Chapter Sixty-One: People from the Village
Even if the money wasn't enough to repay the debt of gratitude, the sister's act of braved the heavy rain to pick up Aunt Mei before the apocalypse was still very kind. She even accepted the two children Aunt Mei brought without hesitation.
Her sister had also prepared supplies and equipment for them to survive the extreme cold. Although Xiao Mo eventually returned those supplies with what she had obtained that night, could the kindness shown in saving their lives on that frigid night be so easily repaid?
Of course, Mu Qingrong didn't mean to coerce her into repaying the favor. He just felt bad for his sister because of Aunt Mei's attitude.
"Cooking!" Mu Qingyu sighed softly, "How about I try my best? You can just forget about it." At least, her cooking was edible, but Mu Qingrong...emmmm, it's hard to describe...
If all else fails, observe the character of the three children in Building 5. If they can change the things they did before the apocalypse, perhaps we can train their cooking skills and give them something to eat.
Of course, Mu Qingyu only thought about this in her heart for the time being and did not say it out loud.
Mu Qingrong sighed as well, realizing that they were truly powerless to do anything about it. "Alright then, starting tomorrow, we won't bother Aunt Mei anymore. I'll just tell Xiao Mo later."
Mu Qingyu noticed the change in Mu Qingrong's attitude towards Aunt Mei; she hadn't expected her younger brother to be so sensitive. Although he didn't say it aloud, Mu Qingyu roughly knew why he was angry.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but pat Mu Qingrong's head again: "It's okay, I don't mind." In her previous life, during the five years of the apocalypse, the only person who was kind to her was Mu Qingrong. She hadn't seen Aunt Mei and the others since the apocalypse.
Therefore, Mu Qingyu really didn't care much about what Aunt Mei thought of her.
Mu Qingrong frowned and pushed Mu Qingyu's hand away with displeasure: "Sister, I'm an adult now, not a kid anymore."
Ya Zai is the dog's name, and Mu Qingyu always felt that this name was better than Xiao Hei.
Tsk, it's only been a few days, and my little brother won't let me pat his head anymore. He's not cute anymore, sigh.
"Alright, stop thinking about it. We won't starve even if no one cooks. Self-heating meals are delicious, snail rice noodles are delicious, and there's also fried sauce noodles and egg yolk noodles. We can eat different things, so we'll never get tired of them," Mu Qingyu said.
Mu Qingrong thought that this made sense, so the topic was dropped.
Although it was daytime, the siblings went back inside to rest.
Mu Qingyu then went into her own space, which she hadn't been in for several days, to see what had changed.
She first went to check on the seeds she had sown earlier. The seeds had already sprouted and grown into seedlings, which looked like they would grow strong and healthy.
The water in the pool was still crystal clear. Since she couldn't bring any living creatures other than herself into the space, she couldn't test whether the water was drinkable.
So she found a container, poured water on some of the seedlings, and wanted to see how they grew after watering.
The soil was actually still moist and didn't seem to need watering, but Mu Qingyu just wanted to give it a try.
The small house still looked boundless, but the number on the door had changed to "37". To this day, Mu Qingyu still doesn't understand what the number on the door means.
The space was filled with many more items brought in this time, and Mu Qingyu spent some time reorganizing them.
There were also many ready-made dishes cooked in restaurants in the space. Mu Qingyu felt that she could now take them out and share them with her younger brother.
After so many days, Mu Qingrong had probably gleaned some of her secrets, so there was no need to be so vigilant. Mu Qingrong didn't bring up the matter further, and everyone was happy with the tacit understanding.
Five more days have passed.
The day after Mu Qingyu and her brother returned from Hanjiacun, a violent storm began to rage again. The rain was as heavy as it had been in the days leading up to the extreme cold.
The rain was heavy and the wind was strong, and the windows were rattling loudly as flying debris pounded on them.
Buildings 3 and 4 are fine so far. The glass was replaced with bulletproof glass before the apocalypse, and the drainage ditches were dug again, so only some water flooded the yard.
The other buildings next door suffered as well; the windows of many houses were smashed by debris blown up by the strong wind, and water flooded into the houses again.
There have been some changes here in the past five days.
The two sisters from Building 2 somehow ended up with the three kids from Building 5, and they decided to live together and help each other. So all five of them moved into Building 5.
Aunt Mei eventually took pity on the three children. After Mu Qingyu and her brother stopped eating at Building 4, Aunt Mei would personally deliver any extra food she made to Building 5.
So in those five days, Aunt Mei got to know the kids in Building 5 quite well.
Mu Qingrong asked Mo Huaiyu about it. Mo Huaiyu said that on this point, Aunt Mei was unusually stubborn for some reason, and he couldn't persuade her otherwise.
Aunt Mei never took much stuff, so Mo Huaiyu could only turn a blind eye.
Mu Qingrong returned and spoke for a while, but Mu Qingyu didn't show any particular reaction. She had brought Aunt Mei and the others here too early; they hadn't actually witnessed the true cruelty of the apocalypse, which was why they were so...
Mu Qingyu didn't want to deal with them anymore, but she became wary. She decided that she would still take Mu Qingrong into the city after the rain stopped.
An overly comfortable life can create illusions. Aunt Mei's saintly nature is fine, and it doesn't really matter to her anymore. But it would be terrible if Mu Qingrong were to develop a saintly demeanor due to a comfortable life.
We still need to go out and train, partly to adapt to life in the post-apocalyptic world, and partly to experience its cruelty. Only in this way can we stay vigilant and live with a sense of urgency!
The heavy rain has been falling for five days and shows no sign of stopping.
However, the good thing about the rain is that no zombies have been wandering around and bothering them these past few days. Occasionally, however, corpses are washed into the village. Fortunately, they all seem to be zombies, and there are no living corpses.
The zombies were not drowned; they were probably killed by humans beforehand, or perhaps hit on the head by strong winds and heavy rain.
When she was bored, Mu Qingyu could stand in front of the glass window and watch the corpses floating by for half a day.
That afternoon, Mu Qingyu came out of the space to train and stood at the window looking outside.
This time, I actually saw people!
Two people waded through the water into the village amidst the wind and rain!
"Xiao Rong, come look, there's someone here!" Mu Qingyu called to her younger brother.
These past few days, aside from occasionally going to chat with Mo Huaiyu, Mu Qingrong has basically been at home researching gun manufacturing. And he actually managed to make a gun!
Bullets can be made, but the problem is that there is no gunpowder to trigger firing. Even with Mu Qingrong's special ability, guns and bullets cannot be mass-produced.
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