Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book: Chapter 37 (1/2)

Chapter 37 (1/2)

At night, the rain is still falling, pattering.

Jiang Miao Miao spread a summer mat on the big round bed, lying on it in a vest and shorts, sighing in the heat.

Lu Qiming sat beside her, playing with the flashlight.

Light beams pass over her occasionally, and the picture is very pleasing to the eye.

Her hair was all stuck to her neck and face with sweat. Jiang Miao Miao grabbed her bangs, pushed them back, revealing her sweaty face, and told Lu Qiming.

The beam of light flashed past her from time to time, and the picture was very pleasing to the eye.

“I also want a bottle of water.”

He flatly refused: “No.”

“Why? It’s really hot.”

It was quite cool during the day, but it suddenly became stuffy at night, and the air was so humid that it was almost deadly.

“You’ve already drunk three bottles in the past two hours, and if you drink any more, you’ll get water poisoning.”

Jiang Miao Miao had no choice but to change his method.

“Then I’ll go take a shower.”

Lu Qiming hummed. She was about to climb out of bed when she turned her head curiously.

“Aren’t you hot?”

Sitting quietly on the corner of the bed all the time, as leisurely as if enjoying the shade.

He chuckled, “Hot.”

“I do not believe.”

“If you don’t believe me, touch it.”

She raised her hand to touch his forehead, and sure enough, her hands were sweaty, and the clothes and pants he changed in the evening were all wet as if they had been fished out of the water.

She was even more unbelievable.

“How can you hold back? At least drink some water.”

Lu Qiming said: “The heart is calm and cool. If I jump up and down like a monkey like you, it will only get hotter.”

Jiang Miao Miao snorted.

“Just keep pretending, see if you’re cool, I’ll take a shower.”

She walked out of the room to carry water, saw Jiang Meimu, who was in the same condition as herself, carrying it to the bathroom, and poured water on the dog’s hair. Bringing a moment of coolness.

Her skin was damp and cool when she came out of the shower. Jiang Miao Miao finally regained her composure and crawled back to bed to get ready for sleep.

But after a while, the effect of bathing disappeared, and the sticky sweat began to protrude again.

She grabbed her hair, wishing she could peel off all her skin.

Suddenly a gust of cool wind blew from behind, gently blowing on her back. The coolness almost penetrated her heart, and she sighed in comfort.

“It’s so cool!”

Jiang Miao Miao turned her head and found that Lu Qiming had obtained a small plastic fan from nowhere and was fanning her.

With such a high temperature, she is hot, and so is he.

He has a fan and doesn’t fan himself but fans her. It’s too much to let go.

She got up embarrassed, waved her hand, and said:

“You can fan yourself. You don’t have to use it on me.”

“Who said I want to serve you?” Lu Qiming said, “I’ll fan you for half an hour, and you fan me for half an hour. How about taking turns?”

Jiang Miao Miao thought about it and thought it was good.

Anyway, there is a good chance we won’t be able to sleep tonight, so it’s better to help each other than to get dizzy from the heat.

Now is her time to enjoy.

She adjusted her posture and lay down comfortably so that the wind from Lu Qiming’s fan could take care of her whole body. She closed her eyes and said:

“Remember to call me when the time is over, otherwise I won’t recognize it if it exceeds.”


Lu Qiming sat behind her patiently, moving non-stop like a giant beckoning cat.

Jiang Miao Miao didn’t sleep well for several nights and was tired from working during the day, so she fell asleep not long after.

Half an hour later, Lu Qiming shouted in a low voice:

“Miao Miao?”

The other party didn’t respond.


“Big ass?”

Still no response.

He was relieved, put away the fan, got out of bed, sprinkled some water on the ground beside the bed, took out the rifle, carried it on his shoulder, and walked out.

When he opened the door, he was cautious, but it was inevitable that he would make some noise.

Jiang Miao Miao was not woken up. Jiang Meimu, with a pair of big ears, woke up, saw the familiar long leg in front of him, and rode on it with a push of his hind legs.

Lu Qiming: “…”

Resisting the urge to tear it into pieces and throw it out to feed the zombies, he first closed the door softly, then pulled out his legs mercilessly and said in a dark voice:

“Huajiang dog meat!”

(I kinda don’t understand it at first, but Lu Qiming probably says Jiang flower dog meat and calls the dog name as if treating it like a food menu)

Jiang Meimu fled to its original position, lay obediently on its stomach, and kept sneaking glances at him.

He snorted coldly, brushed off the dog hair on his legs, and went out alone.

At ten o’clock in the morning, Jiang Miao Miao was still sleeping.

The temperature was right, and the quilt was soft. She hugged the pillow, rubbed her cheek against it, and moaned pleasantly.


Why is it so…cool? ??

She opened her eyes abruptly. The bedroom was still the same bed, and the bed was still the same bed. Still, the air around her was cool and fresh, completely different from the previous days. It’s probably at most ten degrees, making her suspect she was still in a dream.

Is it really a dream? This dream is too beautiful. She doesn’t want to wake up.

Jiang Miao Miao quickly lay back and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

In the next second, Lu Qiming pushed the door open and entered with a bottle of Coke in his hand.

“Get up when you wake up, don’t pretend to be asleep.”

This beating tone, this friendly tone, isn’t she in a dream?!

Jiang Miao Miao sat up, stared, and asked:

“Why is it so cold today?”

Even if she likes to sleep late, it is impossible to sleep from summer to autumn in one sleep.

Lu Qiming rolled his eyes and pointed to the top of his head.

She looked up and saw the central air vent.

Listen carefully. There is the sound of airflow coming out of it.

Jiang Miao Miao was surprised, suddenly thought of something, jumped out of bed, and pressed the switch on the wall.


The light is on.

“We…we have electricity!”

The good news came so suddenly that she stuttered in shock.

Lu Qiming took a sip of Coke slowly, “Yes.”

She was even more surprised when she noticed that there was a layer of white frost on the outside of the coke bottle, which had obviously just been taken out of the refrigerator.

“Where does the electricity come from?”

Lu Qiming raised his chin.

“Why should I tell you?”

Jiang Miao Miao was silent for two seconds, threw herself into his arms, and rubbed hard as if trying to rub the skin off his chest.

“Good old Lu, brother Lu, brother Lu, just tell me, please…”


Lu Qiming couldn’t hold back. The Coke in his mouth sprayed her all over the head.

She screamed and jumped away, frantically looking for tissues.

He quickly handed over the tissue box and wiped her hair.

“If you don’t say it, don’t say it. What the hell are you  doing? I just washed my hair yesterday.”

“Who will hate whom first?”

Good old Lu, Brother Lu? vomit.

The cola had too much sugar, and her hair became stickier after rubbing it for a long time.

Seeing that Jiang Miao Miao was about to lose her temper, Lu Qiming immediately confessed:

“I found a backup power source.”

The face that was still covered with dark clouds just now turned into a bright spring, and she said in surprise:

“Really? Where?”

“The roof on the top floor is equipped with a whole set of silent diesel generators, which can supply electricity for the entire building when turned on.”


She was too excited to speak, hugged him, jumped up, and kissed him on the face.

“I love you!”

Lu Qiming smiled wryly, “It’s better not to be too happy.”


There is electricity, it is the best news in the last few days, okay?

“The generator needs diesel to work, and there is very little diesel reserves on it, which is enough for us for two days at most.”


Only two days are enough. Happiness comes and goes quickly.

Jiang Miao Miao tried to think of a way and asked: “We only have two people, the range of activities is limited, and the power consumption is limited. There is no need to supply power to the entire building. It is too wasteful. Can you turn off the electricity on other floors and only use the electricity of the 20th and 24th floors? Or just one floor?”

Lu Qiming sighed.

“I only turned on the switch on this floor.”


He looked into her eyes, “The remaining amount of diesel is only enough to supply our floor with electricity for two days.”

“……All right.”

Jiang Miao Miao collapsed visibly. He just wanted to comfort her. Still, she immediately became excited again and opened the closet to change clothes.

“What are you up to?”

“Take a shower.”

The clothes on her body were all stained by the sweat last night, and it was rare to have an air conditioner to blow it on. She wanted to change into clean clothes and refreshingly enjoy the two days.

After Jiang Miao Miao took a shower, she changed into a beautiful floral skirt, which fluttered around like a butterfly.

For a while, she moved the drinks into the refrigerator to freeze. Then she went to the supermarket for a brand new induction and rice cooker, saying she would cook in the suite.

Lu Qiming’s eyes were dazzled, and he wanted to stay in his room.

She passed by him, suddenly hugged him, pressed him on the coffee table, and kissed him wildly.

“Ahem…ahem, stop! What are you doing?”

“I’m happy!”

The corners of Jiang Miao Miao’s raised mouth could not be suppressed, and she laughed out of her teeth.

Are you happy to have relatives? What’s the problem?

Lu Qiming was kissed out of the evil fire by her and turned over while holding her, ready to turn defense into offense and take a step further.

She cooperated enthusiastically at first but suddenly yelled when he stripped off all her clothes.


He was startled by her, “what’s the matter?”

“I have to get something.”


“Yes, go right away, or it will be too late.”

After Jiang Miao Miao finished speaking, she kicked him off her body, picked up her clothes, put them on, and hurried out the door.

Lu Qiming sat on the ground with a look of astonishment.

After almost an hour, she dragged a huge garbage bag from the outside, sweating profusely.

“Quick, come help.”

Lu Qiming walked over, opened the bag, and took a look. There were some charging treasures, USB rechargeable fans, rechargeable desk lamps, and so on.

He turned around and asked:

“You are looking for these things?”

“Well, fully charge them, even if there is no generator to use in the future, you can still blow the fan.”

Jiang Miao Miao stood under the vent, closed her eyes, and lifted her collar to blow the air.

Lu Qiming stared at her collarbone. A few drops of sweat slowly slipped off it, his mouth became dry for a while, and he looked away.

“There must be hundreds of them here. Where did you find them?”

“The office, it’s on those workstations. I’m afraid there aren’t enough sockets, so I haven’t brought them all yet.”

What is the use of such a small electric fan?

Lu Qiming shrugged and didn’t hit her, dragging a bag of things around to find an outlet.

Half an hour later, all sockets on the entire floor were filled with chargers.

At noon, the two cooked hot pots on the induction cooker in the suite.

The hot pot base is from the supermarket. It has a shelf life of nine months and has not expired. It tastes delicious.

There are also many ingredients, including bean sprouts, ham sausage, luncheon meat, soaked mushrooms, fungus, bamboo shoots, yuba, shredded tofu, and kelp.

There are also shrimp-flavored flour balls, scallop-flavored flour balls, and squid-flavored flour balls made by Jiang Miao Miao.

Lu Qiming picked up one with a questioning expression.

“Are you sure you can eat this?”

“Of course it can, you can eat it with confidence, isn’t that what was sold in the supermarket before.”

She is very confident in her results.

Lu Qiming curled his lips, threw a few down, opened the refrigerator in the suite, and took out two bottles of iced Coke.

The Coke was frozen all morning, so hard it could be used to play baseball, and it was left on the table to let it melt slowly.

The hot pot boiled quickly, and the spicy smell spread in the room. The cooked ingredients floated to the surface, which looked very tempting when covered with red oil.

Jiang Miao Miao was the first to set down her chopsticks, pick up a piece of luncheon meat, and take a bite.

“How is it?” Lu Qiming asked expectantly.

She frowned, “It’s so unpalatable!”


“It’s too bad. I’ve never eaten such a bad hot pot. Don’t touch it…”

As she spoke, she picked vegetables into the bowl, and soon the bowl was full.

Lu Qiming: “…Sister, do you want to lose face?”

What face do you need if you have a hot pot? She never had that.

Jiang Miao Miao speeded up, and Lu Qiming joined in the snatching. The two competed to eat.

“Wow woof! woof woof!”

The forgotten Jiang Meimu circled anxiously under the table, desperately trying to pull the master’s legs.

Jiang Miao Miao sneaked in to comfort it.

“Hey, this is too spicy, you can’t eat it.”

It whimpered pitifully. She softened her heart and gave it half a bowl.

“You can only eat so much, and I won’t give you any more after eating.”

Jiang Meimu stuck out his tongue, licked it cherishingly for a while, and then whimpered.

The ingredients are prepared a bit less, not enough to eat.

Ultimately, the two put some vermicelli into it and drank it with the hot pot soup.

The hot pot soup was quite spicy. After drinking it, Jiang Miao put down the bowl, feeling her tongue about to explode. Seeing the iced cola beside her, she hurriedly brought a bottle and wanted to unscrew it to drink.

Unexpectedly, the more anxious she was, the more she couldn’t unscrew the lid, so she could only look at him.

2 thoughts on “Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book: Chapter 37 (1/2)

  1. With electricity on, I wonder why they didn’t recharge the chainsaws. It worked on battery and JMM can use it while she’s still adapting and training to use the gun. Is its battery a non- rechargeable?

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