Li Xiangyang took a deep breath, feeling the overbearing presence of the other person.
He bowed his head and clasped his fists, saying, "Yes, Mr. Liang."
Liang Yuan gave him a meaningful look and said, "You will be thankful for today’s choice."
Li Xiangyang bowed his head, sensing the abyss-like aura of the other person, and felt a sense of powerlessness akin to gazing up at the majestic Mount Tai.
Facing such a figure, he truly had no strength to resist.
Liang Yuan didn’t say more and said, "Alright, go busy yourself."
"Yes." Li Xiangyang pursed his lips and retreated to the neighboring room.
Liang Yuan also turned and went back to the room, only to see Yang Mei had already gotten up.
She looked outside and said, "The day has brightened."
Liang Yuan laughed and said, "It’s been bright for a while, how did you sleep?"
Yang Mei walked up to him, hugged him, and kissed him on the face, saying, "Of course I slept well with you by my side."
Liang Yuan smiled and said, "It’s simplistic here, not as spacious and comfortable as the rooms over at Yangshan. Let’s go back today."
"Yes, we’ve been out for two days. I’m wondering if there are any issues at the shopping base. I’ll go make breakfast now, and after eating, we can call my dad and hurry back." Yang Mei nodded quickly.
Then, she swiftly tidied herself up and immediately began busying herself with breakfast.
Uncle Lin also came to find Liang Yuan early in the morning, looking somewhat embarrassed, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.
Liang Yuan smiled and asked, "Uncle Lin, is there something you need?"
Old Yang quickly said, "Mr. Liang, I just wanted to ask, when are we going back to Yangshan?"
Liang Yuan was surprised and asked, "Weren’t you always talking about wanting to return to Meishan? How come after just two days, you want to go back to Yangshan?"
Not far away, Yang Youwei couldn’t help but turn around and look towards Old Yang, and said, "Brother Lin, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Won’t you stay and play for two more days?"
Old Yang laughed awkwardly and said softly, "Don’t laugh at me, although I have many acquaintances here in Meishan and we all get along, the living conditions here are vastly different from Yangshan."
"Mr. Liang, you know I have a family business in Yangshan. Here in Meishan, I have nothing to do, so I’d rather return to Yangshan as soon as possible."
"To be honest, I miss the delicacies at the shopping center on the first floor."
Liang Yuan immediately understood that Old Yang couldn’t endure the living conditions here in Meishan.
Indeed, compared to Yangshan, Meishan really lacked many things.
Yang Youwei couldn’t help but say, "Brother Lin, it’s just about food, isn’t it? We also have sweet potato porridge for breakfast here."
Old Yang became anxious, rolled his eyes, and said, "It’s not just about food. If it was only that, I could endure it."
"There’s not even a proper toilet here, not to mention toilet paper."
"And on a rainy day, if you go out you get soaked. After a day you need a bath, but there’s not even soap. I’m about to stink like an old man."
Having been used to the good days in Yangshan, the rudimentary lifestyle here in Meishan was truly unbearable for him.
In Meishan, eating, dressing, living, and traveling were completely disconnected from modern life, resembling primitive living.
Besides poor hygiene conditions, the food was also unsatisfactory.
Though there were sweet potatoes and millet porridge, they couldn’t be eaten unrestrictedly. Every day there’s just a bit, requiring frugal consumption.
Meat and vegetables were basically nonexistent, and Jieshi Academy had been surrounded by Li Kuirong’s people, making going out impossible with very little stored food.
Not to mention hunting or fishing, as being alone could result in being caught by Yunquan Temple’s people.
So, the living conditions here were exceptionally poor.
Furthermore, blankets and clothes, once wet, had no sunny spots to dry under. The people at Jieshi Academy are thrifty with firewood, unlike in Yangshan where fire bamboo can be used to dry clothes by the fire.
In short, life here was truly hard to describe.
Of course Old Yang missed life in Yangshan, fearing the group would leave him behind. He came early in the morning thick-skinned, hoping to go back to Yangshan with Liang Yuan.
Old Yang’s complaints to Yang Youwei, though not loud, were heard by Zhang Rongrong and others not far away.
Zhang Rongrong instinctively sniffed her clothes and hair, and her face turned a bit red in embarrassment.
She also smelled a sour odor on herself.
Having lived in Yangshan for so many days, she and others were deprived of shampoo, soap, and laundry detergent.
Living like this, people start to stink.
Yang Wei couldn’t help but whisper, "Uncle Lin, is what he says true? Is life in Yangshan really that good?"
"Yesterday I heard Uncle Lin say there are a lot of survivors in Yangshan, over a thousand people. How do they have so many supplies?"
"Yes, so many people, are there enough supplies? Do they really take daily baths and dry clothes?"
"Seeing how urgently Uncle Lin wants to go back, it must be true."
"Ah, if only there was a bottle of shampoo, my scalp is so oily it’s itching to death. I’ve thought of shaving my head or getting a buzz cut like you guys." a middle-aged woman said in a low voice.
"Not just shampoo, even a bar of soap would be fine. My scalp itches so badly."
"Sigh, my body too, my husband doesn’t even want to touch me at night."