To put it simply, if Yu Xifeng had even the slightest bit of softness in her heart, Yang Rong wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

Using the favor she had with her dad to plead with Yu Xifeng—really, this person was so stupid she had no brain at all.

When you ask someone for help, you have to have the attitude of someone asking.

You can’t expect to stand around and have others actively hand you good things.

There’s no such good thing in this world.

Pfft.

Zhao Yao was scolded by Sister Yun and left, face flushed and ears red.

The fat guy asked Sister Yun, “How can there be such clueless people?”

Sister Yun shook her head, “She went to work down south right after middle school. After meeting Hu Qiangyong, she stopped working. Her family used to be ruled by her mother-in-law, staying at home to give birth and raise kids, only caring about their own small patch of land. Even when going out to play cards, she had to watch her husband’s face.”

Sister Yun quickly changed the subject, “Enough about her. I’m going to find Little Yu later and tell her about this.”

“Alright, take a potato. The cafeteria had some left, and I got two,” the fat guy said.

Yu Xifeng’s abdominal pain ended on the third day.

She felt reborn.

She increasingly recognized the importance of hot soup and hot water.

At mealtime every day, she would cook a big pot of soup for herself, eat some, and save most of it in her space.

Sister Yun arrived after mealtime; Yu Xifeng gave her a bowl of red date and white fungus soup.

“Wow, you even added sugar. I’m here to catch some autumn breeze,” Sister Yun joked.

“Not bad,” Yu Xifeng said, “If you leave Fatty and come live with me, I guarantee you’ll go hungry three days out of nine.”

Sister Yun laughed heartily, “You little heartless one, looks like I still have to treat Fatty better.”

After some joking, Sister Yun told Yu Xifeng the news about Yang Rong’s family.

“With Yi Jiancong dead, it’s become a bad debt,” Sister Yun said.

Based on Yu Xifeng’s understanding of Yang Rong’s family, they must have done something that forced Yi Jiancong to that point.

Just like Tan Wanwan back then, inviting wolves into the house only to be bitten herself.

Eating red dates, Sister Yun suddenly said, “You were the one who came, right?”

Yu Xifeng said, “Almost done with mine.”

Sister Yun said, “I just left too. It didn’t hurt before, but this time it hurt so much I couldn’t straighten my waist. Too bad I didn’t bring enough sanitary pads. Now I sew my own cloth pads—learned it from someone else. It’s such a hassle, I even want Fatty to wash them.”

Yu Xifeng thought for a moment. “When we go back, I doubt there will be anything left at home to rely on.”

She wasn’t short of sanitary pads—she’d collected hundreds of boxes from the supermarket, every brand imaginable.

Sister Yun was shocked, “No way.”

The underground shelter couldn’t accommodate all the survivors.

Every survivor who came in was screened for criminal records.

This criminal record specifically meant serious offenses.

Ma Tian counted; Chen Caili didn’t.

Yu Xifeng herself counted, just that it hadn’t been discovered yet.

At times like this, it’s hard to talk about human rights, morality, or justice.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

This is a form of majority-rule justice.

This was also why Yu Xifeng tried hard not to act out of line in front of Wang Anmin.

Although she’d done plenty of things, officially she was still a rule-abiding good youth.

At most, she was just a bit lucky and well-informed.

Those who couldn’t get into the underground shelter were left in the ruins of the city.

Of course, they wouldn’t just wait to die.

Many would perish.

They would try their best to find resources to survive.

There were very few houses that remained safe.

Not to mention the vicious wolves thriving under survival-of-the-fittest, even the Kokoya County neighborhood must have had people with ill intentions.

Yang Rong and Zhao Yao might have already done something there.

Yu Xifeng would at most lose a door; her belongings were in her space and traveled with her.

Sister Yun brought all she could, and what was left were items of lower priority after selection.

Yu Xifeng asked, “Do you still have enough fuel? You stored some at my place before. Use it up and come get more anytime. I’ll bring some from outside irregularly.”

The room was just so big; Sister Yun immediately noticed the honeycomb coal.

“I think Zhao Yao will find your place sooner or later. She asked to borrow some honeycomb coal from me; I fobbed her off. If she finds you, just say this coal is all mine. Her temper changed a lot since her mother-in-law passed away. Now she’s really shameless.”

Yu Xifeng smiled, “Okay, I’ll do as you say.”

When Hu’s mother left, she had already given a box of medicine. That was the limit of their favor—how well they lived after was their own fate.

She wasn’t a Bodhisattva; she couldn’t save people.

Sister Yun still got angry recalling, “At that time, seeing that whole family, I even helped by giving them some coal. And he turned around and sold it.”

Because of that, Sister Yun even blamed Hu Qiangyong, who had been involved in the affair.

Yu Xifeng didn’t expect that Hu Qiangyong and Zhao Yao as a couple could do something like that.

Thinking back to the medicine she’d given away, Yu Xifeng was speechless.

What was their brain thinking?

How could they just throw away something valuable like that?

Yu Xifeng and Sister Yun chatted a bit more.

When Sister Yun left, Yu Xifeng picked out two large packs of sanitary pads and gave them to Sister Yun.

Because of biological differences, women’s survival is more difficult than men’s during extreme disasters.

Yu Xifeng had suffered a lot from this in her previous life.

She couldn’t help others, but she hoped Sister Yun, who had come so far, could live a bit better.

Sister Yun accepted them and said, “I owe you so much, I won’t say thank you. If you need anything, call me anytime. Fatty and I won’t hesitate.”

After seeing Sister Yun off, Yu Xifeng didn’t go out in the afternoon and played games inside.

Her exercise intensity had recovered to about fifty percent.

Exercise is a thing where if you don’t advance, you fall back.

This time resting two days straight was a rare special case.

Yu Xifeng thought back to what she was doing at this time in her past life.

At this time, she had already separated from Yang Rong’s family.

Not by choice, but because she was kicked out.

At first, she wandered the city, then got news about the shelter from other survivors and squeezed in with nothing.

She was hungry every day.

Always worried about where the next meal would come from.

For survival, she had to follow the rescue team to scavenge.

The rescue team was large and well-equipped; they went first and took the big share.

The scattered fighters followed behind to pick up the scraps.

Wood, steel, plastic—all could be exchanged for contribution points.

Some lucky ones found a packet of crop seeds and exchanged it for enough contribution points to survive two months.

This story spread widely among survivors.

After exercising, Yu Xifeng drank some water and peeled a mangosteen for herself.

Mangosteen seeds were good—fruit had thin skin, lots of pulp, and small seeds.

Sweet and sour.

Yu Xifeng recalled the durian situation—not just durian, other crops planted in the flowerbeds hadn’t troubled her either.

The excellent fruit was probably thanks to the space’s enhancement.

Yu Xifeng took the purple-red seed and looked at it.

Maybe handing this in could also exchange for some contribution points.

But thinking that way, she threw the pulp and peel into the space.

Of course, she wouldn’t trade such a fresh seed for contribution points.

Her homebound isolation lasted seven days, and her period finally ended.

Feeling fresh, her mood improved a lot.

Only the Super Mario game level she couldn’t clear annoyed her.

She kept dying over and over there.

When she downloaded the data, why hadn’t she considered getting a game walkthrough?

These past days, every afternoon, Zhang Qiu would bring a pot of hot water. He wouldn’t stay long—knocked on the door twice, left the water, then left.

Sometimes a date or two floated in the water.

Yu Xifeng felt a bit touched.

Old Cai didn’t say much but still cared about her.

Yu Xifeng rummaged in her space, picked out two pieces of rice cake, and added a spoonful of pork lard as a return gift.