She lay sprawled on the ground for an unknown amount of time until she was able to get up and drag her limp body into the RV.

She looked exhausted, her T-shirt was so faded it was unrecognizable, and her sweat-soaked clothes were now dry. Her clothes and head were covered in mud.

Step into the bathroom, take off your dirty clothes, turn on the shower, and let the water wash over your body from top to bottom.

The sore body gradually relaxed in the warm water. Like a withered branch soaked in water, it slowly stretched out, feeling refreshed.

I took a good shower and cleaned myself up before leaving the bathroom.

I sat on the sofa, sipping a cup of vanilla taro ball milk tea. The warm, rich flavor spread in my mouth, warming me all the way down my throat to my heart. (^ω^)

The sweet milk tea soothed her tired and restless heart, and her bad mood calmed down in the warm sweetness.

It seems there's nothing a cup of milk tea can't fix. One cup isn't enough, so try two! ╮(￣▽￣)╭

Having reflected on myself and summarized my mistakes, I know I need to proceed with caution and prudence from now on. Having more space doesn't mean I shouldn't think things through; the current environment is the worst place for reckless actions.

I almost got caught in there; just thinking about it gives me chills.

Li Xiao pondered as she sipped her milk tea.

She needs to rest properly; her body is still aching from overexertion and she needs time to recover. She's worried about damaging her health and making it impossible to recover, which would be a real problem. Sacrificing herself for a few supplies would be truly infuriating.

Thinking back to her frantic collection and release of stones, Li Xiao still felt a chill. The thought of the zombies swarming in like locusts sent shivers down her spine and gave her goosebumps.

I can't be so reckless and careless next time; my life is more important.

The grain outside was ready to be harvested, but I didn't have time to tend to it, so it just grew in the field unattended. It wouldn't spoil if I didn't harvest it; it would just grow older and older until it sprouted seeds.

With gathering supplies being the top priority, there's not much time for other things. It's time to tidy up; it's not right to let our crops go to waste just for the sake of supplies from outside.

It's just that I'm thinking some things can no longer be produced, and it would be a waste to let them go to waste. I can keep them and use them myself or sell them, right?

It's good to get things organized now, so that I can collect supplies during the day and do some work in the space at night without any problems.

Well, after planning her time, she intended to start working after finishing her meal.

Braised pork belly, stir-fried bok choy, and a bowl of chicken soup—a good way to nourish myself. We finished it all quickly; after all that effort, my stomach was completely empty.

That sounds good, but it's not the case. Initially, we used machines for harvesting, but later, after learning to use mental energy, we've been using it ever since. Today, when I tried to use my mental energy, I discovered it's unusable!

＼(◎o◎)／

Forget that you have a headache. Oh well, I'll just have to use the old method.

We walked to the small house where the machines were kept; they were all parked inside.

The combine harvester was driven out, and the harvest was quickly completed. The straw from the field was bundled up and piled high next to the house. We didn't know what to do with it, and we couldn't just throw it away, so we just left it there.

After preparing the rice, she went to operate the machine to plow the fields. Now she's just like a real farmer, capable of doing everything.

It was all thanks to the advice I had received from the old farmer beforehand; a delicate young girl like me wouldn't know how to do this.

I pondered this for a long time. I knew absolutely nothing about farming, and you can't just do it casually.

If you don't take good care of it, it can leave you with nothing.

The planting time, water, sunlight, soil, and fertilizer requirements for each crop are different, and not everyone can do the work of a farmer.

Why do we say that farmers work hard? They get up early to work in the morning and don't return home until dark. The saying "the sweat drips onto the soil" is not just a casual remark.

Those are all physical jobs: transplanting rice seedlings, fertilizing, weeding, harvesting... all of which require hands-on work and physical strength.

Even though everything is now mechanized, it still takes effort and time.

Only by doing it yourself can you understand how hard farmers work and how precious food is.

She still uses machines; if she were to do it herself, she wouldn't be able to do even a little bit each day.

It's so tiring; bending over to plant rice seedlings is really exhausting. Three or four seedlings are pinched together to form one plant, then inserted into the paddy field. After each plant, space them about 20cm apart before planting the next. Several seedlings form a row, then, facing the first plant, place the second row about 15cm apart… Once the paddy field is planted, it looks neat and orderly, with rows and rows of seedlings.

At first, she couldn't plant much by herself, so she managed to cultivate about one acre of land.

She was exhausted from working on such a small plot of land. Transplanting rice seedlings was so hard on her back that she could barely straighten up at the end.

It was only then that she realized food wasn't so delicious, and that wasting food was truly despicable.

Later, she ate everything clean, but that's another story. She also has to thank the farm work; it even cured her of being a picky eater.

However, in this post-apocalyptic world, there's no such thing as being picky about food. There's nothing to eat, so what's there to be picky about? Do you want to starve to death?

To be sentimental at this point is to have no desire to live.

Later, I found it too tiring, so I bought a machine, which made things much easier. I didn't want to exhaust myself just from processing some food.

Looking at the fruits of my labor, I always feel a great sense of accomplishment. After all, it's the result of my own hard work; I've put in the physical effort and sweat. If I do a good job, I can eat an extra bowl of rice. (*???*)

After harvesting the rice, we'll go harvest the vegetables.

The tomatoes, green peppers, cucumbers, green beans, loofahs... all hung heavily on the trellises in the field. Only a few of each were planted; more wouldn't be enough to eat. The few plants yielded a good harvest, and the ones in the space were growing well too. The trellises were set up, and they were allowed to climb freely. There were also chives, corn, bok choy, radishes... all lush and green, and watermelon and cantaloupe vines climbed everywhere nearby.

Red and green fruits hung heavily among the green leaves, each one glistening with moisture and temptingly shiny.

Although it was tiring, the joy of the achievement was irreplaceable.

We harvested baskets of fruits and vegetables and piled them on the shelves next to the RV. We've already harvested several batches; if we keep harvesting, we won't be able to eat them all, so we'll just have to leave them. They won't spoil, but they take up space, and since the shelves are full, we have to put them on the ground.

Let's keep changing the varieties. This time, let's plant some spinach, cauliflower, potatoes, eggplant, garlic, and lettuce. It's good to have more varieties to eat.

Prepare the land, sow the seeds, cover them with soil, and water them. Potatoes are a bit more troublesome; you need to make ridges, put the potatoes with sprouts into the ridges, and then cover them with soil.

Instead of simply digging a hole and planting it, you need to first create ridges and leave a furrow in the middle.

It was several hours later when everything was finished, and I had no idea what time it was. I didn't care anymore; I'd rest when I got tired and eat when I got hungry. I just kept busy in this space, stopping and starting as needed.

She was unaware of the zombie riot that broke out near the market after she escaped.

The zombies were restless and howling, and for some reason they hadn't left the area around the market.

This terrified the people searching for supplies in the surrounding area, who quickly moved away from the area.

These were things that Li Xiao was unaware of.