Zhou Yue's unintentional question made Wang Laonian's eyes dim instantly. "He fell. I've checked. It's not healed."

After saying these words, Wang Laonian wanted to go back. He needed to go back and wash his wife so she could go to bed early. "I'm going back first. My wife is still waiting at home. She'll get worried if she doesn't see me."

As Zhou Yue watched Wang Laonian's departing figure, she suddenly felt a pang of envy for his wife. She thought that when looking for a man, one should find someone like her, not someone like Xie Yuan who would abandon his wife before any major disaster even arrived.

Wang Dashan sighed, "Don't mind him, Lao Nian is just suffering. He's the only one left in the family who can move around. If I hadn't run into him just now, he was planning to carry two wardrobes over by himself."

Gu An'an, remembering something, asked a few more questions, "What exactly happened to his wife?"

This wasn't exactly a secret, so Wang Dashan started talking about it.

"Uncle Lao Nian has a son nicknamed Gou Dan. He should be eighteen this year. Fourteen years ago, there was a famine everywhere, and many people fled to our area. It was a complete mess."

"That day, most of the villagers were busy in the fields. My aunt was cooking in the house, and Gou Dan was playing at the door. Suddenly, two people rushed out and carried him away. By the time my aunt heard the noise and came out, he had already run far away."

"Auntie chased after them and shouted for help, but she was too late. Those people had already scouted the area and ran into the mountains. The donkey cart was useless. By the time the villagers caught up, Auntie had fallen into a deep ditch and was unconscious."

"The person was taken to the hospital immediately. They were saved, but their legs were crippled, and they have been bedridden for more than ten years."

"Uncle Lao Nian is several years younger than my dad, but after all this, he seems to have aged more than ten years. So it really helped you a lot to order these things from him."

Gu An'an hadn't expected that something like this had happened to Wang Laonian. She frowned and pondered, "Was his wife's leg broken or shattered?"

Wang Dashan thought for a moment and shook his head, "It was a bone fracture at the time."

A fracture? If it were just a simple fracture, it shouldn't have caused paralysis for so many years. I guess I should get it checked out when I have time.

After chatting briefly for a few more minutes, Wang Dashan left.

"An'an, how about I give him more money?"

Gu An'an shook her head, "He won't want it."

Of course, she offered a higher price when making these furniture pieces, but Wang Laonian refused, saying he didn't need that much.

Now he would never accept a gift for no reason.

After thinking it over, Zhou Yue realized that besides money, there was nothing she could do to help the other party, and she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

That evening, Gu An'an returned to her space, took out a box from the wooden house, and opened it to find gleaming silver needles inside.

Although she has irresponsible parents, her father's family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and perhaps due to genetic reasons, she has an extremely high talent in traditional Chinese medicine.

While others were still playing house, she could recite the soup recipes backwards.

Although she no longer stayed in that house, she did not give up her studies. She studied the same things in university and even found an old professor to be her teacher.

Thinking of his master, Gu An'an felt only relief that the old man had passed away a year before the apocalypse, otherwise the timid Gu An'an would definitely have been scared.

Having witnessed so much ugliness in the apocalypse, she put away the set of silver needles.

Now, perhaps it can still be used?

Anyway, if her husband finds out, he definitely won't stand idly by.

Sigh~

After tidying up, Gu An'an started harvesting another plot of land, driving the harvester, playing loud music through a megaphone, and occasionally letting out a shout.

If this image were displayed outside, the villagers would definitely adore it, but unfortunately there's no audience now.

After tidying up the grain, Gu An'an picked the ripe fruit with a basket and piled it all in the storage room.

Perhaps because she had lived through the apocalypse, Gu An'an now has a particular fondness for hoarding things, especially food and drinks; the sense of satisfaction she gets from it is indescribable.

After working for a long time, Gu An'an finally went to sleep, and it was only a little past ten o'clock. This shows how early people go to bed nowadays.

The next day.

Gu An'an went to work as usual. She guessed that the news of her getting full work points had spread. Along the way, she kept seeing people chatting and then glancing at her. She knew without a doubt that she had become the center of gossip.

Aunt Chunliu realized after a night's rest that she had been careless, waiting until Gu An'an had gone far before starting to catch up, which was the root of her failure.

Today she was ready. If Gu An'an made a move, she would make a move in return. She refused to believe that Gu An'an could lose by that much.

But reality slapped her in the face once again. Looking at Gu An'an carrying a hoe back home, and then looking at the remaining half of her field, Aunt Chunliu was truly convinced.

This girl seems to never get tired.

Little did she know how happy Gu An'an was running and lifting weights in her space every day.

Of course, she felt that God had also given her a little benefit this time she transmigrated into the book. The original owner's body made rapid progress in both physical training and other studies, and had a very strong adaptability.

When the village chief arrived, Gu An'an was just about to go back. She had sped up her work today so she could visit Wang Laonian's house during a break from everyone else's work, but she unexpectedly ran into the village chief.

"Uncle Village Chief."

The village chief smiled broadly, showing none of the seriousness he displayed towards the other educated youth. "Finished your work? Are you tired? Can you adapt?"

He actually wanted to tell Gu An'an not to work so hard, but Gu An'an shook her head and said, "I'm not tired, I can do it."

Village Chief: ...The child is so sensible, he is so happy.

"It's good that you can do it, it's good that you can do it, but you still need to pay attention to safety when you're at work."

After a brief chat, the village chief went to attend to his business. Gu An'an returned the hoe and headed towards Wang Laonian's house. Wang Laonian's house was an adobe house with a patch of open land in the yard. Recently, Wang Laonian had been busy making furniture and hadn't had time to tidy it up, so it looked somewhat abandoned.

Gu An'an called out twice, and a weak female voice came from inside the house, "Who is it? The door isn't locked, come in yourself."

Walking straight in, Gu An'an passed through the main room filled with tools and timber, and stood at the door. The door was not closed, and the windows were also closed. It was a bit dark inside, but Gu An'an was still startled when her eyes met the woman's.