, she pulled out two yellow-orange oranges from inside her raincoat and seriously asked the woman behind the man,

"Can such a small child drink orange juice?"

The woman shook her head, then nodded,

"Actually, they shouldn’t, but in these conditions, I don’t have breast milk, so I’ve also fed our child rice soup."

They still had one last can of infant formula, but according to the rules of the people who set up the roadblock, they had to give up half a can of their formula.

This last can of formula was something her husband had found with great difficulty.

All along the way, unless the child was so hungry they couldn’t stand it, they would not mix formula for the child. Most of the time, they tried to make some porridge and give the child rice soup.

Therefore, the formula was very precious to them.

So that was why the couple decided not to cross the checkpoint, at least until they had fed their child enough before handing over half of their remaining formula.

Hua Mi stuffed the two oranges in her hand to the man in front of her,

"Then you eat them, and feed the child afterward."

"This..."

The man was somewhat surprised, holding the two yellow-orange oranges, not sure what he should say.

Then he saw Hua Mi pass over a QR code,

"9.9 yuan each, could you please scan 19.8 yuan for me, thank you."

She was asking for money.

The man and the woman were both stunned. The man quickly pulled out a soaked wallet from his pocket,

"I, my phone has no signal, can I pay in cash?"

"Yes."

Hua Mi agreed. Last time, Chi Chuan and his friends had dragged several big sacks of cash from A City. Initially, Hua Mi thought her Cashier System couldn’t use cash, but as soon as she deposited the cash into storage, the amount in the Cashier System rose.

The man handed Hua Mi a hundred-dollar bill,

"Here, this is the only denomination I have, do you... have anything else for sale?"

Hua Mi pulled out a set of newborn onesies,

"I see the cloth you’re wrapping the child in is completely wet, why don’t you change the child into some dry clothes?"

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you."

The man was tearfully grateful. When he first took out the hundred-dollar bill, he hadn’t expected Hua Mi to have any supplies to offer.

But this dry space cotton newborn onesie was exactly what his child needed.

For such a small child to have survived and come this far with his parents was truly not easy.

Children who grow up in such an environment must be even tougher than weeds to survive.

The woman holding the child also came forward, repeatedly thanking Hua Mi.

Hua Mi then went over to the two elderly people holding mooncakes, giving each of them an orange and collecting 20 yuan in cash from the trembling hands of the elderly.

With no choice since she had no change, she took out a box of Xiao Chaihu Granules, opened it, and took out a small packet to give to the two elderly people.

"I don’t have change, so this small packet of Xiao Chaihu Granules can serve as your change."

The surrounding survivors all turned their heads to watch her.

In a time when everyone hid and hoarded their supplies, did this young lady really know what she was doing?