Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

This time, Xu Xiaoyan specifically went to a gentle slope on the right side of the group, where several military green tents stood.

It was much larger than a regular tent, square in shape, with its edges stretched straight by ropes.

Several soldiers in raincoats stood outside the tent; some were lost in thought, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were adjusting walkie-talkies.

They pitched their tents in a row, forming bordered campsites.

Xu Xiaoyan was on the edge of the camp, less than ten meters away from the nearest soldier.

I found a relatively flat, dry grassy area, put down my backpack, and started setting up the tent.

The most prominent characteristic of those who tried to unzip her pants in the middle of the night was that they bullied the weak and feared the strong.

They dare not provoke women accompanied by men, dare not provoke groups of people traveling together, and dare not provoke people who seem unapproachable.

She wasn't afraid of trouble, but being disturbed while sleeping was a real nuisance. It was much safer to pitch her tent next to the soldiers!

Xu Xiaoyan had just set up her tent and hadn't even had a chance to put her backpack inside yet.

A young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, ran over, stood in front of the tent, pointed to the ground, and said in a self-righteous tone, "This is the spot I've got my eye on."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaoyan first turned around and glanced at the young woman.

The two were less than a meter apart. Looking at her "you should give way to me" attitude, my first reaction wasn't to get angry.

Instead, I found it a bit funny; the very existence of such people is quite absurd.

The girl's voice was quite loud; some people peeked out from the surrounding tents, then retreated back inside.

The young woman stood there, chin slightly tilted back, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes fixed on Xu Xiaoyan, as if to say:

I've already said this is my spot, why won't you give it up?

Xu Xiaoyan looked at her, not in a hurry to speak, and first went through the events in her mind.

When she arrived, there were only a few people on the gentle slope. The soldiers' tents were already set up, but there were only a few ordinary people's tents scattered around, and they were all quite far apart.

She chose this location because it was closest to the soldiers' tents, the ground was relatively flat, and there was no standing water.

After putting down the backpack and setting up the tent, the whole process only lasted three or four minutes.

In those three or four minutes, no one came over to tell her "this spot is occupied," nor did anyone leave any markers indicating "this place is occupied."

After confirming, Xu Xiaoyan replied directly:

"Just because you want it doesn't mean it's yours. There was nobody here when I pitched my tent. You think you can just say it's yours without any explanation? You're out of your mind!"

There's no need to raise the volume, no need to add profanities, no need to use words like "I'm an old lady" or "get lost" to embolden yourself. The facts speak for themselves: she was the one who came first.

After she said that, the man actually turned around and went to move the tent. He muttered something as he walked, but his voice was very soft and was drowned out by the sound of rain.

Xu Xiaoyan knew what it was without even hearing it; it was nothing more than things like "What's so great about it?", "If you don't want to, then don't," and "Who cares?"

These words weren't meant for Xu Xiaoyan; they were for herself, a way to save face and avoid looking so bad.

Less than two minutes later, she used the same method to harass another girl.

The girl was on the other side of the gentle slope, holding up a small tent by herself. The tent was only half-open; the outer tent hadn't been put up yet, and the tent poles were still sticking out.

She squatted on the ground, holding a nail in her hand, ready to drive it into the soil.

The woman walked straight over, stood next to her tent, pointed to the ground, and said the same thing over and over with her mouth.

The distance was too far to hear the specifics, but judging from the lip movements and posture, it was exactly the same as what had just happened.

It should be something like, "This is the location I wanted," or "I arrived earlier than you."

The girl seemed easier to talk to. She stopped what she was doing, looked up at the woman, and hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he bent down and began to pack up the tent, pulling the tent poles out of the eyelets.

Fold the inner tent neatly and stuff it into the storage bag. Pull the ground nails out of the soil and wipe off the mud with a cloth.

The movements were neither fast nor slow, and there were no arguments.

After packing up, she slung her backpack over her shoulder, picked up the tent bag, walked a few steps away to another spot, and started setting up the tent again. The whole process took less than two minutes.

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoyan could only shake her head helplessly. She felt that the girl shouldn't have given in.

It wasn't because she was standing there so righteously, but because she couldn't let the domineering people get away with it. After one successful experience, she would do it a second and a third time.

This led to countless subsequent instances where he developed a sense of accomplishment that he could get what he wanted simply by asking, which had endless consequences.

She has suffered a lot along the way and has no obligation to be someone else's protector.

Everyone has their own path to walk. All she can do is make sure she doesn't fall, isn't robbed, and doesn't give up her place to someone unworthy.

She bent down and crawled into the tent, spread out her sleeping bag, and then, with a thought, took out preserved mustard greens with braised pork and rice balls from her spatial storage.

The sealed box is rectangular, and a thin layer of water mist covers the transparent plastic box. Through the lid, you can see the shiny black dried plum vegetables and neatly arranged slices of pork belly inside.

This box of braised pork belly was made from the last batch of preserved mustard greens from the sinkhole. It uses pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, cut into one-centimeter-thick slices.

First blanch the meat to remove any fishy smell, then fry it in a pan to render the fat, and finally arrange it skin-side down at the bottom of a bowl.

The soaked dried plum vegetables were laid on top, and then drizzled with soy sauce, dark soy sauce, rock sugar, and a little Shaoxing wine. The mixture was then steamed for two hours.

After steaming, she inverted it into a sealed container, skin side up, glistening with oil. The black of the dried plum vegetables and the reddish-brown of the pork skin blended together, making one's mouth water just by looking at it.

It was still steaming hot when it was placed in the space, and the static nature of the space kept it in the same state as when it was freshly cooked.

It's warm, not scalding, with a thick broth. The slices of meat tremble slightly on the chopsticks, almost melting at the touch.

The rice balls were made at home in Xuan County, and she took out two at once.

It feels heavy in your hand, and you can feel the firm elasticity of the rice after it has been pressed.

She picked up a slice of pork belly with her chopsticks, the slice trembling slightly on the chopsticks.

The fatty part has been steamed until it's almost melted, so you have to be extra careful when picking it up with chopsticks. If you pick it up too hard, it will break; if you pick it up too lightly, it will slip.

The slices of meat, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, gleamed with an amber luster under the light. The lean meat was dark brown, with distinct, thin strands.

The fat was translucent, and the edges were beginning to blur.

She put it in her mouth; the skin was glutinous and melted in her mouth, the gelatinous texture spreading across her tongue.

The lean meat is not dry; it melts in your mouth, with a salty and savory flavor that comes from being thoroughly pickled with preserved mustard greens.

Soon, the sealed box was empty. She unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle and took a sip of water.

After eating and drinking her fill, she lay down and fell asleep peacefully.