The sky was just beginning to lighten.
The iron lump that served as the large bell in the village's brigade headquarters was struck forcefully.
"Clang—clang—clang—"
The extremely penetrating sound shattered the morning tranquility, forcefully drilling into the ears of every household.
Ruan Tang was startled awake by the jarring sound and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
She rubbed her face against Yan Yu's hot, firm chest like a cat seeking shelter, then snuggled closer to him, showing no sign of waking up.
The rain stopped in the latter half of the night, and the sky was bright and clear this morning.
But for the villagers of Jixiang Brigade, this simply meant that arduous labor was about to begin.
The torrential rain the night before flooded the wheat in the fields.
Team leader Chen Fengshan led all the able-bodied men in the village, working tirelessly for a day and two nights, and barely managed to salvage most of the harvest.
Today, we must begin the harvest.
These newly arrived educated youth should also start working now.
Yan Yu had already woken up.
He lay there quietly until the bell rang, at which point he slowly opened his eyes.
The little girl in his arms was sleeping soundly, her warm, even breaths spraying onto his chest, bringing waves of tingling, itchy sensations.
This gave him an unprecedented sense of peace.
He lowered his head and placed an incredibly gentle kiss on her smooth, full forehead.
Yan Yu quietly got up and went to the kitchen.
He only went into the bedroom again after he had placed a sumptuous breakfast on the table in the main room.
He bent down and picked up the little girl, still lying in bed, blanket and all, and coaxed her with tenderness.
"Honey, it's time to get up."
Ruan Tang mumbled a confused "hmm," her eyelids feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
She was half-carried and half-coaxed to get up by the man. After washing up, she was still in a daze when she sat down at the dining table.
A rich aroma of rice forcefully entered her nostrils, instantly awakening her dormant taste buds.
On the table was a bowl of thick, soft, and sticky spirit rice porridge, with each grain of rice plump and glistening with a lustrous sheen.
Next to it was a small plate of soup dumplings with thin skin and generous filling, a few refreshing and appetizing cold side dishes, and two rice balls that he had kneaded firmly.
Yan Yu noticed the difference in these ingredients last night.
Whether it's rice, noodles, vegetables, or eggs, they all contain a pure and gentle energy, far surpassing any mutated plant he had seen in the apocalypse.
After just one meal, he felt a significant increase in his supernatural abilities.
The lightning-type ability steadily rose to level two.
The metal-type ability, which had been stagnant at the peak of level four, also showed signs of loosening.
All of this was brought about by her.
She was not only his salvation, but also the source of his strength.
Yan Yu placed a pair of chopsticks into Ruan Tang's hands and peeled a smooth boiled egg for her. His deep eyes were overflowing with affection that seemed to materialize into tears.
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