Mr. Jing took another drag of his cigarette before saying, "Wu County is about to be subrged by a mudslide. Your elder aunt and second aunt can’t enter Wu City either. They said Wu County isn’t completely flooded yet and that they have to wait for an official migration order before they can head to Wu City. They want your dad to give so gifts to smooth things over, trying to enter Wu City under the guise of visiting relatives, to see if they can stay here...."
"Did it work?" Jing Shu asked.
Mr. Jing shook his head. "It didn’t. Besides, even if they snuck in, without local registration information, they’d be considered illegal residents. If discovered, they could be arrested. The neighborhood has been conducting checks every few days recently, fearing that people from other places might have snuck in. So now, they either wait or obtain an officially recognized pass. Right now, you can’t even get an official migration pass for several thousand Virtual Coins unless your household registration is originally from here. The key issue is that the authorities aren’t approving any... I’m just afraid that by the ti Ningshan City allows a large number of people into Wu City, your aunts’ families will have an even harder ti getting in."
Grandma Jing was also worried. She felt torn. Although she usually favored Jing Shu’s father, she now knew her two daughters were suffering outside. They couldn’t eat well, dress warmly, or find a stable place to live. Most importantly, they couldn’t enter Wu City!
Jing Shu pondered. It was a pity that in her previous life as a low-level citizen, she hadn’t paid attention to these things. The daily topics of conversation for everyone were what work they did today, how many Virtual Coins they earned, how much food they could buy, or when the authorities might announce an increase in self-service als, and so on. She knew that Wu City had rged several tis before, incorporating many new people, but people were still dying every day. As for more detailed information, she had no idea. Oh, right, she also knew that the leader of Wu City was called tyrant, just like seven or eight years ago when she only knew who the national leader was...
"Don’t worry, Grandpa, isn’t Wu County not completely flooded yet? That ans they can still live there for another ten days or half a month. Don’t rush. During this ti, I’ll ask around for you, see if I can get them legal identity passes," Jing Shu said.
"Sigh, it would be best if it doesn’t flood. Who would want to leave their hotown?" Grandma Jing clasped her hands together and muttered, hoping the mudslide would slow down, not flood Wu County or Banana District, and let everyone stay safely in their hos.
Next, Jing Shu recounted all the fun things she encountered on the road, deliberately leaving out the dangerous parts. Since she had been calling and ssaging ho every day, the Jing Family didn’t feel anything particularly unusual. It wasn’t even dinnerti yet, but Jing Shu couldn’t hold out any longer and went back to her room to sleep.
Even in her sleep, she was still practicing the Magic Cube in her space. Jing Shu also took the opportunity to multitask by reorganizing the space. She wrote out her latest plans, detailing each type of material down to the cubic ter, because by next year’s migration, she might only have these 729 cubic ters of space to use—oh, and she had to subtract a few dozen cubic ters for soil.
With the 200 cubic ters freshly expanded after the upgrade, Jing Shu needed to plan carefully what to store in them. Before migrating, she had to bring the items she couldn’t carry into the space. If her planning was poor and she ran out of room, that would be disastrous.
Now that her third-form body could eat within the space, gaining even more satisfaction, Jing Shu decided to adjust the types of crops she was growing. Even if it ant consuming so Spiritual Spring, she wanted to store more food to have it readily available in the space. This way, she could eat a little less openly, saving so provisions for the migration journey.
Jing Shu suddenly discovered another advantage of the third form: the space felt especially warm and comfortable, as if bathed in sunlight. This feeling was truly wonderful, unlike the harsh cold of 70 degrees below zero she had experienced in the fifth year, where everyone’s breath fogged in the air and they constantly stomped their feet from the cold.
CRACK.
Jing Shu split open a waterlon that weighed dozens of pounds, scooping out large bites with a spoon. Before, she used to eat secretly in her own room, making as little noise as possible and never bringing out food that slled too fragrant. But now, she didn’t have to worry at all. This feeling... was absolutely exhilarating!
Could I also cook and store food in the space? Jing Shu wondered. That would be much more efficient and convenient than doing it outside. She decided to give it a try in a couple of days. If it worked, she could use the ti she normally spent sleeping at night to prepare things, freeing up her dayti for other activities.
Oh, right, with the six additional plots of land she gained from the upgrade, Jing Shu planted all kinds of fruits on them. She would eat so and store the rest. Once she got the seeds, she planned to allocate a few plots to plant the various kinds of rice she had been longing for and figure out how to bring them to her family openly before the migration.
The weather in Wu City grew colder, and the mud and water levels rose higher. Various cars and buses found it increasingly difficult to operate, but this didn’t trouble the wealthy.
The joys of the rich are beyond your imagination; in their eyes, no difficulties exist.
Jing Shu sat in the modified Maybach, clicking her tongue. The engine roared noisily, the propellers spun wildly, and the car trudged through the mire at a turtle’s speed of 30 miles per hour.
It was still the sa driver, slightly humorous but a man of few words. He spoke of the modified Maybach with a hint of pride, as he had personally altered it.
Qian Duoduo was taking Jing Shu to Stone Garden for a shareholder eting. Jing Shu hadn’t even known about it. However, Qian Duoduo had heard from sowhere that Jing Shu had returned. The eting was supposed to start early that morning, but he insisted on stopping everything to personally fetch her.
"All the shareholders are waiting just for you," the driver said, increasing the throttle, though this was already their top speed.
Jing Shu’s mouth twitched involuntarily. Well, that’s quite an honor... Did they really have to prevent her from having a good sleep early in the morning?
Yawning, Jing Shu rembered that Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing had been getting to work this past month using the skate shoes provided by Mr. Jing, along with a couple of pedal paddles. Their own car, of course, was unusable. Those six or seven kiloters are indeed a bit of a struggle, she mused.
Mr. Jing had previously tried using a shark-shaped yacht. It was powerful and flashy enough but proved impractical in the thigh-deep mud. The land mode was too high, and the water mode too shallow, causing it to get entirely mired in the mud. This created too much resistance, preventing it from pushing through. While usable, it was too troubleso, not to ntion it was an oyster sauce guzzler.
"Master, is this modification expensive? Does it use a lot of oyster sauce? I’m thinking of modifying our family car too, for easier travel... I just don’t know if it can be changed back afterward?"
"Oyster sauce consumption is up by more than 20 points, which is sowhat acceptable, I suppose. As for the cost, it’s hard to say. For this one, I took the parts directly from Mr. Qian’s private yacht... As for changing it back, I’m afraid that’s not possible, as it involves permanent damage to the car. If you want to modify yours, Mr. Qian still has quite a few private yachts available for parts."
Oh... I’ll think about it then, Jing Shu thought, clicking her tongue. A single modification like that could cost millions, and this was their only car. It could still be useful in the future when the ground froze solid or when it snowed.
It’s just that travel will be inconvenient for the next year or so...
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