In this small room, Wang Ziyan's family occupies four places.
The remaining eight people are Qian Fang’s mother and grandfather, Lan Xinyou’s brother and sister, Hu Dexu’s grandmother and father, and Qiao Haibo’s parents.
Their remaining relatives were not so lucky.
The better ones will fall ill and die before the end of the world.
Most of them died after the end of the world due to various reasons.
There were no beds in the house. Everyone just laid a mat on the floor and slept side by side.
When Qian Fang and others pushed open the door and came in.
Elderly people with light sleep were awakened directly from their dreams.
The old people smiled when they saw their grandchildren coming in.
Qian Fang's grandfather's teeth have almost all fallen out.
He has a head full of silver hair and his originally plump figure has become as thin as a stick in recent years.
Seeing the way forward, Qian Jinan felt relieved.
Fortunately, today is another day when everyone returns safely.
He pointed to a few places on the side and asked them to take a rest.
Qian Fang waved at him without saying anything, and used his eyes to signal Qiao Haibo, the last one to close the door.
Hu Dexu walked to the only window in the room, pulled it tight, and covered it with a cloth that had been washed until it turned white.
After doing all this, Qian Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Let Lan Xinyuo and Wang Ziyan wake everyone up from their sleep.
Lan Xinyuo's sister rubbed her sleepy eyes and woke up from her sleep.
The person who came into view was his own sister.
She happily threw herself into Lan Xinyou's arms and whispered, "Sister, you're back~"
Lan Xinyou rubbed her little head lovingly and nodded lightly: "Yeah, I'm back."
The younger sister opened her mouth, wanting to say something to her elder sister.
But Lan Xinyuo put her finger on her lips and hushed her softly.
"Shh, Nannan, don't talk."
Lan Xinnan immediately pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.
At this time, everyone woke up one after another.
Everyone looked at the sneaky older kids in front of them in confusion.
They looked at them and asked, what exactly happened?
How could everyone be suddenly woken up from their sleep?
Qian Fang and everyone else woke up, and he asked several psychics to check the windows and doors.
After confirming that there was no problem, they looked at each other and Qian Fang spoke.
"Listen to me, from now on, no matter what you hear or see, don't make a sound. Got it?"
His focus fell on the two children.
Lan Xinyou's younger brother and sister are 10 and 6 years old respectively. They are still young and cannot control their emotions in time.
So this is mainly said to them.
Lan Xinnan and her brother nodded obediently: "Yeah, we get it."
Both children lowered their voices.
Obviously they also realized that something was wrong.
After saying this, Qian Fang and others simultaneously took out several boxes of self-heating rice from their clothes.
They distributed it to everyone in turn.
Everyone held the self-heating rice in their hands with their eyes wide open.
Wang Ziyan's grandfather looked at the production date with a deep gaze.
2023....
How can something from 100 years ago still exist?
Where on earth did these children find food from a hundred years ago?
Whether it is expired or not is not a question that Wang Ziyan’s grandfather considers.
Because there is no way that things from 100 years ago still exist.
And judging from the packaging, these self-heating rice are still very new.
Unlike him, no one else paid attention to the production date on it.
They just touched the self-heating rice boxes in their hands in surprise and disbelief.
How many years...
How many years...
They haven't eaten rice...
Qian Fang's grandfather touched the box of self-heating rice with affection.
After touching it for a while, the cold box still retained the warmth of his hands.
With trembling hands, he stuffed the self-heating rice into Qian Fang's hands.
"Xiao Fang, Grandpa is old, so I won't eat this rice. You can keep it for yourself. You've worked hard outside, so you should eat more."
Qian Fang almost cried because of his grandfather's words. He held the old man's wrinkled hands tightly and spoke in a firm tone.
"Grandpa, you must eat. Not only today, but every day from now on I will let you eat rice."
Everyone who originally wanted to follow Qian Fang's grandfather's example and hand the self-heating rice to their own psychic users paused slightly.
What does this mean?
At this time, Wang Ziyan's grandfather spoke.
"Zi Yan, Fang Zi, what's going on? I saw the production date on the self-heating rice is over 100 years ago."
Upon hearing this, everyone lowered their heads and found the production date.
Seeing this, several adults were puzzled.
Yes, how could something from over 100 years ago be preserved to this day and still look so new?
Qian Fang chuckled and said, "Master, don't worry about it. We will tell you slowly after dinner."
He and Wang Ziyan have been together for two years, and he has long since changed his way of addressing Wang Ziyan's grandfather to "Grandpa".
When he said that, everyone was still a little nervous.
I still feel a little reluctant. Why would these useless people eat such a precious thing?
Just save it for the kids.
"Well, I ate a piece of compressed biscuit today, so I'm not hungry yet. Why don't you have it, Xuzi?"
Hu Dexu's grandmother patted her stomach, indicating that she was not hungry, and left the self-heating rice for her grandson.
Hu Dexu said with a stern face: "No, grandma, you all must eat, everyone must eat!"
Lan Xinyuo lost her patience when she saw how hesitant everyone was.
She quickly took the self-heating rice from everyone.
"Humph, if you don't eat it, I will."
As she spoke, she asked Wang Ziyan to help her unpack.
Wang Ziyan curled her lips and understood immediately.
He also mumbled, "I'll eat too. Humph."
The two of them quickly opened the packaging of self-heating rice.
Putting the heating bag at the bottom of the bowl, Lan Xinyuo used her water element to make the water cover the heating bag.
Soon, all twelve servings of self-heating rice began to heat up automatically.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone held the steaming hot self-heating rice and looked at the crystal clear and round rice inside, feeling heartbroken.
Wang Ziyan's grandmother sniffed her nose, shed tears, and carefully scooped a spoonful of rice into her mouth.
That warm feeling is exactly what I recall.
Chewing gently, the soft and sweet rice captured all her thoughts.
One bite after another, I couldn't bear to stop.
Everyone was very quiet, completely immersed in it.
Only Lan Xinnan...
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