On the seventh day after the rain stopped, the water level began to drop.
Yu Xifeng skewered more than a hundred fish balls on bamboo sticks that day.
She thought about going out for a walk to see if she could get some more supplies.
Her exercise seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Although her nutrition was adequate, her weight increased instead of decreased.
Yu Xifeng pinched the flesh on his arm.
It feels solid, not soft.
She walked around the space and took out six or seven eggs from a simple chicken coop built with a cardboard box.
That’s about three days’ supply.
Now she grows cabbage, onion, basil, and pepper in her space, and fruits include watermelon, durian, coconut, and mangosteen.
The raw poultry included fish, shrimp and two chickens.
There is sufficient rice and flour, but the flower bed area is limited, so Yu Xifeng has no plans to grow rice and wheat for the time being.
As for live poultry, Yu Xifeng wants to raise some more to expand the product category.
There are also fertilized chicken eggs, duck eggs and goose eggs in her space, as well as a small egg incubator.
However, the number of living things in the space has reached its limit. If we want to continue expanding it, we have to find a way to get some more antiques.
The last time I went out was to lure Ma Tian out, and the villa area was not fully explored.
Yu Xifeng planned to wait until after the New Year, when the water had not completely receded and the wind was calm, to go out and look for a few days before coming back.
Before the New Year, the authorities repaired the signal station and mobile phone signals were restored.
It is not an Internet signal, but only receives broadcasts monotonously, similar to a radio.
It starts at 7pm every day and repeats at 8am and 2pm.
Because most households have no electricity supply, a high-decibel loudspeaker was hung in the community.
The speaker had a reverberation from the current microphone, and the sound was not clear and was intermittent.
Yu Xifeng had heard of this in his previous life.
In this life, Yu Xifeng has a generator that is enough to provide daily power for his mobile phone, so he doesn't squeeze in the corridor.
Authorities are arranging for survivors to be evacuated from shelters in batches.
The authorities are working hard to organize the establishment of a new home.
We will also provide some emergency plans for unexpected situations on the radio.
The other side.
Yang Rong and his family have been living in the shelter for more than a month.
Their house was badly damaged in the rainstorm, and even now that the rain has stopped, it is still submerged in water, making it impossible for them to move back.
Paper money is not accepted in the shelter, and you need to exchange contribution points for anything you want.
If you want to rent a kayak to find Yu Xifeng, you can only follow the volunteers and do the work obediently.
Yang Silong went there for a day, complained about being tired and refused to go again.
Xu Qingrou and her daughter were used to being spoiled, and they had no strength in their hands, so they went to apply for the job but failed.
Even if they didn't do the hard labor, just staying in the shelter was enough to make them endure.
There are always people arguing, swearing, and snoring in the shelter day and night.
There was a mixture of various smells, and the ground was intertwined with mud brought in from outside, making every minute and every second unbearable.
Yang Sizhu was dreaming again.
In the dream, the whole family lived in the house.
The house is not big, but it has everything, including a kitchen, bedroom, living room and dining room.
It's raining outside the window.
Waves rolled up on the water surface, and Yang Sizhu saw that she was holding a bowl of hot soup in her hand.
There is snow-white fish meat floating in the soup, with sweet potato noodles cooked inside, and a fried golden egg underneath the noodles.
A very filling bowl.
Yang Sizhu seemed to smell something delicious and her saliva started to water unconsciously.
She hasn't had a good meal for more than a month.
Every day I had a bowl of porridge, which was made by diluting compressed biscuits with vegetable soup, and a lot of other things were added to it to increase the volume.
Yang Sizhu found flies and the legs of unknown arthropods in her food more than once.
The taste is weird.
Compared with the porridge with unknown ingredients, this bowl of fish soup noodles is undoubtedly a delicacy.
Yang Sizhu wanted to eat, but herself in the dream put down the bowl and turned her gaze to Yu Xifeng who was standing beside her.
Yu Xifeng had a wound on his face and stared at the soup in her hand with envy.
In her hand was a clear soup with vegetable leaves floating in it.
"This fish is an irritant. You are injured and eating this is not good for your recovery. Xiao Yu, I have made bone soup for you. Drink this."
It's mother's voice.
I guess it was something my mother left specially for Yu Xifeng.
Feeling a vague sense of hunger in her body, Yang Sizhu swallowed and wanted to swallow in big gulps.
As if it was cut apart, in the dream, 'Yang Sizhu' only tasted two bites.
When he picked up the bowl, he knocked it over because it was too hot.
Yang Sizhu completely lost interest in eating.
'She' got up and left.
Behind her, Yu Xifeng squatted on the ground, picking up the fish vermicelli on the ground with chopsticks and putting it into the bowl.
…
Yang Sizhu opened her eyes and woke up.
She stared at the dark ceiling, her stomach cramping with hunger.
She inexplicably felt that the life in her dreams was the life she should live.
Where is Yu Xifeng? Where is she now?
Did she live in that small but well-equipped house, leading a frugal but comfortable life?
Not sure if it was because of hunger or jealousy, Yang Sizhu felt a sour feeling in her throat.
It shouldn't be like this.
How could Yu Xifeng live better than me?
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
This year-end is unprecedentedly bleak.
It's still a mess outside.
I heard that a group of people were arrested and shot in the square. They were the same people who committed the crime in Linfu before.
There were some festive music playing on the radio, and in addition to the news, there were also a few crosstalk programs.
For most people, this has been a very bad year.
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