The idea of ​​letting a human drink her blood only lasted two minutes in Zhao Xiaoxiu's mind before she abandoned it.

She ran away from the research base today out of fear, wasn't she? She was worried that she would become a guinea pig.

Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you. Your father had just told her this a few nights ago when he was telling her a scary story.

Zhao Xiaoxiu secretly resolved in her heart that she would never have such thoughts again.

evening.

Just as Zhao Xiaoxiu finished inspecting her territory on her Little Flying Hero and her feet touched solid ground, Yang Mei arrived.

The two, one big and one small, looked at each other but remained silent.

But a tacit understanding was growing between them.

Yang Mei seemed much calmer than in the morning. After a moment of silence, she took the initiative to say, "The direction of vaccine development has been clarified."

Zhao Xiaoxiu generously said, "Auntie, you can come and pick flowers anytime, but please don't harm the Green Fairy's true form."

“Okay.” Yang Mei solemnly agreed.

She didn't come here specifically to pick flowers; she just came to tell Zhao Xiaoxiu, "I will mediate the matter between Area B and the Green Field Alliance."

Zhao Xiaoxiu: "Thank you, Auntie."

Yang Mei smiled politely but with a hint of embarrassment, then had her assistant carefully pick a basket of flowers before leaving.

No sooner had they left than Zhao Gang and his two companions, who had gone out to haul bricks and tiles, returned, and the courtyard became quite lively.

Everyone worked together to unload the bricks and tiles that had been brought back and neatly stacked them in the open space between the two houses.

Zhao Xiaoxiu seized every opportunity to hand her father a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and bring him sugar water. She ran around the yard, making the Meng brothers very envious.

"I really want to have a child of my own," Meng Er sighed, leaning against the brick wall he had just built.

Granny Meng slapped him on the head. "Don't just talk the talk, if you want a child, then take action and find a partner!"

Meng Er yelled and jumped up, dodging his mother's second slap. He looked north with a somewhat aggrieved expression and muttered:

"Finding a partner isn't easy. The person you like might not like you back, and the person who likes you might not be someone you'd be interested in. It's all about fate. If that fate hasn't arrived yet, how can you find someone..."

Granny Meng rolled her eyes at him, "Alright, enough with the empty talk, you should do some more work."

Meng Er was still muttering to himself, "Even if we were destined to be together, we still wouldn't be able to have a baby as cute as Xiao Xiu."

That's true," Granny Meng nodded in agreement. Turning around, she raised an eyebrow and roared fiercely, "Get to work!"

Meng Er was on the verge of tears. He had been laying bricks and tiles all day, and now he couldn't even take a break?

Besides, isn't there another little one?

Grandma Meng ignored all that, and with a glare from her fierce eyes, Meng Er immediately obediently continued carrying bricks.

Many hands make light work. In no time, all the bricks and tiles were unloaded and stacked into a neat square.

Zhao Gang estimated that it would not only be enough to reinforce the Meng family's bungalow, but would also leave a spare brick and tile house of about 20 square meters.

"Dad, let's build a small shop at the entrance of our territory!" Zhao Xiaoxiu suggested, raising her hand.

Several adults exclaimed, "Hey!" and said, "Xiaoxiu's suggestion is good."

Zhao Gang, of course, responded to all requests and immediately added a plan to build a small shop to the planning drawings.

The adults discussed the house renovation steps again, and the next morning, the major renovation work on both houses officially began.

Meng Er drove to Taoyuan Base before dawn to pick up Yin Lan and bring her to the territory.

When Zhao Xiaoxiu got up in the morning, Zhao Gang was already at home with Xiwa, scraping the plaster off the walls.

All the uncleaned walls were scraped off, then cement mesh was hung up and the whole house was coated with cement, and finally white paint was applied.

Zhao Gang also plans to lay tiles on the ground, using old tiles that were knocked down from other abandoned houses. The tiles are of uniform size and different colors.

But he already had a series of suitable floor tile paintings in mind.

The second-floor bedroom will be done last, so Zhao Xiaoxiu doesn't need to move rooms for the time being.

Although they couldn't use their tentacles to work, with Xiwa helping out and Zhao Gang working together, they could clean the entire wall surface in a whole day.

The next day, Xiwa mixed the cement, and Zhao Gang started laying the tiles by himself.

He didn't need to make any drafts; it was as if there was an automatic program in his mind. He would pick up a tile at random and place it anywhere. Slowly, a special rotating pattern would appear on the floor of the first-floor lobby.

Zhao Xiaoxiu thought it looked like a spinning planet, with a colorful halo in the dark background, as beautiful as a work of art.

When the hall floor tiles were finished, Xiwa could hardly believe her eyes. Such a beautiful and unique pattern was just something Zhao Gang had casually laid out.

When Meng's mother and son heard Xiwa's exclamation, they came to watch. The three of them were stunned and admired Zhao Gang's artistic skills to the point of prostration.

There was no need to lay tiles in the other rooms on the first floor; instead, a new layer of cement was poured to level the ground.

After finishing tidying up the first floor, Zhao Gang began laying tiles in the second-floor rooms.

The living room was decorated with a blooming sunflower, mainly orange and yellow. Zhao Xiaoxiu thought it was very similar to Van Gogh's sunflowers, but the sunflowers her father had made looked brighter and more radiant.

The bedroom features a backdrop of various dark-toned tile fragments, with scattered colorful broken tiles of different colors. The spacing, size, and placement of these fragments all appear to be carefully designed.

Zhao Xiaoxiu could stare at it all day without getting tired of it; she absolutely loved the bedroom floor!

The other two rooms on the second floor were empty; one of them was reserved specifically for Sister Monkey to use as her den.

The room had a simple cement floor, and the empty room was the same, which made Sister Monkey very depressed and she was sullen all day long.

It also wants a nice floor!

Unfortunately, it wasn't that Zhao Gang refused to do it, but that they had run out of tile fragments.

In the end, it was Zhao Xiaoxiu who pestered Zhao Gang to help her hand-paint a realistic forest on the white wall, and only then did Sister Monkey happily carry her mattress and decide to settle down there.

Zhao Xiaoxiu's room was also covered with paintings. Zhao Gang painted nebulae that she had never seen before on the ceiling, giving her a wonderful feeling of being in space when she looked up.

Zhao Xiaoxiu only learned that her father was such a good painter during this house renovation.

Moreover, the things he drew were things she had never seen before, and her eyes sparkled when she looked at her father.

Zhao Gang was pleased with the adoration in the cub's eyes. He hummed a tune he had learned from somewhere while working, feeling quite pleased with himself.

After a full two weeks, the renovation of Zhao Xiaoxiu's home was finally completed.

The house looks much the same on the outside, but the inside has changed drastically.

The gray walls were all painted white, and the living room and master bedroom were covered with beautiful, art-like floors.

The other rooms were also paved with cement, the broken windows were replaced with complete frames and glass, and curtains were hung up.

Being there felt like stepping back into the pre-disaster era—bright and comforting.