Chapter 4 Space

Xia Zhizhi lay down weakly on her bed in the corridor.

Li Dongmei had solved a big problem and was in a good mood today. Seeing that she looked half dead, she didn't ask her to wash the dishes.

The next morning, Li Dongmei got up first. Although she was not called, she made some noise in the living room.

Naturally, she couldn't continue sleeping.

She cursed in her heart, but her body was weak and she had no ability to resist, so she had to endure it.

She got up with a smile and greeted Li Dongmei: "Mom, you're awake. It's not dawn yet. Sleep a little longer. I'll cook dinner."

"Okay then, in the morning you just cook some porridge and stir-fry some vegetables. Don't do too much, and be gentle so as not to wake up your dad. I'll go back to sleep for a while." After giving the instructions, Li Dongmei went back to sleep.

The couple spent most of last night whispering in bed and really didn't sleep well.

Li Dongmei returned to the house. Xia Zhizhi took out a new toothbrush from the living room, squeezed some toothpaste, brushed her teeth, took out a basin, poured water from the kettle, washed her face, applied skin care products, and after she had tidied herself, she put her things back.

She has space, spiritual springs, the ability to grow crops and breed, and can enter living people.

When she got space in her previous life, she was still a naive and innocent young girl.

She was reading a period piece at the time and thought she was traveling back to the 1960s and 1970s.

So I sold my house and my car, made a long list, and prepared a lot of things, just waiting to do something big after I traveled through time.

As a result, all her family property was lost, and the time travel was delayed. Looking at the mountains of chaos in the space, she realized that she had been cheated.

But when she thought about it, she already had her own space, and she would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of her life, so it would be good not to travel through time.

Having accepted the fact that she would not travel through time, she found a job in a large factory right after graduation, working diligently and diligently 996 hours a day, looking forward to making great achievements in the workplace, getting a promotion and a raise, and marrying the CEO all in one go.

After all, she has space, so she must be the chosen one. She is the heroine, not the heroine of a time-travel novel, but the heroine of an urban romance novel.

She works overtime every day and makes plans diligently. Even though most of the male colleagues around her are bald programmers, she still firmly believes that her boyfriend will come to her gorgeously one day. Relying on this belief, she gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs every day, and insists on dressing up beautifully to go to work every day.

As a result, after working so hard, I haven’t even received my first month’s salary when a meteor falls from the sky and the end of the world has come.

I'm very angry.

You should have told me earlier that she was the heroine of a post-apocalyptic novel!

So has she made arrangements for Taekwondo, Judo, and Karate?

There is no such thing as knowing in advance.

As a last resort, a three-year-long apocalypse battle began.

It’s the end of the world, after all, she is a person with a golden finger, destined to become the heroine, and it’s okay for her to shine in the end of the world.

She worked diligently to upgrade her abilities, punch zombies, kick scumbags, rub ears, roast aliens, and build a base.

I get up earlier than a chicken, sleep later than a dog, and work more than a cow.

Finally the base was built.

Zombies don't reproduce, and as you kill more and more of them, there will be fewer and fewer of them.

But the mutants are ferocious and attack every now and then.

Mutated plants are rampant, so you have to be careful when walking on the road, or you might get slapped in the face by stepping on the roots of a plant.

There is simply no relaxation for a moment.

But no matter how hard it is, it is much better than the previous battle royale.

But... the birth rate in the apocalypse has dropped to an extremely low point. How low is it? In the three years since the base was established, not a single baby has been seen.

We have tried all kinds of methods, but nothing works. We are all very worried.

Xia Zhizhi is tired and exhausted, so let her do whatever she wants.

Then the system finds her and asks her if she wants to wear it.

"No, I'm still a laborer even if I wear it. What's so good about it? Labor means changing places wherever you work, and you need to get familiar with the environment." Xia Zhizhi was completely sloppy, looking like a salted fish: "I don't want to do any work anymore."

[How could you be like this? Don’t you have any ideals at all? ]

The system is disappointed that the iron cannot be made into steel.

Xia Zhizhi does not feel ashamed, but proud: "My ideal is that every day someone brings delicious food to my mouth, fun things to my hands, and beautiful things to me."

I lay down.

The system promised a lot of benefits.

I'm just pretending, hehe.

Xia Zhizhi immediately got up and agreed, and hurried over.

The system is speechless...

Although she survived the most difficult years of the apocalypse, the problem was that she could not see any hope for the future.

No matter how capable Xia Zhizhi is, there is no point in living for 800 years.

She has no attachment to this shabby place, so how could she not be willing to move to another place? Her smile is reaching the sky.

But being asked to do something by others and her asking others for help are two different things. Isn't it wonderful to be able to take advantage of her appropriately and gain her own interests by walking on the bottom line?

So the Xia family was blessed to have a soft bun and a gentle, lovely and kind girl.

The family's food was kept in Li Dongmei and Xia Ruhai's room. Xia Zhizhi pushed the door open quietly and scooped a large bowl of rice in the dark.

He opened the half-full can of maltose left at home and poured out a small bowlful of it. He touched the basket of eggs and found there were still eight eggs. He took them all out and put the lid back on the basket.

The fire in the stove was not extinguished. The overburned honeycomb coal was removed and a new coal ball was added. The rice was poured into a pot and boiled on the stove.

These are what the original body did on a daily basis. She has her memory and can do them with ease.

While I was cooking porridge, I made myself a bowl of sweet maltose and drank it in small sips.

This was her first time drinking malted milk. It tasted quite good, like malted chocolate milk tea.

After drinking, he made his bed.

He folded up the quilt, putting the most worn-out part on top so it could be seen at a glance, and placed his only set of clothes on the bed.

After the porridge was ready, she mixed the eggs and fried some chopped green onions. The oil can at home could hold about 6 liang of oil, but only about 4 liang was left.

Nowadays, a person only needs three or two ounces of oil per month. Normally, when cooking, she would dip a cotton cloth in the oil to moisten the pan. She would pour most of the oil into the pan at once. It turns out that frying eggs with more oil is really delicious.

As soon as the porridge came out of the pot, she scooped a bowl of the thick porridge, then scooped most of the scrambled eggs into her own bowl, and ate one bowl first to reward herself.

After finishing the meal, he took out some salted vegetables, served the porridge to the table, set the tableware, and poured porridge into everyone's bowls.

The porridge in Xia Ruhai's and Xia Jianguo's bowls was the thickest, followed by Li Dongmei and her two sisters'. Her own bowl contained only porridge without any rice.

Then knock on each door and wake everyone up.

Li Dongmei glanced at the egg on the table, her face fell, and she opened her mouth to curse.

Xia Zhizhi gave her a big egg and said, "Mom, eat more. Eat well. We have to go to Director Lu's house to discuss something today. You can't be half-hearted."

Li Dongmei shut up.

Xia Zhizhi took two chopsticks of salted vegetables and didn't touch the eggs. She finished the rice soup and wiped her mouth: "Dad, Mom, I'm going to school. You guys eat slowly."

The high school was not very close to their home, and it took more than half an hour to walk there. She didn't walk fast, so it took her an hour to get there.

Putting aside other things about the original owner, her grades were really good. With her memory, the courses were quite easy for her. At noon, the girl sitting at the same table asked her if she wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat together.

Xia Zhizhi smiled shyly: "Student Li, you go first. I'm not hungry."

"You haven't paid the rations yet?" Li Ling looked at her sympathetically.

Students who lived on campus in high school brought food from home every month and paid a little for firewood, and the cafeteria cooked for them.

Some of the students who went to school on foot brought their own food, while others contributed their own food and had a meal at noon.

Xia Zhizhi never brought any lunch, and Li Dongmei never brought any food to her.

Li Ling's family conditions were quite good and she was very spoiled at home. Her father was a trade union official and her mother was the women's director of the street. She had two older brothers, one was a soldier and the other was a worker. Her family gave her a lot of pocket money every month, and she was always the best in her class in terms of food and clothing.

She got her meal from the canteen and opened the lunch box she brought from home. The dish was minced meat and tofu, and the bright red oil looked particularly appetizing.