You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

I thought that was the end of it.

To everyone's surprise, just after 11 a.m., Zhang Yong suddenly sent a message in the owners' group.

The 38th and 39th floors were unoccupied, so the residents who originally lived on the sixth floor and below were moved up there.

He also said that there was plenty of food in the 3703 households, and if anyone went hungry, he would lead the way to break down the door and share the spoils equally.

Lou Fengyue laughed in anger after learning this news from Liu Wu.

The national system hasn't even collapsed yet, and some people are already able to justify robbery so confidently and righteously?

She relayed the news to her family, and they all fell silent for a moment.

"Yueyue, tell us the truth, how much food do we actually have left?" Pan Quan asked anxiously.

She cooked a lot of dishes these past few days, and every time she was about to run out of ingredients in the refrigerator, Lou Fengyue would take out new ones from her spatial storage to fill the refrigerator.

But Pan Quan knew that these things didn't appear out of thin air; they were things her daughter had stockpiled in advance.

Since it's being hoarded, the quantity is limited.

"Enough for our family of four to eat for several months."

Lou Fengyue answered casually, her gaze slowly shifting to the gray, still-rainy sky.

"After the rain stops, we can go out and gather more supplies. Although we don't know what the future holds, we promise you won't go hungry."

Pan Quan lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke softly, "Since the rain has stopped and we can still go out to find food, why don't we share some of what we have? Neighbors helping each other out, we can't just watch them starve to death..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lou Qingjian noticed that his daughter's face had turned pale, so he quickly squeezed his wife's hand, signaling her to stop talking.

Lou Fengyue's eyes darkened as she slowly turned to Pan Quan, her thin lips parting slightly: "Mom, the fact that all factories are shut down means that supplies are limited. Natural disasters can't be stopped anytime soon. We have enough food now, but what about later? Once our supplies run out, who will lend a helping hand?"

The atmosphere gradually froze, and the living room fell into a deathly silence.

Lou Yunzheng chimed in, "Yueyue is right. Mom, this isn't a peaceful era anymore. Kindness doesn't always bring good results. If you feed someone, they might bite you back."

These past few days, my sister has been emphasizing the need to keep a low profile, precisely to guard against such malicious individuals.

Once you generously give away your food, some people will not only not be grateful, but will also assume that your family has plenty of resources and will not stop until they have drained you dry!

This isn't helping others; it's just getting yourself into trouble.

Pan Quan sighed softly, not refuting the two children's words, "Alright, you decide."

Lou Fengyue cooked three dishes at noon.

Stir-fried loofah with garlic, steamed sea fish, stir-fried pork with chili peppers—it's already a blessing to be able to eat fresh vegetables in this situation, let alone have a mouthful of fragrant rice.

Carbohydrates are always the main source of energy. On the seventh day of being trapped by the rainstorm, perhaps only this family of four in the entire building still had rosy cheeks and full of energy.

The family sat down at the table for a meal, but the atmosphere was no longer as cheerful as it had been a few days ago. It seemed that the closer it got to the end of the rain, the faster the unknown fears would come.

Each of them carried heavy hearts, unable to imagine what the world would become after the "zombies" Lou Fengyue mentioned appeared.

During the meal, the rain intensified, the pattering sound like hail hitting the windowpane.

A strong wind swept through, seeping into the window cracks and making a sharp, piercing sound.

Unexpected situations are always frequent, but Lou Fengyue didn't care. She stayed comfortably in her small home, cleaning and cooking some stored food.

Around 2 p.m., the clear water from the faucet suddenly stopped, and a few mouthfuls of brownish-red liquid came out intermittently before it stopped completely.

Lou Fengyue turned off the tap and checked the remaining brownish-red liquid in the sink.

It wasn't blood, it was rust.

It was probably because many people in the building were storing water when the water suddenly stopped. The water pump burned out and scraped off the accumulated rust, which was then pumped up mixed with the water.

"The water's cut off at home." Lou Fengyue walked to the kitchen doorway and looked at Lou Qingjian, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. "Dad, come and help me."

"Here they come." Lou Qingjian got up and walked over quickly.

Pan Quan wasn't idle either. He put the broom aside and leaned over, asking, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Mom, why don't you and your brother move the dining table to the living room?"

Lou Fengyue pulled two rolls of rubber hose from her spatial storage and handed them to Lou Qingjian: "Dad, connect this hose to the water valve first, and connect the other one to the toilet in the bathroom."

"no problem."

The water valve controlling this apartment is hidden in the kitchen cabinet behind the stove. Lou Qingjian had worked as a plumber and knew which pipe to connect.

After putting the rubber hose on, the opening is tied tightly with thin wire, both to secure it and to prevent leakage.

It's even more convenient for bathroom toilets; it's just a matter of changing a pipe.

After the dining table was moved to the living room, the original dining area became empty.

Lou Fengyue waved her hand, and a huge water tank appeared on the open ground, so big that it almost reached the ceiling.

This is for domestic water use, including the water valve.

Then I took out another one and placed it in a small open space next to the sofa in the living room. This is for rainwater, used to flush the toilet; the pipe is just long enough.

Lou Qingjian connected the two pipes and turned on the water valve of the water storage tank.

"Okay, Yueyue, go check if there's any water."

"Okay." Lou Fengyue went into the kitchen and turned on the tap.

After the faucet whistled and spewed out a few puffs of air, the water gushed out with a whoosh.

"The water's on." She turned off the water, leaned against the kitchen door, and gave her parents a big thumbs-up with a grin: "Dad, you're amazing! Mom, thank you for moving the table! I'll treat you to ice cream!"

She took two ice cream cups out of her storage space and handed them over.

The two elders laughed heartily and accepted the ice cream.

"Thank you, my darling daughter."

Lou Yunzheng's indignant complaint echoed from the living room: "Sister, you can't be biased! I helped move the table, so why wasn't I given any ice cream?"

"Yes!" Lou Fengyue ran over, her smile carrying a hint of deliberate flattery. "What flavor would you like, brother? Cantaloupe? Mango? Durian? Chocolate?"

"Hami melon, please," Lou Yunzheng said without any hesitation, taking the ice cream cone from Lou Fengyue, then frowned in dissatisfaction, "It'll make your hands dirty."

Lou Fengyue quickly tore open the ice cream cone packaging for him and placed it back in his hand. "Brother, are you satisfied with the service?"

"It's passable." Lou Yunzheng nodded, the corners of his lips almost unable to contain their upward curve.

For over twenty years, he has been the one to take the blame for his sister and has been the one to take care of her the most.

When did you receive this kind of treatment?

He can still be sweetly called "brother" by his younger sister. If his brothers knew, they would definitely be so envious that they would chase after him and call him "dad".

Speaking of which, after so many days of rain, I wonder how those "good sons" are doing. I wonder if they were flooded, if they have enough food, and if they have fevers.

My good buddies from college all went back to their hometowns to develop their careers after graduation.

Just a few weeks ago, they were saying they'd get together sometime, but these past few days the group chat has been as quiet as if it were dead.

Despite the huge commotion caused by the torrential rain, none of them discussed it at all in the group chat.

They're probably all like him, too busy taking care of their families to bother with gossip.

also possible……

He dared not think any further and could only pray that they were all still alive and well.