Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Okay." Chang Xuan nodded. He used to help his mother collect tree branches.

"If it rains, bring in the winnowing basket first. You don't have to bring in the branches. You can't get too wet in the rain, or you'll get sick."

"I'm not afraid." Chang Xuan wanted to collect the tree branches.

"Those branches don't matter. Just let them dry after they get wet. If you get sick, Mom won't have enough points to buy medicine, understand? You don't need to collect the branches. If it rains heavily, you don't even need to collect the dustpan. Just make sure you're safe." Chang Dongning could only offer her as much advice as she could, not knowing how much he would understand.

There's no other family here, and the child is still young, so we have to keep the house locked up. There are no kindergartens or similar places in the safe zone. When the child is seven years old, he can be sent to school for four years. The school teaches very practical things. The government of the safe zone will subsidize the tuition for these four years, so the family only needs to pay a small portion.

Four years later, if you still want to go to school, your family will have to pay for it themselves. After that, the school will teach you about gene awakening, combat, and superpowers. If you don't awaken naturally before the age of 15, you can use a drug to awaken once more before the age of 18.

The original owner went to school for five years. After four years of basic knowledge, her father let her study for another year. However, the tuition was too expensive, so she stopped going to school.

If you successfully awaken, the safe zone will offer a three-month training program, which is free of charge.

"I won't get sick." Chang Xuan nodded to assure him. His mother had been talking to him more these past two days, and he was now able to speak in several coherent sentences.

In the evening, Chang Dongning chopped the round leafy greens into thin strips, took out a piece of fatty meat from her spatial storage, rendered the fat, then put the meat away. She used the rendered fat to stir-fry the round leafy greens and cooked a porridge made with nutrients and rice.

"Is it good?" Chang Dongning asked.

"Delicious!" Chang Xuan's mouth was covered in oil as he ate, feeling that there was nothing more delicious than today's dishes.

Chang Dongning also thought it was good. This round leafy vegetable was indeed delicious. It was only seasoned with oil and salt, which completely preserved its refreshing taste.

After dinner, Chang Dongning took the plant that grew close to the ground, hesitated for a moment, then put one into her space. She washed the other one clean and hung it in the kitchen to drip dry, planning to put it in a winnowing basket to dry in the sun the next morning.

I turned off the kitchen light and went into the bedroom. Xiao Changxuan was already in bed. I didn't turn on the light, which has always been my habit—to save electricity by keeping the lights off in rooms where I'm not doing any work.

Chang Dongning leaned against the bed, opened her watch, and pondered how she needed to earn as many points as possible, otherwise she wouldn't be able to afford the utilities. Although it wasn't impossible to make ends meet, she didn't want to suffer that hardship.

People like them, living in the wasteland, have no nightlife. After a long day of hard work, they are too tired to stay awake in bed.

Before going to bed, Chang Dongning set her alarm clock half an hour earlier. When she got up in the morning, she cut the plants hanging in the kitchen into sections and placed them evenly in a winnowing basket at the entrance of the storage room so that Chang Xuan could easily take them out to air them after he woke up.

She would have taken it out if she wasn't worried about the morning dew.

What about families who don't keep anyone at home? The drying machines in the wasteland world are very advanced. The Chang family originally had one, but it was sold by the original owner.

If people can't afford a dryer, they can only sell their surplus food to earn points, which they can then use to buy food before winter.

Chang Dongning went out today with a specific purpose in mind. She found a familiar plant in the original owner's memories and wanted to verify it. However, the place was quite far away, so she had to take the designated shuttle bus from the safe zone.

Five points, round trip included, fixed travel time, no exceptions.

After Chang Dongning handed in his points, he found a seat on the bus and sat down. Places like this with fixed train routes usually have some fixed outputs. The place their bus was going to had a large patch of pea plants. Many plants that can survive in the wasteland can grow quickly and mature regardless of the season. For example, that patch of peas matured one crop after another starting in spring.

After a bumpy ride of an hour, they finally arrived at their destination. Chang Dongning frowned and quickly got out of the car. It was no wonder the driver was upset; the plants were growing too fast, and the whole way there were all sorts of bulging roots.

Harvesting this type of pea plant can be dangerous. A single pod is larger than a human head, and the peas inside are about the size of an adult's fist. Mature pods may burst open, and the flying peas can hit a person and cause them to see stars.

However, the base buys this stuff very expensively, at 20 points per pound. One bean weighs more than a pound. In comparison, the leafy greens with moderate radiation that she picked yesterday only sold for 5 points because of their good taste, while the wormwood that didn't taste good only cost 0.5 points per pound.

Therefore, many people come to collect beans every day.

After getting off the bus, everyone used their own methods to cover their heads and faces to avoid being knocked unconscious by the beans.

Chang Dongning also took out a hat stuffed with wood from his basket and put it on. He adjusted the mask he had been wearing on his face and plunged into the bean field. The bean seedlings were two or three meters tall, and the bean pods were all growing at the tips. He had to pull the bean seedlings apart, cut open the pods with a knife, and test the beans inside. He also had to pop out the beans that had fallen to the ground. If he wanted to test the dried ones, he had to scrape off the powder with a knife and test it with a watch.

Chang Dongning turned the volume of the testing scissors down to the minimum and listened to the high-radiation announcements over and over again. Her neck ached after testing only two bean sprouts and six bean pods, and she got nothing.

On the third harvest, two low-radiation beans were found in a small pod containing only two beans.

Chang Dongning looked around and quickly put the beans into his spatial storage.

She walked towards her destination, checking as she went, until 10:30 when she reached the edge, crossed the relatively low grass, and found her target for the day: a large area of ​​trees that looked a lot like oak trees.

Oak trees are a good thing. She had seen them in other mission worlds. Oak seeds are rich in starch, and tofu made from them is very filling.

Oak trees in other worlds can grow to 20 or 30 meters tall, but those in this world grow even more wildly. She saw them by the roadside when she got off the car, and they looked to be 60 or 70 meters tall, blocking out the sun. The forest was dark because it never saw sunlight, so she didn't plan to go in. She just walked around the perimeter and picked up some acorns that had fallen to the ground.

In the original owner's memory, the ground here was always covered with thick piles of acorns.

Chang Dongning carried a basket on his back, picked out a fresh one, and painstakingly pierced its outer skin with scissors.

"Beep, low radiation level, consumption recommended."

I tested it again with my watch: "Beep, low radiation, unknown species, consume with caution."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Chang Dongning tested more than a dozen samples. Only three showed high radiation, four showed low radiation, and five showed moderate radiation. The failure rate was quite high.

She put the scissors into her basket, and using the basket as cover, began to collect the freshly fallen acorns from the top layer into her spatial storage.