After a long silence, Jiang Youwei finally remembered the purpose of the stick. It was the beast-transformation agent stored in the refrigerator. Suddenly, she realized that she did have one left unused. She searched through her room until she finally found the empty box in an unassuming corner. Unfortunately, she had already disposed of the contents as trash.
"What is the use of this thing? Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. I'll give it to that guy later and let him think about it!" She quickly thought of a solution, and by the way, she also found the whereabouts of the opened box of drinks.
Jiang Youwei approached this trip with a picnic-like mentality. If the young man had already left, she, who rarely went out, would be left feeling disheveled for a long time. So before leaving the city, she strolled through the shopping district and packed up a lot of dried fruit and meat. These were the only heavily processed items available in the shopping district, and they were quite expensive. While the prices of state-controlled items like threshed rice and frozen meat remained relatively stable, they had generally increased by 20% and were still subject to purchase restrictions, so she filled another half bag of rice.
Maybe it would be a good idea to stock up on some canned goods. She noticed a wide variety of canned goods still on the shelves. People these days don't seem to like these antiques anymore. Thanks to the popularity of food processors, many simple foods like canned goods can be made directly using 3D printing, and the texture and flavor are quite good. After learning that there's no purchase limit on these items, she called Huang Xiaohong over the communicator: "Buy as much as you can, and it's best if you can take it all away!"
Huang Xiaohong's thought was, "These canned foods are heavy and taste terrible! A food processor is more than enough!"
"What should we do after the power outage? Eat synthetic food every day? And it might be a hard compressed version!" Jiang Youwei retorted.
Finally, they took away a trunk full of canned food of all kinds of flavors: "Don't eat them secretly when you go back, this is our family's food reserve!"
Jiang Youwei waved goodbye to her on the side of the road, carrying a large bag of things, and also took two cans of yellow peaches.
"The situation is getting worse!" As she was walking out of the city, she found that no one had come to repair the road that was damaged several days ago. The collapsed street lights and electric poles were simply moved to the side of the road.
Although there were still many military vehicles parked on the road out of the city, no one came to check on them along the way. These days, everyone knows that mutants are dangerous, not humans, at least humans are not that dangerous.
Jiang Youwei didn't know if it was an illusion, but she noticed the city's population had decreased significantly compared to a while ago, yet the online situation remained semi-controlled. "Maybe they've all fled to the countryside, or gone to stay with relatives. I feel like they were organized and taken away. No, just thinking about this conspiracy theory makes me itch!" She planned to use her "psychic sense" to investigate the surrounding situation tonight.
When Jiang Youwei slowly arrived at the old spot, she found a bonfire burning. Not only that, but there were also several people there. Seeing this scene, she began to feel apprehensive. "How about next time? Next time for sure?"
"Hey, what brings you here?" She heard a familiar voice, and saw a bearded young man squatting by the campfire and waving at her.
Seeing that Li Jiawen was still there, she was delighted, but the strangers around still made her a little scared, so she just stood there: "Hello, how are you? Who are they?"
"Ah, these are all homeless poor people!" He winked at the people in front of him and said, "Make way for me."
"Let me introduce you! From left to right, this is Brother Li Xiang, my cousin!"
The middle-aged man with a bitter face nodded to Jiang Youwei.
"This is Fan Yuexin, a cartoonist!"
The fat man blushed and waved his hands repeatedly: "Not really, not really, I just want to earn some money to eat!"
"This is Zhou Hua, the wife of Big Brother Li!"
The woman seemed to have been crying just now and looked at her with red eyes.
"Come here and sit here." He patted the stone slab next to him and then introduced her to the people around him: "Her name is Jiang Ling, my friend!"
When Jiang Youwei heard this, her cheeks turned slightly red. She walked towards the stone slab with as steady a pace as possible, not daring to look at the other people. She just walked there, sat down stiffly, and then stared at the campfire.
There was a moment of silence, leaving only the crackling of dry branches in the flames.
Sensing the atmosphere was a bit strange, Jiang Youwei was the first to speak: "What were you talking about before?" As she spoke, she felt her heart pounding. This was really difficult for someone with social anxiety. Although others seemed fine, only she knew the extent of the psychological pressure.
The cartoonist sitting across from him had been glancing at the girl's calves, clad in black leggings, their rounded, firm calves, just like the little figure in the painting. Hearing a voice from above, he nervously replied, "It's nothing, actually! I'm just listening to this aunt complain!"
The middle-aged man beside him froze when he heard this, then became a little angry, then softened his tone and said in a slightly serious tone: "Little girl, your aunt is just a little sad, don't take it too seriously."
"It's okay, it's okay, we will follow them to the resettlement site tomorrow!" The aunt began to sob again.
Li Jiawen leaned over and whispered to Jiang Youwei, "This couple just sent their son away today. Don't say the wrong thing."
Hearing this, Jiang Youwei probably understood what was going on. She was not stupid, she just simply hated chatting with strangers, so she changed the subject: "Have you eaten? I have some here..." She took off the bag on her back, and in the surprised eyes of the four people, she lifted the bag that looked super heavy in front of her with one hand, and stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground.
Seeing "Jiang Ling" beside him pretending to take something out, Li Wenjia suddenly thought of something: "That's right, uncle and aunt haven't eaten yet, right?" He stood up, patted her shoulder, and then found the aluminum bucket from the grass pile next to the bridge pier: "The weather is still too cold, let's have something hot!"
Just as he had done last time, he used several branches of equal length to prop up a rack, then hung the bucket over the fire and poured water into it.
Jiang Youwei, who was interrupted by "Li Jiawen", supported one arm under his head and felt a little calmer when he saw him put away the cooking utensils.
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