Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

As soon as the rooster crowed its first crow, smoke began to rise from the chimney of the Gu family's courtyard.

Meng Yaya was awakened by the sound of a chopping board.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and crawled out of bed with her messy, soft hair.

Black Wind lay on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and when it saw that Ya Ya was awake, it wagged its tail and came over to rub its face against hers.

"What time is it?" Meng Yaya yawned and asked groggily.

Gu Changfeng's booming voice came from the outer room: "It's only a little past six, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

The curtain was lifted, and Gu Changfeng walked in carrying a large enamel basin. This guy was unusually energetic today; his face, which was usually as cold as ice, was now beaming with a smile, and even his stubble exuded a smug air.

It seems that last night's "revolutionary friendship" was successfully elevated.

Meng Yaya rolled her eyes inwardly and stuck her short legs out from under the covers: "I'm hungry."

"Eat if you're hungry! Dad cooked you noodles and poached two eggs!" Gu Changfeng put the bowl on the table, making the table tremble.

Lin Wanrou followed behind, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes held a brighter light than usual. Holding a bowl and chopsticks, she gave Gu Changfeng a reproachful glare: "Keep your voice down, as if you're afraid the neighbors won't hear what we're eating!"

"So what if I heard that? We earn our meat through our own efforts, we don't steal or rob." Gu Changfeng lifted Meng Yaya off the kang and placed her on a high stool. "Besides, we have important business to attend to today, so we need to eat our fill."

Meng Yaya slurped up a mouthful of noodles, her cheeks puffed out: "What's the big deal?"

Gu Changfeng took a key out of his pocket and slammed it on the table.

It was a large brass key with a red ribbon hanging from it, and it looked quite old.

"Didn't your mom say she wanted to buy a place last night?" Gu Changfeng put a piece of pickled vegetables on Lin Wanrou's plate. "When I went for my morning run, I stopped by the logistics department and took care of it."

Lin Wanrou almost spat out the mouthful of soup she had just taken a sip of.

"It's...it's done?" Her eyes widened. "That's so fast! I haven't even decided where to go yet!"

"What's there to think about? I've already picked it out for you." Gu Changfeng waved his hand. "It's just outside the military district gate, two hundred meters to the east, in the old abandoned warehouse of the supply and marketing cooperative. It's spacious, close to the compound, and if anything happens, just call the guard company and they'll hear you. It's safe."

Meng Yaya had to admire her father's efficiency. That's what you call military style—simply say you'll do it, and never procrastinate.

"Isn't that place...too big?" Lin Wanrou hesitated. "I just want to open a small clinic and sell some medicinal cuisine..."

"Not big!" Meng Yaya pushed the bowl away and waved her little hand. "Mom, you have to have a big vision to do business! We're not only going to open a clinic, but also a large pharmacy and a chain store! How can we operate if the territory is too small?"

Gu Changfeng chuckled and pinched his daughter's cheek: "Listen to this, our daughter's awareness is much higher than yours. Our family isn't short of money or tasks. If we're going to do something, let's do it properly!"

After breakfast, the family of three locked the door, took Black Wind by the hand, and headed towards the abandoned warehouse in a grand procession.

The military compound was bustling with activity in the early morning. Families carried baskets to buy groceries, while soldiers chanted slogans as they did their morning exercises.

As the military wives watched Gu Changfeng's family walk by, their faces beaming with health, their eyes lost their previous chatter and were filled with awe.

"Commander Gu, where are you going?" someone asked boldly.

Gu Changfeng kept walking, his back ramrod straight: "I'm taking my wife to choose a storefront so we can do some business serving the people in the future."

These words caused another round of murmurs among the people around.

The Gu family's life is getting better and better.

When they arrived at the place, Meng Yaya finally understood why Gu Changfeng had chosen it.

This is a row of red brick and tile houses in an excellent location. They face the main road, back to the military district wall, and there is a sizable open space in front of them, which was probably used for drying grain in the past.

Although the doors and windows were somewhat dilapidated, with several pieces of glass broken and a lot of plaster peeling off the walls, the frame was sturdy.

Gu Changfeng used the key to pry open the rusty iron lock, and with a creak, the two heavy wooden doors were pushed open.

A musty, dusty smell wafted over.

Sunlight streamed in through the doorway, illuminating the interior. It was indeed spacious, easily over a hundred square meters. Inside, there were piles of broken baskets, tables and chairs with broken legs, and several large pickled vegetable jars that had been sitting there for who knows how many years.

"How was it?" Gu Changfeng turned to look at Lin Wanrou, his eyes filled with anticipation for praise.

Lin Wanrou covered her mouth and nose, her brows furrowing slightly: "This is so dirty...it's all dust."

"What's the problem with the dust? Just sweep it up!" Gu Changfeng rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.

"If you like this place, I'll take care of the rest of the work. Painting the walls, laying the floor, building cabinets—our guard company's guys are professionals at these kinds of jobs."

Lin Wanrou was still somewhat uncertain. The most outrageous things she had ever done in her life were severing ties with her family yesterday and opening a shop now. Looking at this huge mess, her heart was pounding.

"Mom, look here."

Meng Yaya ran to the middle of the room with her short legs and pointed to the big windows.

"This window faces south, so it gets plenty of sunlight. In the future, you can place a table by the window to take your pulse. When the sunlight shines on you, it will be like a living bodhisattva descending to earth."

She ran to the back and pointed to the small suite that had been partitioned off: "We can build two stoves here, specifically for brewing medicinal cuisine. The aroma will waft out the window, and people from all over the county will line up just from the smell."

The little girl described the blueprint in her childish voice, speaking with great clarity and understanding.

"And this place has another major advantage." Meng Yaya ran to the door and pointed to the station not far away, "That's the station that leads to the provincial capital. Once our reputation spreads, high-ranking officials in the province and wealthy people in the city will be able to find us as soon as they get off the train."

Lin Wanrou followed her daughter's finger and looked in the direction she was pointing, and a lively scene seemed to appear in her mind.

Her unease gradually dissipated as her daughter spoke with certainty and her husband looked at her with unwavering determination.

"Okay." Lin Wanrou took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. "This is it."

Gu Changfeng slapped his thigh: "Alright! As long as my wife agrees, it's a done deal!"

He turned and walked out, saying, "You two wait here. I'll go get some people. We'll clear this place today, and tomorrow I'll have someone bring in lime and cement!"

Watching Gu Changfeng's hurried figure, Meng Yaya silently gave her cheap dad a thumbs up.

Their ability to act is undeniable.

Lin Wanrou stood in the empty room, reaching out to touch the mottled walls. Her fingertips touched the cold red bricks, but her heart was warm.

"Ya Ya," Lin Wanrou called softly.

"Why!"

"Do you really think Mom can do this?" Lin Wanrou squatted down, looking into her daughter's clear, bright eyes. "Besides treating some illnesses and making some soup, Mom can't do anything else. What if I lose money?"

Meng Yaya walked over, stretched out her two little hands, and cupped Lin Wanrou's face.

Her palms were warm, carrying a reassuring power.

"Mom, remember this." Meng Yaya said, enunciating each word clearly. Her expression was more like that of a strategist than a three-year-old child.

"Your skills were taught by Grandpa Sun, that's the true teachings of a national champion. Your backer is my dad, he's the regimental commander of the entire military region. Your purse strings are your daughter me, he's... cough, he's a little god of wealth."

She blinked, revealing a row of bright white teeth: "Our family's resources are a winning combination. Forget opening a medicinal cuisine restaurant, even opening a hospital in the city center is a sure thing!"

Lin Wanrou was amused, and the anxiety in her eyes completely turned into tenderness.

"Okay." She held her daughter's little hand. "Then Mom will listen to you. We'll not only open a business, but we'll make it a huge success, so those who look down on us can see what we're made of!"

Just then, a rumbling sound came from outside the door.

A large group of young men in green military uniforms came running over, carrying brooms, shovels, and buckets, shouting slogans. Leading them was Xiao Zhang from the guard company, who was also carrying two buckets of quicklime.

"Sister-in-law! The commander has sent us to work!" Xiao Zhang shouted loudly. "We'll do whatever you tell us! We promise to make this place as bright and clean as a new house before dark!"

Gu Changfeng followed behind, holding a blueprint in his hand, gesturing as he walked: "Build a counter here, and a screen there. Oh, and we also need to make a small couch for Ya Ya in the corner so she can lie down and eat snacks when she has nothing to do."

Seeing this scene, Meng Yaya couldn't help but smile.

This is the life she's always dreamed of in the apocalypse.

They have a house to shelter them from the wind and rain, a father who can handle anything, a gentle mother, and a group of lovely uncles.

Anyone who dares to disrupt this peace...

Meng Yaya narrowed her eyes, a barely perceptible cold glint flashing in them.

She wouldn't mind sending a few more people to that small mountain gully to collect manure.

"Mom," Meng Yaya tugged at Lin Wanrou's sleeve, "Now that we've chosen the location, shouldn't we give the shop a name?"

Lin Wanrou was stunned for a moment, then looked at Gu Changfeng, who was directing the soldiers to move the vats.

"Your dad isn't well-educated, so we'll have to come up with the name ourselves." Lin Wanrou thought for a moment. "Old Sun once said that doctors should have a benevolent heart, but in this world, a benevolent heart alone isn't enough; you also need skills. Our shop needs to nourish both the body and the mind."

"Then let's call it..." Meng Yaya's eyes darted around, "'Huichuntang'?"

"Too tacky."

"Jishe Pavilion?"

"Too old."

As the mother and daughter were discussing something, Gu Changfeng walked over, sweating profusely, and grinned, "What are you discussing?"

"We need to come up with a name." Meng Yaya handed him a handkerchief with a look of disdain. "Dad, what brilliant ideas do you have?"

Gu Changfeng scratched his head, looked at the soldiers busy in the room, and then at his wife and daughter in front of him.

"What's so difficult about that?" he said casually. "Our Wanrou's name has the character 'rou' in it, and your Grandpa Sun is a legendary doctor. If you ask me, let's call her 'Rou Shen Zhai'! It sounds impressive!"

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Meng Yaya and Lin Wanrou exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep sense of speechlessness in each other's eyes.

"Dad," Meng Yaya patted Gu Changfeng's thigh and said earnestly, "From now on, you shouldn't interfere in the shop's business. You should focus on protecting our country."

Gu Changfeng looked bewildered: "What's wrong? You don't like it? I think it's great, like Laozi's alchemy furnace."

"..."

Amidst laughter and swirling dust, Gu Jia's new business officially began.

For Meng Yaya, this was just the beginning.

Her little fists clenched tightly inside her sleeves.

If we're going to elevate the status of mothers, then we can't just have them be doctors at small rural clinics.

At the very least... he has to be a national-level athlete.