It took humans several hundred years to popularize electricity, but in an instant, it was destroyed and humanity returned to the dark primitive society.
This is not the most terrifying thing.
After the sun erupted, it seemed to enter a period of weakness. The giant fireball on which humans depend for survival visibly darkened.
The whole world fell into a low temperature of minus fifty or sixty degrees on average within three days. The entire blue planet was frozen, entering an extremely cold doomsday.
More than 90% of species faced extinction.
Animals, plants, food, and lower buildings, etc., were all frozen under blizzards and ice layers!!
Humans faced an unprecedented racial disaster!
From then on, a sip of water and a pack of instant noodles became extremely precious.
A lighter and a piece of dry firewood could make people fight for their lives.
...
Lin Shi returned to his room, thought for a moment, opened the safe, and took out an unremarkable bowl.
The surface of this bowl is uneven, the color is dull and inconspicuous, and there is a notch at the edge.
If taken out and squatted by the roadside, one can beg on the spot.
But Lin Shi knows that this is a magical treasure with its own space.
It needs specific things to be opened or repaired.
What is the most important thing after the doomsday?
It's supplies!
It's supplies that can be carried with you and not be snatched away by others!
In his previous life, he only repaired the cornucopia by chance in the eighth year of the extremely cold doomsday and obtained a space.
Unfortunately, at that time, the supplies found were not even enough to fill his stomach, let alone store.
As long as he opens the space in advance in this life and hoards supplies, combined with the survival experience of the previous life, he can live better than everyone else in the doomsday.
Now the first thing he has to do is open the cornucopia.
And the thing needed to open it is in the antique market in the south of the city.
Lin Shi found a backpack, put the cornucopia in it, and went out with the backpack on his back.
When he went downstairs and saw a breakfast shop, Lin Shi remembered that he hadn't had breakfast yet.
He was used to going hungry in the doomsday. He often couldn't find food for two or three days and could only eat some snow to resist hunger.
Lin Shi walked into the breakfast shop and had a sumptuous breakfast in a hurry.
After eating, according to the memories of his previous life and with the help of navigation, he drove to the antique stall market in the south of the city.
In the early morning, there were hundreds of stalls on a street in the antique market, and it was bustling with people coming and going.
In his previous life, it was here that Lin Shi and Zhao Xiao dug up the key item to repair the cornucopia - a special pattern ancient coin.
The most common thing in the antique market is ancient coins.
There are ancient coins on almost every stall, and they are in piles of hundreds.
After searching for two hours, Lin Shi still hadn't found that special pattern ancient coin.
His eyes were somewhat solemn.
Just now he inquired. This antique market only gathers and sets up stalls on Sunday mornings.
And every time the stall owners who come to set up stalls are not fixed.
This is undoubtedly bad news.
If the stall owner who has that special ancient coin only set up a stall here on the day of the doomsday, wouldn't he have to wait until the extremely cold doomsday to look for it?
In another hour or two, the stalls on this street will be closed. If he can't find it, he can only come back next weekend and try his luck.
"Huh..."
Exhaling a breath, Lin Shi calmed down and continued to look for the next stall.
"Lin Shi?"
A familiar voice sounded from the side and back.
Lin Shi raised his eyelids, and a flash of killing intent passed through his clear eyes.
Lin Shi would never forget this voice even in his dreams.
Zhao Xiao, Lin Shi's classmate and friend from junior high school to high school, a person who betrayed him after eight years of hardships in the doomsday.
Suppressing the killing intent in his eyes, Lin Shi turned around and said in surprise: "Zhao Xiao? Why are you here?"
Zhao Xiao, wearing the uniform of a city management officer, walked up and patted Lin Shi on the shoulder.
"I still want to ask why you are here? Why? Does the top student actually want to play with antiques?"
Zhao Xiao said jokingly. Looking at Lin Shi's handsome face and expensive clothing, a flash of jealousy that was hard to detect passed through his eyes.
Lin Shi, who had lived one more life than Zhao Xiao, noticed this jealousy and a cold light flashed in his eyes. So Zhao Xiao had been dissatisfied with him at this time in his previous life.
Zhao Xiao was a temporary worker at the city management bureau. It was not strange for him to appear here.
He quietly brushed off Zhao Xiao's hand on his shoulder and said casually, "I have nothing to do on the weekend. I heard there are many antiques here, so I came to have a look."
Zhao Xiao secretly laughed. He had been working nearby for a year and knew that this street was full of fakes.
There were many people who came with the idea of finding treasures, but hardly one could really find something valuable in a year.
Last time, there was a reckless young man who was cheated of hundreds of thousands and came to make trouble.
But he wouldn't tell Lin Shi these things. He wished Lin Shi would be deceived. After all, Lin Shi was not short of money.
On the surface, the relationship still had to be maintained. Otherwise, how could he cheat this sucker?
Zhao Xiao said with a smile, "There are many fakes here, but there are also real ones. Half a year ago, an old man spent 200 yuan here and found a real Han Dynasty antique and sold it for 500,000!"
A normal nineteen-year-old young man would be excited when hearing this. Even those who originally just came to have a look casually would want to buy two things and try.
Lin Shi didn't show any expression on his face but sneered in his heart. How come he didn't realize how insidious Zhao Xiao was before?
He nodded at Zhao Xiao and said, "Then I have to take a good look."
At this time, there was a commotion not far away. Many people gathered around. Driven by curiosity, Lin Shi also walked over. Seeing the crowd was congested, Zhao Xiao shouted, "Make way! Make way! City management is on duty!"
The crowd indeed made a way. Lin Shi took the opportunity to walk to the front.
A young man in his twenties and sixes was extremely excited. Holding an ancient coin, he was spitting and talking excitedly, "Old man! I took it for appraisal yesterday. This is just a modern handicraft! New!! You actually sold it for 100,000 yuan each. Refund! You must refund me today!!"
The stall owner was an old man over seventy years old. Wearing coarse cloth clothes, his wrinkled face, which had endured years, was now twisted together. "This is really a family heirloom of mine!"
"What kind of crappy treasure is this? Will you refund or not? If you don't refund, I will call the police!"
The onlookers all had an expression of watching a good show. Including Zhao Xiao, who leaned close to Lin Shi's ear and said, "This kind of thing happens here once every few months. In the past, this kid would have been beaten up for sure."
There is a rule in the antique world that once you buy something, you can't return it. But obviously, this young man either really doesn't know or is pretending not to know and insists on returning it.
When Lin Shi saw the ancient coin in the young man's hand, his pupils suddenly shrank! It was the ancient coin that could open the cornucopia!
The old man trembled and said with a bitter face, "This is really a family heirloom. It has been passed down since my great-grandfather's time. Young man, I am not lying to you!"
The onlookers' eyes flashed with contempt. This old man pretended quite well. Since the young man had gone for appraisal, could a real one be appraised as fake?
Lin Shi took a deep breath and walked up to the young man. With a hint of curiosity, he asked, "Can I take a look?"