Zheng Weiyang smashed the teacup onto the ground.

This was originally his most beloved set of purple clay teaware, which he had always cherished and carefully maintained.

The purple clay teapot shattered into pieces. The purple pottery, stained with tea, looked as deep and dark as blood.

His son was dead.

Who was it? Exactly who?

Zheng Weiyang trembled with anger.

“Investigate! Find out where my son went, what he said, what he did. Check who came into the factory. Dig three feet deep if you have to—get these people for me!”

The secretary bowed and left.

Zheng Weiyang was furious. After some time, once he calmed down, the secretary would come back and report again.

Less than half an hour later,

The secretary was summoned back in.

When the secretary entered, only the stub of a cigarette remained between Zheng Weiyang’s fingertips, the ember quietly burning.

Zheng Weiyang had quit smoking a long time ago.

Now he wasn’t smoking, just smelling the cigarette smoke—it made him feel a little better.

“Temporarily assign the patrol team to investigate how my son died. Quietly, secretly investigate the destination of the grain. Keep things discreet,”

Zheng Weiyang’s voice was full of exhaustion.

The secretary brought over the ashtray. Zheng Weiyang’s face darkened as he crushed out the last bit of ash.

The grain in his factory was gone—that was his greatest leverage for advancement and the source of his confidence.

If people found out he had no grain, who would care about him?

The secretary comforted him: “The 10,000 jin [approximately 5 tons] we promised to donate has already been loaded onto trucks. None lost. Why don’t we just leave it at that?”

That 10,000 jin was all the grain he had left. Zheng Weiyang was reluctant to give it up.

But his early publicity was too big. He didn’t know how many eyes were watching.

If he intercepted this batch of grain, it would be like slapping himself in the face; Zheng Weiyang’s reputation would plummet.

He wouldn’t be able to continue as a representative delegate.

It was truly like seeing a ghost.

Nearly a thousand tons of grain—how exactly was it transported out?

Even if by truck, it would take a convoy, right? It can’t just have sprouted wings and flown away by itself.

Zheng Weiyang began to suspect: could it be that he had committed some karmic mistake, so now all his wealth truly only amounted to that 10,000 jin?

This thought flashed through his mind and quickly vanished.

He couldn’t investigate openly.

To the survivors, he only claimed to have 10,000 jin.

To the upper levels, he absolutely could not reveal that he had no grain left. That would mean losing his usefulness.

Zheng Weiyang’s heart was filled with bitter hatred.

Yet orders were still being issued methodically.

He was not down yet, and neither was the Zheng family.

…

Yu Xifeng was staying inside the space for the longest time yet.

When collecting the grain, there was so much that Yu Xifeng knew the small space house couldn’t hold it all.

She set the grain’s location at a wild mountain.

As she entered, looking at the countless grain boxes spread across the mountainside, she felt somewhat stunned.

All of this was hers.

At this moment, Yu Xifeng felt immense peace. The hunger that had haunted her soul in her past life was carved deep inside.

She had gnawed on tree bark, eaten dead rats, swallowed dirt.

She had stolen and robbed.

She had lived for seven years, stepping on countless corpses.

Many times, she forgot she was even human, because she hadn’t spoken for so long that her speech had become broken and wild.

She felt no different from a beast.

She only wanted to survive.

Yu Xifeng opened a sack of rice and plunged her hand into the pile of rice.

Suddenly, warmth spread over her face.

She actually cried.

Haha, when did she get so sentimental?

Little Orange rubbed against her; Yu Xifeng pushed its head away and wiped her face.

Yu Xifeng couldn’t accurately estimate the amount of grain.

Rice was the most—roughly estimated at over 500 tons. Noodles and rice vermicelli about 100 tons. Corn seemed to be 200 tons. Other grains—cornmeal, glutinous rice, miscellaneous grains, flour—added up to at least 100 tons.

Yu Xifeng connected the induction cooker to a generator and cooked a big pack of snail noodles as a treat for herself.

There was also spicy beef, a roasted goose leg, and marinated skewers.

Durian was also served on the table.

The strong smell drove Little Orange far away, while Yu Xifeng sat at the table laughing heartily.

Yu Xifeng loved strongly flavored food.

Eating outside, she always restrained herself. After the disaster, everyone was hungry to some degree. When hungry, the nose is much more sensitive to the scent of food.

Yu Xifeng only indulged occasionally and never ate too much at once.

She added some vermicelli into the snail noodle soup again.

Sharing joy with others is better than enjoying alone.

Yu Xifeng poured two big basins of millet into the chicken pen, then picked vegetables from the flowerbed, chopped them finely, and mixed them in.

The hens pecked busily in the basin.

The goose had its own basin, covering its face with its wings, eating noisily.

She found two eggs freshly laid from the chicken coop, boiled them, and dipped the whites briefly in marinade.

Yu Xifeng ate the eggs herself.

The yolks were given to Little Orange.

The motto was sharing evenly.

After the meal, Yu Xifeng released the chickens, ducks, and geese, then gave the chicken coop a thorough cleaning.

She piled the bird droppings on the other side of the wild mountain.

Maybe it would fertilize a patch of land.

Strike while the iron is hot.

The goose acted as the leader. While Yu Xifeng cleaned, the goose led the chickens and ducks on a patrol of the mountain.

Yu Xifeng didn’t mind.

The food stored on the wild mountain was sealed in boxes. It took her some effort to open them herself, so she wasn’t afraid of theft.

If the birds wanted to eat, they would naturally come back.

Sure enough, within three hours, the goose led the chickens and ducks back.

They immediately rushed to the feeding basin upon returning.

Yu Xifeng deliberately closed the door, not letting them in.

The chickens and ducks fluttered and scattered around the pen for a while. Yu Xifeng laughed until she nearly fell over.

The goose circled behind Yu Xifeng, aiming for her butt and took a peck.

“What the—!” Yu Xifeng jumped, “Do you want me to stew you in the iron pot today?”

The goose honked loudly.

Yu Xifeng, annoyed and embarrassed, grabbed the goose’s neck and plucked off the smoothest, whitest feather.

She stuck it into a fruit tree in the flowerbed.

The goose flapped its wings, ready to battle Yu Xifeng for three hundred rounds.

Yu Xifeng decided to stop while ahead and pushed open the chicken coop door.

Everyone immediately swarmed inside to eat.

The goose looked at Yu Xifeng, then the chicken pen, but finally chose to guard its food basin.

After three days of leisurely life, Yu Xifeng felt she could live here until she died.

This life was easily better than 99.99% of users on Earth.

Unfortunately, the space didn’t allow it.

These three days consumed half of the remaining time she had saved.

The hourglass in the front hall was also reminding her.

It was time for her to leave.