Daily life in Zongman

The bedroom was quiet for a moment.

Fujiwara Haru asked, "Speaking of which, will the communication tower at our destination tomorrow be intact?"

"Fujiwara-kun, you're out of topics, right? But judging by the current state of the surrounding environment, it should be intact. If it had been damaged by war, we would be lying in ruins now."

"It feels like no matter what you ask, Futaba always has an answer."

"If what you want to ask next is: What exactly did you forget? I can't answer..."

Futaba paused, sat up, found the gourmet tablecloth, and clasped her hands together: "Please give me a glass of milk that will make Fujiwara-kun close his mouth and sleep peacefully."

Fujiwara Haru suddenly sat up: "Yes! That's it! I forgot to drink milk tonight!"

After drinking it happily, Fujiwara Haru burped and closed his eyes.

A soft voice came from the quiet bedroom: "We will reach the third floor tomorrow and find a temporary settlement."

"Eh?" Fujiwara Haru opened his eyes, a little confused: "Aren't we supposed to leave as soon as possible?"

Futaba was silent for a moment, then closed her eyes. "Just assume it's because we need to wash the clothes and hang them out to dry, and the bedding needs to be exposed to the sun. This will take three or four days, and Fujiwara-kun can explore the third floor during this time."

"Okay, I hope you find something interesting."

The bedroom fell into silence, with only the sound of rain outside the window.

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The next morning, the rain stopped and there were no clouds in the sky, revealing the clear blue sky without reservation.

Fujiwara Haru was still the first to wake up. After washing up, she went for a morning run. When she returned to the bedroom, she found Futaba curled up.

He quickly ran to Futaba and said, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Futaba raised her head slightly, her face still calm, but sweat had already seeped out of her forehead, and her tone was no longer as calm as before, with a slight tremor.

"There was some... miscalculation... my period... came a little early..."

59. The poisonous little witch

Fujiwara Haru was collecting materials in the area surrounding the temporary settlement using an axe, pliers, and a homemade saw. He now needed some nails, wooden boards, and suitable cylinders.

Below the fifth layer of the stacked city, there are a lot of traces of human life after the Third World War. They have lost most of their technology, and their lives have regressed to the level of World War II.

The surviving humans lost their maintenance technology, and after the original buildings were destroyed, they built many new buildings to live in. These brick and wooden buildings allowed Fujiwara Haru to collect many materials, so he would not be unable to plunder like in high-rise integrated buildings.

He dismantled the furniture, doors and windows from the nearby houses, gathered the necessary materials, and looking at the sun which was already at noon, he started to walk back.

Before entering the makeshift bedroom, she knocked on the door, prompting her to return. If there was any awkward situation, Futaba would probably make a sound to stop her from entering.

After waiting for three seconds, he pushed open the door and entered, only to find Futaba leaning against the wall and looking at him. When she saw him come back, she lowered her head to look at the book again.

"Is Futaba feeling better?"

"As you can see, I'm doing fine now. Fujiwara-kun, you couldn't wait to go out and explore after learning that you'd be settling down temporarily. Is this the treasure you found?"

Fujiwara Haru looked at the wood he brought back and said, "It can't be called a treasure yet, but it will be soon."

"The virtual helmet can't satisfy you. Are you going to start making your own wooden toys?"

"I want to make something myself, but not a toy. I still have a sense of urgency for survival."

"Fujiwara-kun's sense of urgency for survival is to come back by lunch time."

"..." I feel like Futaba is a bit sharp-tongued. Is this what menstruation is like?

Fujiwara Haru only knew that menstruation happens monthly, that it causes bleeding, pain, and emotional instability due to hormones. She didn't know much more about it, including how to take care of herself and what precautions to take.

Speaking of which, Sister Shen Dong doesn’t seem to have a menstrual period. Is it because of her snow girl constitution?

Thinking about something else, Fujiwara Haru moved the empty cup on the tablecloth of the gourmet restaurant to the side. This was what he had prepared before leaving in the morning. After Futaba calmed down a lot and confirmed that she would stay on the fourth floor for a while, he told her to lie down and rest well. He had to go out for a while, so he kept some hot water and set off.

Arrange the gourmet tablecloth: "What would Futaba like to eat?"

"..." Futaba was silent for a moment: "Ice cream."

"Eh? Can I eat ice cream during my period?"

"ice cream."

"Can I eat it?"

"ice cream."

"It looks like I can't eat it. Is there anything else I want to eat?"

"..." Futaba sighed: "Don't be smart when you shouldn't be smart. I feel a little irritable now and want to eat something cold to calm down."

"Then do the same as me. Two servings of braised chicken with ginger and scallion oil, two servings of minced meat and eggplant, four servings of rice, and two servings of nourishing chicken soup with yam, without the old hen and yam." Fujiwara Haru has always wanted to try the delicacies he had eaten in his memory.

The corresponding food appeared on the gourmet tablecloth. Futaba didn't say anything, but ate slowly along with them. Looking at Futaba, who was obviously more relaxed after drinking the chicken soup, Fujiwara Haru felt that he must have guessed right. Sure enough, when you are sick or uncomfortable, old hen soup is a panacea.

Fujiwara Haru did not go out again in the afternoon. He took out the materials he collected in the morning and started making furniture.

Take a piece of parachute rope and wrap a small wooden block around each end. Then, in the next room with the broken window, nail the wooden blocks to the two walls. Hang the rope in the middle of the room, and you will have a simple clothes drying area. You can wash your clothes and put them here to dry.

Back in the trunk, I took a square metal drum I'd collected earlier to store gasoline and placed it upright on the ground. Using a knife and a one-handed axe, I removed the metal sheet from the front. Then, I made a bracket out of wood and nails and placed it under the drum. This minimalist fireplace, without a chimney, was ready.

Using the door and window hinges obtained when dismantling the doors and windows and removing the wood in the morning, the removed iron sheets were reinstalled on the iron barrel, and the openable and closable firewood inlet was completed.

After estimating the diameter of the lid on the lower iron bucket, I used a gourmet tablecloth to obtain a stack of cans. I opened the cans, dumped out the food, and rinsed them. After that, I used a knife to remove the discs at the bottom of the cans. Then, I stacked several hollowed-out cans and wrapped them with duct tape to create a simple chimney, which I connected to the minimalist fireplace.

Fujiwara Haru placed the minimalist fireplace next to the bedroom window, using a corner of the window that was originally broken to remove the blocked cloth and extend the exhaust pipe. He then used cloth to plug the excess gap to ensure that no air would leak out.

After calculating the amount of wood collected in the morning, Fujiwara Haru placed the fuel next to the fireplace, took out the flint and wax wood strips, and successfully started a fire in the fireplace.

Heat began to accumulate in the bedroom, dispelling the slight dampness after the rain.

"Success!"

He was in a good mood. The feeling of successfully using this homemade survival tool was full of accomplishment. Fujiwara Haru took an empty can with the bottom uncut, took out the tea leaves from the medical kit, poured some water into the can, and placed it above the fireplace.

There will be hot tea to drink in a while!

Although hot tea can be made using the gourmet tablecloth, it is completely different from the one you brew yourself. Fujiwara Haru is now looking forward to drinking this cup of hot tea later and is full of pleasure.

Futaba Rio watched quietly for the entire afternoon. She hadn't been able to help in the past few days and could even be considered a burden. She could only watch. She watched Fujiwara Haru build the fireplace step by step, saw his happy expression, and watched it all.

Reflecting on their journey for more than half a month, she confirmed one thing. If this survival mission had been a solo one, Fujiwara Haru could have survived alone to the end. He was optimistic, proactive, hands-on, physically fit, and intelligent. He was perfectly capable of surviving on his own. It could even be said that he wasn't just surviving, but enjoying himself. He didn't need her help at all.

Futaba pursed her lips, feeling extremely useless.

Fujiwara Haru struggled for a long time, and the sky outside the window gradually became gloomy. In the evening, it seemed that it was going to rain again.

But don't worry too much this time, the temperature in the bedroom will remain warm, and Futaba should...

A dull nasal sound: "Hmm..."

Feeling better in the afternoon and able to get up and move around occasionally, Futaba Rio curled up in the quilt again. This time, the abdominal cramps were very severe.

The intense pain in her heart quickened, her forehead sweated, her breathing became rapid, and she felt a little dizzy. Futaba Rio felt like she was dying. It was no exaggeration to say that there was a vortex in her abdomen, constantly stirring it.

Perhaps dying would be easier, or maybe she should give herself a knife. The intense pain assaulted Futaba, clouding her thoughts.

Sweat also seeped out of Fujiwara Haru's forehead. His teammate was in severe pain, but he could not do anything to help. He was enveloped by a feeling of powerlessness and anxiety.

We can't just stand by and watch anymore, we have to take action immediately!

60. The “Rational” Little Witch

He took a towel to wipe the sweat off Futaba, but her hand was grabbed and she felt her hand was very cold. Futaba opened her eyes in a daze from the severe pain and found that it was Fujiwara Haru, so she let go of her hand.

She had completely lost her usual calm demeanor and uttered a hoarse sound from her throat: "It hurts, it hurts..."

My mood gradually became impatient, thinking about what I could do and constantly thinking about how I could help.

Fujiwara Haru found that his knowledge was completely insufficient for him to think. He knew very little about menstruation, even less than he knew about artificial respiration. After all, this was knowledge he had never needed to know in the past. He had seen it occasionally but never made a special effort to remember it.

Looking at Futaba holding her stomach, I want to try something no matter what, even if it is useless, even if it is just spiritual encouragement, I hope she can relax a little!

He reached out and held Futaba in his arms, then covered her with the quilt, hoping that she would stay warm, and then placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

This was an attempt in the midst of chaos, a desire to warm Futaba, to make her feel warm. He hoped she could feel someone by her side, to alleviate some of the pain. Even if it was only mentally, even if the effect was almost negligible, he didn't want her to continue suffering like that.

She grabbed the hand on her belly with her backhand, then pressed it against her abdomen, squeezing it. She could feel the slight coolness of her abdomen, and her palm was also cold. Futaba seemed to want to warm her belly even more, so she cooperated by rubbing it, and with her other hand, she tried to gently stroke her head.

Time passed with her occasional hoarse cries of pain. Perhaps it was the rubbing of her belly, the comforting, or the hugging, that gradually calmed Futaba Rio.

Everything went quiet.

Outside, the sound of rain could be heard, the continuous raindrops forming a delicate symphony, echoing and playing between heaven and earth. The firewood in the fireplace crackled, releasing flames and rising heat.

Futaba murmured softly from the bed: "It's so hot..."

After feeling that Futaba was stable in his arms, he lifted the quilt a lot and tried to loosen his arms. However, he failed, and the palm on his lower abdomen was still held.

After a slight twitch, Futaba loosened her hand, and neither of them spoke as they separated quietly.

With his growing body and the constant secretion of hormones, Fujiwara Haru began to pay more attention to the opposite sex. His memories, which had been restored simultaneously, also made him realize the differences between men and women. He must have done something really excessive. In the TV dramas he occasionally watched, he would usually be slapped in the face and called a hooligan.

Even worse, you might get scolded. That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas.

"Thank you..." Futaba's voice was a little weak.

"Huh~" Fujiwara Haru breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you don't mind, Futaba."

Futaba looked towards the fireplace: "I'm not stupid. Knowing that you are helping me does make me feel much better."

"Eh? Did those operations just now really work?"

"Have……"

"What are those movements? Can you tell me?"

"..." Futaba was silent for a while, and said softly: "Rubbing my belly... and hugging..."

The bedroom was so quiet that Fujiwara Haru could hear clearly what she was saying.

Hammerhand: "I see, I understand. Next time Futaba is in pain, I'll know what to do."

Futaba's tone was clearly a bit embarrassed and annoyed: "Fujiwara-kun, are you an idiot? You are an idiot! Idiot! Just know it, and don't talk about this topic anymore!"

Fujiwara Haru reacted and changed the subject: "Ah, let's have dinner then, what would Futaba like to eat?"

Futaba exhaled lightly and calmed down: "Chicken soup, the chicken soup I drank at noon."

"anything else?"

"One bowl of chicken soup will do for now. I still need to take my time."

"I understand. Then Futaba, have a good rest and I'll take care of these chores."

"Yeah." Futaba Rio responded softly, and then said seriously again: "Thank you, Fujiwara-kun, thank you."

"It's just a small matter~"

After a pleasant dinner, Fujiwara Haru looked at the fireplace, confirmed that there was enough firewood, picked up the reserved wood, and prepared to go next door to continue making furniture.

As I reached the door, a voice called out from behind me: "Fujiwara-kun?"

I turned around to look at Futaba and found her clutching the sheets, pursing her lips: "Um... where are we going?"

"Let's go make some new furniture next door. Don't worry, it will make a lot of noise." I could already vaguely guess that Futaba was a little afraid of being alone, just like when she went to the bathroom, and she wanted to make sure that there was someone she trusted nearby.

Wait, when we came back at noon, was this the reason? We were out for too long this morning, which made Futaba a bit sharp-tongued at noon. It seems we'll have to shorten our exploration next time, wait until Futaba's fragile period is over.

Through sample observation, Fujiwara Haru confirmed another characteristic of menstruation: women become fragile.

Go to the room on the other side with intact windows, and build the long strips of wood into a rectangle. This time, you will make a very simple piece of furniture - a wooden bathtub.

First, use wood and nails to hammer out the rectangular bathtub frame, then lay several thick layers of soft curtain fabric on the bottom. Next, take the rainproof cloth and place it inside the wooden frame to form an inner bag for the water. Tie it to the frame with rope to prevent it from falling off.

Minimalist bathtub, done!

Use the gourmet tablecloth to create hot water, pour it in, and you can start soaking and enjoying it. Oh, and add some delicious rose tea to the gourmet tablecloth to further upgrade it to a rose bath!

Back in the bedroom: "Futaba, can you get up now?"

"What's wrong?" Although it was a rhetorical question, Futaba had already stood up.

"follow me."

Then he walked to the next door and said, "Jiangjiang! Rose bath!"

Futaba Rio looked at the bathtub in front of her. It didn't have the sleek finish of ceramic, the fragrance of bath salts, or any other luxurious qualities. It was just a pile of wood, a little hot water, and a few roses floating in the air.