What Zhou Dafu hadn’t foreseen was that sotis, the plot doesn’t unfold as planned. For instance, it’s quite awkward when the stone you intended to kill three birds with suddenly vanishes, and the birds just drop on their own.
When you’re on the run, seeking refuge, and feeling depressed, how do you boost your spirits?
Eat! Savor delicious food! Drink! Consu nutritious beverages!
Lunch featured sandwiches with fresh lettuce tucked between slices of bread, spread with thick, rich cheese, layered with thinly sliced ham, and topped with a fried egg straight from a fat chicken.
Biting into the assembled sandwich, the aroma of at mingled with the scent of wheat... SLURP. Jing Shu squinted in enjoynt, unconsciously devouring seven or eight of them.
Smoked pork ham also hung in the shed, ready to be sliced whenever desired. Jing Shu stood beside the pork leg, and in no ti, the ham visibly dwindled.
At that mont, paired with a bowl of slow-cooked, creamy dried bamboo shoots and old duck soup, it felt as if life had reached its peak.
The gloomy mood that had settled over the family mbers who had fled their ho vanished. Eating well and drinking well, it felt more like an experience of life rather than the terrible situation they had imagined.
Uncle’s family, in particular, developed a new level of respect for Jingshu’s house. The poor were fleeing for their lives, while the wealthy seed to be on a leisure trip—especially since Jing Shu’s family was not only well-stocked with food but also had such complete equipnt for their outing. It was truly enviable.
"Stick with your sister; we’re off to take care of things," Aunt said. She couldn’t bring herself to shalessly freeload, as there were too many matters she had to arrange. However, when she returned after finishing her tasks, Mrs. Jing surprised her by saying,
"We’ve saved so sandwiches for you and Big Brother. Hurry up and eat."
"Oh, that’s really too kind. All three of us..." Aunt began.
"Eat up," Uncle interjected. "When good things co our way in the future, we should also think of my dear sister."
"Yes," Aunt agreed.
After that, Uncle’s status soared. Without realizing it, he stood taller, and his words carried more weight.
The family didn’t remain idle after lunch. Mr. Jing went off to move bricks, and Grandpa Jing went to dig soil. The two of them planned to build a furnace out of mud bricks to roast sweet potatoes and such, ensuring it wouldn’t be too cold at night.
Jinglai was called away by Li Yuetian for a eting, which seed to be about organizing a communal dining hall. With so many people, they had to provide so ergency rations at least once a day. They couldn’t always depend on eating red earthworms.
Those things took a long ti to chew properly when eaten raw. If one had to eat them for three als a day, their jaws would be sore.
Mrs. Jing was busy gathering people from the Agricultural Departnt, as another batch of vegetables needed to be transported and distributed.
Grandma Jing was occupied with sorting the various foods they had brought and planning the afternoon al.
Wu You’ai busied himself organizing work and reassuring everyone that there would be food by five in the afternoon, aiming to calm their spirits.
Jing Shu certainly wasn’t idle either. She had gone to Tunnel 4 again because she just wanted to take a look... COUGH, COUGH.
In Tunnel 4, Zhou Daheng’s luxury container was completely set up. Workers were gathered on one side, eating gruel. Jing Shu counted them; the number matched the workers from the morning.
While the luxury container wasn’t as extravagant as a mobile villa, it was certainly no worse than a regular house. The most important thing was that it had cost over a million to build. Its most valuable part was the light steel shell, which was convenient to fold, store, and carry. It was lightweight, stable, and had excellent earthquake and wind resistance.
If only that batch of light steel could be retrofitted onto the RV. The Conqueror had one flaw: its second floor was a lift-style large terrace. Although it could provide an indulgent open bar, and it had a roof, the surroundings were open and not fully connected to the RV—just like a balcony, it leaked wind, snow, and even dirt. I want to turn the second floor of the RV into a lift-style sealed living space. The temperatures during migration are too low, and adding that light steel shell would definitely improve insulation.
Although Jing Shu was quite envious, she wasn’t the type to kill soone for their possessions and then steal their things.
...Twenty minutes later, Jing Shu suddenly changed her mind. Picking up things from the dead shouldn’t be illegal, right? I haven’t killed anyone just because I coveted sothing. It’s true that one can survive calamities inflicted by Heaven, but not those of one’s own making. No, no, shouldn’t it be ’Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’?
In fact, even Jing Shu couldn’t help marveling at the wonderful bullsh*t of the world. This twist of fate led her, within minutes, to decide to establish the most reliable kind of relationship with a woman she had never t before—one transcending friendship and love, commonly known as an alliance of mutual benefit.
However, Jing Shu hadn’t expected anyone to be near the snake’s cage. From ti to ti, indescribable sounds ca from the luxury container, leading her to believe that the man had moved, and all the workers were eating.
When she climbed in, she discovered Qin Feifei holding a knife, preparing to kill the snake in the cage, yet hesitating. The snake was large, hissing with its tongue flicking, looking dangerous.
Qin Feifei also looked over in surprise. Both of them felt a bit awkward. Qin Feifei had also seized the opportunity when no one was paying attention to co over.
"You, are you here to steal the snake?" Qin Feifei asked, thinking Jing Shu was a thief as she saw her eyes fixed on the snake.
Jing Shu was just scouting the place. She hadn’t expected to encounter soone already. Could it be that man has more than one woman? Or is soone else inside?
"You, are you going to kill this snake?" Jing Shu also asked, as it really looked that way.
"If you want the snake at, just wait for to kill it, and I’ll give you the at. Please don’t tell anyone," Qin Feifei said, clenching her teeth. She only had a short ti and had to make a choice.
"Why kill the snake? If you have a grudge against that man, go kill him." Jing Shu sensed sothing was amiss.
Tears began streaming down Qin Feifei’s face as she wept softly, recounting her grievances: how she had been wronged, threatened daily by Zhou Daheng, crying her days away, how Zhou Daheng treated her, and the countless despicable things he had done.
She even ntioned how Zhou Daheng had gone to great lengths to get two snakes to breed, aiming to create Snake Whip for vigor so that he might "do battle three hundred tis a day." This was why she wanted to kill the source of the problem.
She pleaded with Jing Shu to take the snake at and leave quickly. Qin Feifei explained that with her own abilities, she couldn’t kill Zhou Daheng. Besides, in this law-abiding society, killing him would, at best, lead to mutual destruction, which wasn’t worth it. Her only option was to kill the snake and make it look like it had escaped, preventing Zhou Daheng from being so arrogant toward her in the future.
"You must be angling for an Oscar for Best Actress, aren’t you?"
Qin Feifei: "???"
"Your performance is spot-on. You actually intend to extract the snake’s venom and fabricate the illusion that Zhou Daheng died of snake poison, then fra soone else, allowing yourself to escape scot-free. It just so happens I appeared, so you decided to give the snake at. Zhou Daheng isn’t a simple man. His death will definitely be investigated, and they will co straight to , won’t they?"
"But I like it," Jing Shu said, narrowing her eyes and smiling.
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