18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 64

Waking up naturally after a long night's sleep, Stella hadn't even had her breakfast yet when Angela knocked on her door, "Stella, what are you planning to do with your fish?" Stella responded nonchalantly, "Thinking of making pickled fish, I'll ask Katie later."

Room 1803 had received two portions, far too much for them to eat. They planned to take half the fish to the department store's farmers market, to exchange for some useful goods. Stella wasn't interested in the hustle and bustle of the market, "I plan to take Cooper back to Ivywood Estates, see if he can catch a rabbit or something."

The reservoir collapse was too dangerous, and they didn't want to exhaust Cody and Lukas any further.

So, they knocked on the door of room 1801. Jasper agreed to go to the market, but only to give Rosie some experience, and to expose her to the harsh world outside.

Poor Angela, she had to stay home to look after the house.

Just as they were about to leave, Katie came up to knock on the door, whispering to ask if they were going to dig wild kudzu?

With the help of the people of the 18th floor, the Moore family had acquired a lot of supplies, but who would complain about having too many stuff?

This time they were fortunate, but it was unknown if they would be so lucky next time.

Old wild kudzu roots were as thick as tree roots; ten pounds of root might not even yield a pound of flour. Digging them up was tiring enough, let alone figuring out how to grind and wash the flour. The flour made from the roots was good for the skin, but its taste was akin to porridge and didn't fill the stomach at all.

Nobody on the 18th floor, who had plenty of food, wanted to participate in this unattractive project. With no other choice, the Moore family had to do it themselves.

After breakfast, Stella took her dog and set off. Returning to the reservoir in the assault boat, they landed and climbed towards another hill.

There was a dense bamboo forest on the other side of the mountain, which Stella had accidentally discovered when she was observing with her binoculars a few days ago.

The bamboo produced shoots in winter, commonly known as winter shoots, and it was now the perfect season for them.

Climbing along the slope of the mountain, they came across a large bamboo forest, with large chunks of soil cracked and scattered by the winter shoots, some even poking their heads out. Stella took out her binoculars, made sure that there was no one around, and then took out a hoe from Arcadia, reminding the dog to keep a lookout. Swing the hoe, dig, then shovel.

The shoots were very fresh, weighing about three to four pounds with the shell.

this time, the dog was playing

away, be careful, or I might chop

listen and insisted on getting

stern face,

then did the dog behave, hanging his head low

whether it was fighting, hunting, or chasing

something bloody in his mouth. Good boy, a fat wild rabbit had been bitten with several holes in it. He must have bitten

it into Arcadia, giving

worker, picking up the hoe and swinging it with all her might. Yes, she had taken

about the bamboo shoot

and began to cut down mature

say why she needed the bamboo, but she always felt that it would come in handy in

extreme cold set in, all the grass and trees on the mountain would freeze

down hundreds of bamboo stalks, and also dug up a dozen old bamboo roots,

also pulled up wild grass, fruit seedlings,

so instead of cutting off the branches, she threw the whole trees into Arcadia, where they

would have wanted to keep going. She was exhausted to the point of

keep up appearances, and then drove the assault

and came running out, her face full of pride, "Stella, I went to

her in, "Did you

I sold

"Wow, our Rosie is

jumped up in joy, "My brother also

cartoon for Rosie to watch. But she noticed scratches

hurt, "While I was eating candy, someone suddenly rushed over

frowned, "Your candy

of my mouth." Rosie's eyes filled with tears, "That person's hands were so dirty, and he smelled bad. He