The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443

If Zeph had been sent out to look for it, the herbs were probably rare, maybe even close to extinct under these conditions.

Nicole had always believed in preparing ahead. She looked at him, waiting.

Zeph fell silent.

He didn’t remember. Herbal medicine wasn’t exactly his area of expertise. Most of the plant names were a mouthful, and the professor was there to identify them. They were only responsible for the escort/

Ten years was a long time. Faces blurred, let alone obscure plant names.

“I don’t remember what they’re called,” he said. “But if I see them, I might recognize them.”

Nicole was speechless.

Well, that was…reassuring.

Oh, well. They would deal with it when the time came.

She had air filters and masks. If it came to it, she would rely on diet, anything that could support the lungs and liver. It might be enough to get through.

“Did you get sick back then?” she asked.

Zeph nodded. “Later on. I was in better shape than most. Held out for two months before the medicine showed up.

A chill crept up her spine. “Did you…cough up lung tissue?”

Not wanting to scare her, Zeph paused before answering. “No.”

Their instincts had been right. The extreme heat was ending. The temperature dropped day by day.

When it fell to 113 degrees, Nicole finally felt like she had stepped out of a torture chamber.

Poppy and Cola were the same.

Everyone seemed more alive, no longer drenched in sweat from morning to night.

The resettlement site was cleared out. Some people were sent to work under the agricultural institute, building new shelters and planting crops. The rest were moved to Pinewood to take part in reconstruction.

Food and lodging were provided. The shelters were basic, but they came with ration wages and monthly points.

It wasn’t enough to feel full, but it kept people going. Reconstruction meant hope.

With the refugees gone, Oakhaven Gardens could finally breathe.

As the temperature kept dropping, people who had endured 140-degree heat now found 113 almost comfortable. They threw themselves back into planting.

No one knew what would come next. The only option was to store as much food as possible.

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After thinking it over, Alex went to see Zeph.

“You and Nicole know your way around things. Some of the residents have run into problems I can’t solve. I was hoping you might have some connections.”

Zeph stayed polite. “What do you need?”

“Ever since the ocean got contaminated by that ancient virus, no one dares touch seafood. But we can’t go without salt.”

Alex went on, “In this heat, people sweat constantly. The loss of salt is serious. A lot of households are already running low.”

Without salt, it wasn’t just about taste. The body couldn’t function properly.

Milder cases meant fatigue and dizziness. Worse cases brought nausea, vomiting, and reduced urination. Severe cases could lead to shock.

Once the government warned against contaminated sea salt, opportunistic traders began hoarding supplies. Prices shot up. A single pound of salt now cost ten pounds of grain.

It was expensive, but manageable if rationed carefully.

The problem was, sellers weren’t letting go. They held onto their stock, releasing only small amounts to drive prices higher.

Alex had gone through several middlemen, even lowering himself to negotiate, but none of them agreed.

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