Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

She stored most of the firewood in the yard that had barely been touched into her spatial storage, leaving only one-tenth of it, which she piled up haphazardly in a corner of the yard.

It creates the impression that she has already burned a lot.

Finally, the temperature slowly started to rise from a low of -90°C.

-70 degrees Celsius, -60 degrees Celsius, -50 degrees Celsius...

When the temperature finally slowly climbed to minus ten degrees Celsius, the ice and snow began to show signs of melting.

The people in the cave behind the mountain finally reached their limit.

Led by Huo Zhanting, the disheveled, emaciated, and sallow-faced group, resembling refugees, finally managed to help each other and stagger down the mountain to the villa area.

Everyone's eyes were lifeless, and they all reeked of an unpleasant odor.

Huo Zhanting and the others were in relatively good condition, considering the circumstances.

Everyone had thick beards and shabby clothes, but fortunately, they still looked upright and somewhat like soldiers from a distance.

Just as this group was slowly moving forward, about to enter the villa area...

Suddenly, an enticing aroma wafted over from that direction, and everyone subconsciously sniffed – it was the domineering smell of Mala Xiangguo (a type of spicy stir-fry).

I greedily inhaled the aroma; it was a scent I hadn't tasted in so long. Instinctively, I followed the scent, and then...

Then they witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Just then, on the second floor of the familiar villa we were about to reach, a window was slightly ajar, and steaming hot air was billowing out from it.

Those who were close enough could clearly see that Mo Chenchen was sitting at a table with a steaming hot pot in front of her.

At this moment, the other person was using chopsticks to pick up a piece of mutton from the pot, dipped it in the bowl in front of them, and then ate it in one bite.

"Gulp~~" was the sound of everyone swallowing.

Everyone could picture in their minds the mutton being coated with sauce, bursting with juice with every bite.

"Plop~~" Another sound.

Mo Chenchen also saw the group of people opposite her. She paused for a moment, then quickly stood up and slammed the curtains shut, blocking everyone's view.

Everyone: "..."

A moment later, a clean, white hand reached out of the window, and then the window slammed shut.

Everyone: "..."

I'm so annoyed~~~

It was as if a start button had been pressed in the air; the sound of stomachs rumbling began to rise from the crowd. Sure enough, everyone was the same—hunger had increased.

I feel so frustrated, so incredibly frustrated. My envy and jealousy are overwhelming, yet I'm powerless to do anything about it.

Just think about what kind of life they've been living in the cave for the past few months.

Dark, damp, hungry, and filthy.

I don't want to think about that smell in the air again.

But look at Mo Chenchen?

She actually... she actually had hot pot all by herself in the villa?

Fortunately, many large animals later appeared on the mountain. They had guns and were eating well.

Otherwise, given the shocking scene before them, they couldn't guarantee that, driven by extreme hunger, they wouldn't simply gang up on Mo Chenchen and raze her villa to the ground.

With the bear and tiger meat on his back, his desire to go home grew stronger. He walked all the way until he was starving.

Comparing yourself to others is a recipe for disaster; comparing goods is enough to make you want to throw them away. How can life possibly get any harder?

The answer is... yes...

Looking at the two sides of Mo Chenchen's house, the piles looked like snow-capped mountains.

The houses of the Wang and Zhou families have disappeared, and the snow on the main road is higher than her yard wall, completely blocking the way to the villa!

Everyone was dumbfounded. How... how were they supposed to get through this?

Looking at the completely blocked road, and then at the second floor that Mo Chenchen had blocked so thoroughly, he recalled this woman's methods.

Surprisingly, not a single person dared to step forward and argue with them.

This guy really dares to kill; it's not a joke.

What else can we do? Just let it be!

Huo Zhanting gritted his teeth, glanced in Mo Chenchen's direction, and finally could only swallow the bitterness in his throat. He then directed everyone to clear a path as they walked down the mountain, just like when they were going down.

So the survivors, who had just struggled out of the cave, had to pick up their tools again and start clearing the snow.

I don't know if it's just my imagination or what, but the more I dig, the hungrier I get, and I can always smell the faint aroma of hot pot.

This is the ultimate torment, both physical and mental.

There's a saying that goes, "Without comparison, there is no harm."

Happiness is always relative.

Look at the Zhou family in Wangjiahe, their villa is nowhere to be seen. How long will it take to clean this up? Suddenly everything feels balanced.

That means you can't even find the door?

I really want to die again, both the Wang and Zhou families.

Zhou's mother immediately burst into tears: "How...how are we going to get in here!"

Mrs. Wang collapsed onto the snow, slapping her thigh and wailing, "Damn it! Who did this?! Are they trying to kill us all?!"

Finally, Huo Zhanting assessed the situation and came up with a desperate solution—"Dig a hole! Dig a hole from under the snowdrift!"

So, the Zhou and Wang families could only swallow their tears and endure the cold, like rats, as they painstakingly began digging a tunnel through the thick snowdrifts.

This job is both tiring and dangerous; a slight mishap could trigger an avalanche and bury you alive.

Even so, no one dared to touch Mo Chenchen's furrowed brow and question why there was so much snow in front of her house and in her neighbor's house.

Everyone had only one thought in their minds: This guy is ruthless!

Look at them, they're all pale and emaciated, barely alive, like they crawled out of hell.

Look at her, her complexion is rosy, her clothes are clean, and she can even have hot pot at home!

This shows that they are extraordinary and not to be trifled with!

Mo Chenchen drew the curtains, shutting out the complicated gazes and the noise of clearing snow from outside.

She sat back down at the table, picked up a slice of fatty beef and put it into the bubbling red soup, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Well, we've finished the tripe, time to try the fatty beef.

This first hot pot meal after the extreme cold was exceptionally delicious.

As for the lives and feelings of those people outside?

It's none of her business.

She's all alone and very comfortable.

The snow and ice melted very quickly, and everyone worked together to transport all the accumulated snow to the river not far away.

It not only replenishes the river water and prevents the villa from being flooded by the melting water, but also provides exercise, so it can be considered a win-win situation.

One period of extreme heat followed by another of extreme cold caused the population of the villa to plummet by nearly half.

Most of the elderly people have passed away, but the children are doing relatively well thanks to the protection of their families.

Even those who survive are severely weakened, pale and emaciated, and need a long time to recover.

The entire back mountain has become barren, and it's unknown how many years it will take to restore it to its original state.

I wonder how people will survive the next extreme cold snap.

Mo Chenchen is an exception; she still looks the same fair-skinned and tender person she had before the apocalypse.

Mo Chenchen originally thought she would become the public enemy hated by everyone in the entire villa area.

But people's hearts are so hard to fathom. When you are just a little bit better than others, they will only be jealous of you.

But when you stand far above everyone else, the envy disappears, and all that remains is admiration.

A subtle change is quietly taking place among the survivors.