A truckload of solar panels, along with the power supply facilities, cost a whopping 100,000 yuan.

These monocrystalline silicon solar panels have a lifespan of up to 25 years and can meet the electricity needs of our family in the future.

I used to worry that placing them in the courtyard would affect the land for planting, but now these building materials have perfectly solved the problem I was concerned about.

Setting up these solar panels on top of stacked stone slabs and wooden materials couldn't be better.

Everything is installed and the final payment is made, under the puzzled gaze of the driver.

"You want to set up panels in this place? I really don't know what you're thinking," he said.

I ignored his question and continued to contact the truck behind, which was carrying food supplies.

In the face of the apocalypse, I can't take care of everyone. All I can do is ensure the safety of my family with everything I have.

My parents stared in amazement at the truck full of supplies.

Rice, noodles, oil, you name it. All kinds of seasonings are available.

The most abundant are the cans.

Canned luncheon meat, beef...

And compressed dry rations.

As for water, it's not necessary. We have a well at home, a deep well naturally filtered.

"Xiaoyi! What are you planning to do?" my mother exclaimed.

"Let's move things first, we'll talk later," I smiled at her.

The three of us spent the whole afternoon moving things around, and at night, my father sent my mother away.

"Speak up!"

He rolled up a dry cigarette for himself.

The crimson cigarette flickered, and thick smoke rose.

I told him the truth, without missing a single word.

He didn't show much change after listening, just sighed heavily:

"This day has finally come."

I looked at him in surprise.

"Our ancestors said that without virtue, calamity will befall us. Look at people today..."

My father shook his head, took a puff of smoke, and said again:

"What do you plan to do?"

"I want to bring Uncle Wang over," I said.

Uncle Wang is not only my father's fellow townsman but also his comrade-in-arms. The two have a deep friendship.

His son, Wang Qiang, and I grew up together, wearing split pants. During the time I was away, Wang Qiang has been taking care of my parents.

With the apocalypse approaching, I can't just watch Uncle Wang and his family suffer.

My father patted my shoulder with relief after hearing this.