The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 41: He died with quite a bit of prestige.

Last night's thunderstorm left the ground in a mess.

The villagers didn't think about what to do next; they were focused on the present.

Several women washed and scrubbed the large pot, preparing to use flour collected from various households to steam buns for breakfast. Once the buns were steamed, they would throw some vegetable leaves into the boiling water in the pot, and then they would have something to eat and drink.

The men split into two groups. One group cleaned the table and put it back together for later use; the other group went to a nearby house to fetch firewood, and Shi Tou was in this group.

The children helped clean up the pots and pans on the ground, put them in bamboo baskets, and carried them to the river to wash them.

The others took down the tung oilcloth and spread it on an open space further away. After quickly wiping it dry, they laid out their wet items to dry.

Xiao Huan borrowed a straw mat from Rong Niangzi and laid it out for Yuan Yuan to play on.

Several elderly people sat together, discussing what to do next. Old Man Luo had fainted from anger at his rebellious son and was temporarily unable to participate in the discussion.

Old Man Wu suggested, "Why don't we invite the scholar and Mrs. Shang to come and discuss this together?"

The elders agreed, so Old Man Liu went to invite the person himself.

Shang Wan picked up Lu Chengjing and ran away before Old Man Liu could stop her.

Just kidding, she's good at rescuing people and demolishing houses, but she's not good at developing disaster reconstruction plans.

The elders didn't mind and all looked at Lu Chengjing, "Scholar, what are your thoughts?"

Lu Chengjing, abandoned by his wife: "..."

Does wanting to bite someone count?
Shang Wan, who had run far away, suddenly sneezed, raised her hand to rub her nose, and changed her posture to continue studying the spiritual field in the space.

During the apocalypse, with a level 10 spatial ability, the time flow rate in the spiritual field could reach a terrifying ratio of 1:300 compared to the time flow rate outside the space.

No matter what kind of grain it is, as long as it is planted in Shangwan's spiritual fields, it can be harvested in less than a day.

Back then, Shangwan was a key protected object for all major bases, and could be described as a mobile granary.

The higher-ups at each base had considered keeping Shang Wan captive as a perpetual motion machine for producing food. However, due to some unknown ordeal Shang Wan had endured, her mental threshold was extremely high, making her completely uncontrollable by psychic ability users.

The higher-ups at each base wanted to use superhumans to violently capture her, but at least five of the ten high-level superhumans had been saved by Shang Wan before, so they refused to take action against her and prevented other high-level superhumans from doing so.

After much deliberation, the top brass of each base could only threaten Shang Wan into submission by controlling Shang Wan's comrades and their families.

Shang Wan chuckled. Want to keep her as a pet? Let's destroy her together.

The top leaders of each base were so frustrated that they couldn't handle Shang Wan, this thorny hedgehog, and finally had to give up the idea of ​​keeping her at home and treat her like an ancestor.

Unfortunately, Shang Wan still died, killed by the zombie king with a single blow.

It's unclear how long the Zombie King has been watching her, but he went so far as to command zombie hordes and mutated beasts to attack various bases simultaneously, all in order to distract the high-level ability users at these bases, leaving Shang Wan isolated and giving the Zombie King an opportunity to take advantage.

Judging from the scene, Shang Wan felt that she died with quite a bit of prestige.

Actually, she had secretly prepared a spiritual spring purification bomb gift pack for the zombie king, which should be able to purify the zombie king's crystal core. It's a pity that she couldn't see that exciting scene after transmigrating, which is a bit of a regret.

At this moment, Shang Wan looked at the small spiritual field in the space and wondered what to plant to test it.

There were no sophisticated instruments in this world, nor were there many researchers to help her; she had to rely on herself to experiment.

In the apocalypse, there's a type of mutated bok choy that's still edible. It only takes five days from sowing to maturity, making it an excellent source of vegetables. However, it's extremely demanding on your teeth; anyone without a level five ability simply can't bite into it.

Even ordinary bok choy grows quickly.

Many fields in the village grow bok choy, so perhaps she could borrow some seeds to try. She could also ask the aunties about the growth cycle of bok choy in this world to estimate the time difference between the spiritual field and the outside world. Shang Wan made up her mind and was just about to go find someone to borrow some seeds when Xiao Huan arrived carrying Yuan Yuan.

"Sister, Uncle Wu is calling everyone back."

"Let's go." Shang Wan stood up, took Yuan Yuan who jumped into her arms, smiled and kissed the little one's round face, and reached out to pinch the two little tufts on her head.

Why did you suddenly tie your hair up?

Xiao Huan laughed and said, "She saw other girls with little tufts of hair on their heads, so she kept asking for one. She only calmed down after I tied her hair up."

"Not bad, quite cute." Shang Wan complimented, and Yuan Yuan hugged her neck and kissed her several times.

When the three returned, half of the people had already arrived.

Stone beckoned to the three of them, "Here!"

There were two empty seats next to him, reserved specifically for the two of them.

The two sat down, and before long, representatives from all the households in the village arrived.

Old Man Wu winked at Old Man Liu, signaling that everyone was there and it was time to begin.

Old Liu gestured to him with his chin, "You come here."

Old Man Wu had no choice but to stand up, clear his throat, and say, "Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."

The villagers all quieted down and stared at him.

"Earthquakes are beyond human control. Since they have happened, we must work together to respond actively. We have discussed a plan with the scholar. Please listen to it first, and if there are any inappropriate parts, we can discuss and revise it."

Old Man Wu slowly explained the procedure. He spoke slowly, but his voice was strong and loud, so that even the people standing at the back could hear him clearly.

He said that Lu Chengjing would fill in the gaps in his explanation, and to make it easier for the villagers to understand, he didn't use fancy words and spoke entirely in plain language.

The villagers, who had some free time, all gathered around to listen.

Shang Wan listened to the whole thing, resting her chin on her hand, and felt that the so-called charter could be summarized into three main points.

First, clear the collapsed houses, mark the dangerous buildings, and burn all the poultry that died in the earthquake to prevent the spread of disease.

Second, we went up the mountain to move soil to fill the severely cracked ground.

Third, reinforce dilapidated houses, cut down trees to build sheds, and provide temporary housing for people whose houses have collapsed.

These are just three simple points, but they involve quite a lot.

For example, some houses in the village collapsed, some became dangerous buildings, but some were lucky enough to have intact houses. Why should others have to do the work to help you clean up your house?

For example, the arrangement of personnel for moving soil and filling pits.

Some cracks appear in other people's land or next to other people's houses. They only affect the unfortunate family and don't bother other people much. Why would other people bother to do this?

Let alone the idea that living in the same village means you should help each other, even if you're morally compelled to do something, there are still cases where people go through the motions but don't actually put in the effort.

Everyone has selfish desires; no one wants to always be at a disadvantage. Who does more work and who does less work are always points of contention and disputes.

Shang Wan was impatient with the cleanup work because there were too many things to consider, and she was too lazy to rack her brains for it.

Looking at Lu Chengjing's calm and composed demeanor, she guessed that they had already come up with a solution.

(End of this chapter)