When the underground shelter was at its most chaotic, Sister Yun managed to reach Yu Xifeng.

Sister Yun’s plot of land was backed by walls on two sides, and inside she had built a small storage area. No wonder it had attracted so much envy.

Yu Xifeng heard about the situation outside from her.

Sister Yun was seriously frightened: “They’ve all gone mad. How could they dare do this?”

Logically, it shouldn’t have gotten this bad.

When Yu Xifeng entered the underground shelter in her previous life, each newcomer was given roughly three days’ worth of transitional food and drinking water.

The authorities had been actively gathering supplies, which could be seen from the contribution points system that had been implemented early on.

Yu Xifeng felt something was off.

When people first arrive in a strange place, before getting familiar with the environment, they tend to act cautiously.

The underground shelter had been officially open for less than a week, yet conflicts had already intensified this much. That was suspicious.

Sister Yun set up a tent at Yu Xifeng’s place. She had brought her own dry food, and the two stayed together for three days.

Seeing Yu Xifeng exercise morning and night, she wanted to learn too.

But she couldn’t even complete a single set and was ridiculed by Yu Xifeng quite a bit.

There was a patrol team in the inner circle, while outside it was a noisy chaos. The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground. Yu Xifeng pulled out a handheld console and took turns playing Super Mario with her.

The house wasn’t well soundproofed. Amid the game’s background music, the roars outside, the patrol team’s angry shouts, screams, and gunshots could be heard.

Sister Yun lowered her head, hands trembling while holding the game console.

Yu Xifeng sighed and put headphones on her: “Don’t think about it.”

But thinking wouldn’t help.

“They just want to survive,” Sister Yun said.

Yu Xifeng quietly replied, “We can only take care of ourselves.”

At the right moment, Zheng Weiyang stepped forward, declaring he would donate his entire fortune—ten thousand jin of grain—free of charge to the survivors entering the underground shelter.

He was suddenly fawned over by countless people, almost worshiped as a deity.

Zheng Weiyang’s appointment as a representative committee member came through quickly.

The fat guy made friends with someone in the inner circle’s patrol team and got a piece of pork weighing over half a jin sent over, hoping someone would visit Sister Yun’s place more during the day.

Sister Yun’s position was also close to the inner circle, so going out a bit was no trouble.

Two groups who tried to take over Sister Yun’s territory were caught by the patrol team and sent to do forced labor. At last, no one dared to mess with her spot again.

Forced labor these days didn’t come with food; once in, you wouldn’t get out without losing a layer of skin.

Because she took Sister Yun in, Yu Xifeng hadn’t tended to her space for several days.

One day, when the room was finally empty, Yu Xifeng entered her space and was delighted to find that her goose had hatched—no one knew when.

Out of five eggs, only one precious gosling hatched.

Yu Xifeng held the little goose in her hands. Though its feathers weren’t fully grown, she found it increasingly adorable.

This goose grew fast, even bigger than the few chickens born earlier, with a slender neck and a loud “gag gag” call.

Yu Xifeng put it back and leaned on the railing to watch for a while.

She noticed the goose was very protective of its food. When it went to eat grain, it always chased away other chickens and ducks, monopolizing the iron bowl.

Yu Xifeng saw with her own eyes how the gosling pecked the big hen until it ran wildly around the coop, panicked and nearly flew out.

Xiao Ju was lying on the roof ridge, half-opening its eyes watching below.

The chickens couldn’t get up there; no one knew how Xiao Ju climbed up.

The hens cowered in the corner, looking pitiful—no wonder they’d been laying fewer eggs lately.

Yu Xifeng’s newly risen maternal feelings toward the gosling quickly vanished. She grabbed some grain and threw it over: “If you dare peck the hens again, I’ll stew you.”

The gosling looked at her, then at the hens, and covered the iron bowl with its wings.

Yu Xifeng had no choice but to add a separate basin just for the goose.

The goose flapped over, seemingly understanding the bowl was its own, and made a loud, proud call.

Yu Xifeng laughed at it.

The next day, Yu Xifeng went out as planned to look for Old Cai and happened to run into Zheng Weiyang, who was going to work.

Zheng Weiyang gave Yu Xifeng a kindly smile, the kind an elder shows.

“I just found out you knew Xiao Zheng before. My son has been taught badly at home; if there’s anything offensive, please forgive him—I’ve already scolded him.”

Yu Xifeng stood still, saying nothing.

“Little Yu, you just moved in. If you need anything at home, just tell me. Whatever I have, I’ll send it over. You’re a young lady—if you were in my family, I’d spoil you rotten. It must be tough for you.”

If it were someone else, they might have felt touched.

Yu Xifeng stared at Zheng Weiyang’s eyes. His smile looked painted on—unmoving, unreadable.

Though she didn’t respond, Zheng Weiyang chatted a bit more before hurriedly leaving.

Yu Xifeng watched his retreating figure and twisted her wrist.

She had changed her mind.

Originally, finding Old Cai at Yu Xifeng’s place was a higher priority than dealing with Zheng Chengfan.

Zheng Chengfan was malicious, no doubt, but his methods were pitifully low-level and childish. He could be left alone for a while—he wouldn’t cause much trouble.

But his father was different.

Deep-thinking and ruthless.

Yu Xifeng was almost certain the underground shelter riot had Zheng Chengfan’s fingerprints on it.

He climbed to the representative committee position by stepping on the blood and flesh of survivors.

Yu Xifeng changed her mind. She went back to her room and entered her space.

First, she harvested some fruit.

She had placed a grandmaster’s chair from the villa garden under the fruit tree, originally intending to eat freshly picked fruit leisurely by the flower bed.

But now it had become a cat’s nest.

Yu Xifeng pointed at Xiao Ju: “Look at you—you’re getting so fat. I should let you go out to experience how cruel the outside world really is.”

She didn’t want to admit it, but she was jealous.

Xiao Ju lazily lay on the grandmaster’s chair, belly up.

While Yu Xifeng dealt with the scheming Zheng Weiyang outside, Xiao Ju relaxed.

Yu Xifeng pushed the cat off and leaned on the chair for a while.

An entire fortune—ten thousand jin.

Yu Xifeng thought about the outside news. The Zheng family’s reputation spread far and wide, and people outside worshipped Zheng Weiyang like a god.

According to Yu Xifeng’s memories from her previous life, the Zheng family’s warehouse held far more than ten thousand jin.

Yu Xifeng stroked her chin.

She wanted it.

Her space had chickens and ducks.

With so many mouths to feed, the consumption was huge.

Now with a goose added, every day was either fighting or eating.

That one goose alone could eat half a basin of grain and vegetables daily.

Her own food was sufficient, but with so many mouths consuming, eventually she would exhaust her resources.

She felt a lot of pressure.

Zheng Chenggong wanted to ruin her face.

A mere piece of cream cake couldn’t make up for the shock she had suffered.

Yu Xifeng made up her mind.

She hadn’t taken action yet, but Fatty sent good news—he had gotten piglets, and the other party asked for 500 grams of gold.

Such things didn’t have a clear market price nowadays; bids were mostly guesses.

Yu Xifeng didn’t get involved, letting Fatty negotiate. In the end, they settled at 200 grams.

Before bringing the piglets back, Yu Xifeng planned to get some things from the Zheng family.

She was going to be a pig farmer now. She had to work harder and couldn’t afford to lie flat anymore.