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Chapter 8: Lucky Red Packet
After the stewards left to deliver supplies to the next household, Mu Jiu single-handedly dragged all ten large bags of supplies into her courtyard.
Inside the ten bags were:
It was a generous amount—clearly given with sincerity.
She only hoped that in the days to come, these people wouldn’t return to “reclaim” that so-called sincerity.
Mu Jiu stored everything into her dimensional space and began her daily physical training.
By lunchtime, her phone started dinging non-stop.
It was a message from the resort’s steward, who had added her to a newly created WeChat group, made up of all the new guests who had moved in that day.
The steward even helpfully labeled each guest’s room number.
Just as Mu Jiu had guessed, all villas from No. 01 to No. 50 were fully occupied.
Nearly every adult and child in each villa who had a phone was added to the group for easier communication.
When Mu Jiu saw the group number soar to 328, with 8 of them being managers, she was stunned…
【Good evening, dear guests. I’m Chen Xiao, the head steward of the Hot Spring Resort. On behalf of the management team, I welcome you all!
We’ve pulled everyone into this group to make it easier to post official announcements.
Please do not mute this chat and keep an eye on the updates so your daily life and travel aren’t affected.
Here is the first announcement: Due to abnormal weather, a blizzard has caused the city to be sealed off.
Since this morning, transportation across the city has been paralyzed. The authorities advise everyone to stay indoors to avoid unnecessary trouble!
The roads outside the resort have been severely affected and are currently impassable. We ask for your understanding regarding any shopping or travel plans.
Our team has delivered a small amount of emergency supplies to each household.
We will work with the authorities to clear the roads as soon as possible to facilitate your travel. Thank you for your cooperation!
All hot spring pools in the resort are now open. Please visit at your leisure and be mindful of safety.
If you have any questions or needs, feel free to message in the group or privately contact the steward team.
Our 108 team members are here to do everything we can to help you!】
Mu Jiu’s eyes stopped at the number 108, and her right eyelid twitched slightly.
When signing the contract, she’d heard that villa stewards could offer services like laundry, cooking, childcare, and cleaning.
But she never expected that the resort had deployed so many stewards.
Probably due to the sudden full occupancy, they had temporarily transferred in all available staff.
320 guests plus 108 stewards—roughly 428 people.
With the resort snowed in, it was now a sealed micro-society, and no one was getting out anytime soon.
Not a great sign. From Mu Jiu’s past-life experience, once food shortages started, nowhere—including the resort—would be safe.
But now that things had come to this, she could only take it one step at a time.
After the steward’s message, the group chat exploded with chatter:
Some complained about the weather, others cheered that the city closure meant no work, some were socializing and introducing themselves, a few were planning hot spring outings and barbecues, and younger folks were forming game teams.
It was a rare moment of peace in the early days of the apocalypse.
Mu Jiu quietly watched the spectacle but didn’t join in.
The more people you know, the more they find out about your resources. Hanging out with nosy wives and aunties? You’d be gossiped about until not even your underwear was left untouched.
That afternoon, after feeding her chickens and ducks, Mu Jiu returned to find someone had sent a red envelope in the group chat!
Judging by the heated discussion, it must’ve been a generous one.
Still, no matter how big it was, Mu Jiu couldn’t be bothered to claim it.
After all, money was useless now—even if she accepted it, she’d have no way to spend it.
Scrolling up through the chat, she raised an eyebrow. The red packet sender was actually the wife of the Hot Spring Resort owner!
She had been relocated here due to the unusual weather, arranged by her husband.
Since he was busy out of town and couldn’t come, she brought their elderly and children here and hoped to build good relationships with neighbors.
Mu Jiu thought, If I were that wife, I wouldn’t go announcing I didn’t have a man around. I’d just stay lowkey at home.
But reality wasn’t hypothetical—clearly that wife didn’t understand the cruelty of the apocalypse.
Mu Jiu put down her phone and went out to water the flower seeds she had planted.
Thanks to the hot spring beneath the resort, the ground was warm.
Even though the city had knee-deep snow, this area’s ground never turned white.
Plus, Mu Jiu had a large fireplace installed in her villa. The entire house was toasty warm, not a hint of chill.
The AI butler in her space farm, Beibei, told her that the seeds would think spring had arrived and would bloom soon!
She even added a few drops of spiritual spring water to help the flowers grow more beautifully.
After carefully tending her 70㎡ flowerbed, she returned and saw she’d been @’d in the group chat…
It was a nosy lady asking why the guest in Villa 050 hadn’t claimed the red envelope—it was the last one left!
Mu Jiu… completely ignored the message and didn’t claim the envelope.
She hated intrusive @’s—especially from total strangers she’d never even met face-to-face.
But after squeezing herself a glass of watermelon juice, she returned to find even more group chat activity.
And now they were all gossiping about Villa 050…
【When they moved in yesterday, I saw a woman in pajamas digging in the garden—probably an elderly lady like my mother-in-law, who also likes gardening!】
【I saw her feeding chickens today. Pretty cute. I really like that courtyard!】
【Does the old lady live alone? I haven’t seen anyone else in the yard.】
【Probably not. The profile pic for 050 is a Psyduck—what kind of elderly person uses such a cute avatar? I bet there are at least two people.】
【That villa looks totally different from the others. Even the yard is fully enclosed in glass! @Head Steward Chen Xiao, is that one more expensive?】
【@Head Steward Chen Xiao, how long is that villa rented for? When our time is up, we’d like to move there!】
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Mu Jiu: Have these people had their brains frozen from the snowstorm?
Can’t they enjoy the hot springs, play mahjong, or enjoy their barbecues? Why focus on her?
Frustrated, Mu Jiu finally tapped the red envelope—she instantly regretted not doing it earlier…
Because the moment she opened it, the group went wild again.
She’d drawn the lucky red packet—6666 yuan, the ultimate lucky number, triggering a wave of envy.
Mu Jiu: Damn it. Just my rotten luck!