When Jiang An returned to the cool and pleasant indoor environment, she realized that she was already drenched in sweat and looked utterly disheveled.
The sticky sweat clung tightly to his skin, like a suffocating film, making it almost unbearable for Jiang An to smell the strong odor of sweat all over him.
So she took a step and rushed to the bathroom as fast as she could.
After entering the bathroom, Jiang An quickly turned on the shower and let the warm water wash over her body.
This shower was less of a cleansing experience and more of a fierce battle against sweat.
In a rush, she completed this simple yet crucial "battle bath".
Immediately afterwards, Jiang An skillfully grabbed the sweat-soaked undergarments and threw them into the washing machine next to her without hesitation.
Speaking of this washing machine, it's a treasure that Jiang An just bought from a player yesterday.
That seller was no ordinary person; he was a formidable individual with exceptional abilities.
Back in the previous area, this player was already famous and renowned.
Not only that, her luck was so good that it made people envious and jealous - just yesterday, she was lucky enough to open a box and find a washing machine blueprint that was unique in the current 1632 area, and it was an extremely advanced fully automatic washing machine!
When Jiang An learned of this news, he did not hesitate at all and immediately placed an order to reserve one.
After all, washing clothes was just too much of a chore for her.
Especially in today's sweltering heat, even the slightest movement will cause a torrent of sweat to flow from every corner of the body like a burst dam.
As for the unpleasant smell of sweat, there's no need to elaborate.
However, it would be a grave mistake to think that Jiang An would back down because of the grime or the smell of blood on his body. Even when he was in the muddy rainforest, fighting fierce and brutal animals, and covered in blood, Jiang An never uttered a single complaint.
However, in another situation, the situation is completely different.
Given certain conditions and opportunities, people naturally want to improve their living conditions.
While the washing machine was humming and working diligently, Jiang Anke didn't have a moment to rest.
She hurried to the breeding room and began to work methodically.
First, she collected the fresh eggs laid by the hens that day into her storage ring.
Afterwards, she tirelessly fed and watered the poultry and livestock, and carefully cleaned up all kinds of garbage that were generated every day.
Thanks to the semi-automated farming model, the whole process progressed very quickly.
Just five minutes later, Jiang An successfully completed this series of operations.
The next area to be tended is the planting area.
For Jiang An, these daily tasks have become a fixed routine that she must go through every day.
Just then, a crisp notification sound rang out—"Ding!"
It turned out someone had sent a message. Jiang An reached out and tapped the screen, discovering that the message was sent by Tian Qing.
Tian Qing then asked, "An Meizi, who did you choose as your relative today?"
Faced with this question, Jiang An remained calm and composed, without the slightest ripple.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she replied with a short and concise message: "My mother passed away from illness long before I participated in this game!"
Upon seeing this message, Tian Qing's brows furrowed tightly, her lips trembled slightly, and she finally let out a long sigh: "Alas—" This sigh seemed to carry the endless helplessness and sorrow in her heart.
She shook her head, muttering to herself, "To be honest, I really don't know whether to envy you or something else... Anyway, in my situation, I have no right to choose! It's all decided by that damn survival game's random selection! Who could have imagined things would turn out like this? How can we sever ties with our blood relatives?" As she spoke the last few words, Tian Qing's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels, carrying a hint of barely suppressed anger and resentment.
After a pause, Tian Qing continued, "The survival game chose my 63-year-old father, whose health has always been poor... and my mother..."
At this point, Tian Qing could no longer control her emotions, and tears welled up in her eyes like a burst dam.
She sobbed, her voice broken and intermittent, as if every word was uttered with all her might.
At this moment, Jiang An listened quietly to the voice call coming through the screen, without offering any words of comfort or interrupting.
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