Chapter 611: Chapter 446: Stockpiling Thousands for the Catastrophe, Raising a Child I’m Slacking Off 34_2
Three-year-old children are full of curiosity and learn quickly. Under the guidance of Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu, he changed rapidly.
At the very least, in terms of dressing, eating, and hygiene, he was already doing very well.
The base was well prepared at the time; they hid at higher ground and avoided disasters like flash floods and landslides. Even though life was difficult, they had gradually adapted.
Back then, Su Zhiruan told them that everything would return to normal in a year, and everyone could go back to their previous lives.
Although it was unclear whether what she said was true, people in despair were more willing to believe that everything would develop in a good direction and harbored hope and anticipation.
The expectations rising from despair often become more solid. Everyone counted the days, eager for that day to arrive sooner.
The fifth New Year since the apocalypse.
The rain seemed to have lessened a lot.
Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu prepared many supplies to send up the mountain.
They had a significant stockpile of supplies, but those on the mountain probably didn’t have much left.
Fortunately, the continuous heavy rainfall meant that water was not in short supply.
With so much water, after some filtration, although the taste was bad, as long as it could preserve life, everything else didn’t matter.
So, everyone carried on living with a mouthful of dry food and half a barrel of water.
Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu sent some compressed biscuits, dried meat, and other supplies over.
After arriving, they found a few strong young men to help them carry back more supplies.
There were also some scattered residents on the plains, but the plains had long become a vast ocean.
Su Zhiruan had people deliver supplies by kayak.
Everyone’s face beamed with a smile at the supplies that fell from the sky.
In their hearts, they grew even more grateful for the kindness of Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu.
After all, under such conditions, that someone would risk their own supplies for these insignificant people was beyond what most could see themselves doing selflessly if they were to put themselves in their shoes.
Su Zhiruan’s actions were primarily to encourage.
The rain continued for over half a year. With food becoming scarce and daily life filled with anxiety and fear, those with a slight weakness of spirit would have already succumbed to the burden and perished.
She also included some encouraging letters in the supplies. Although it was uncertain if they would have an effect, if they could help even one person adjust their mindset and get through the toughest remaining half of the year, then these letters were useful.
The New Year had arrived again.
Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu were in the kitchen preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Despite the hardships of the apocalypse, they still wanted to convey a sense of home to the child, to have him remember the flavor of the New Year, to remember the traditional festivals.
Xiangsheng was doing his homework; he was now three and a half years old. Su Zhiruan taught him to read and assigned him some homework. Although young, when it came to perseverance, he was truly not less than an adult, and even did better, practicing his writing every day.
“Dad, mom, I’ve finished!” He stood up from his chair, put the pencil in the holder, and brought his workbook over to Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu.
Su Zhiruan squatted down, and affectionately kissed his face, not sparing any praise, “Xiangsheng is so good, finishing your homework so quickly.”
“Mom, am I impressive?” He lifted his little face, his eyes sparkling like a little dog waiting for praise.
Su Zhiruan tousled his hair, “Of course you’re impressive!”
“Then I’ll go wash my hands and get ready to eat!” The little guy, delighted with his praise, immediately put his workbook back in its place, and scampered off to wash his hands using a tiny stool.
Wen Qingyu watched the interaction between the two with a smile, and then lowered his head, “Wife, am I impressive?”
Su Zhiruan poked his waist, “Are you also a child?”
Wen Qingyu cooperatively bent down, his light blue apron slipping a little from his neck with the motion. He smiled with his eyes curved, looking just like Xiangsheng, “Yes, I am.”
“Then…” Su Zhiruan, without any reservation, gave a mischievous smile, tiptoed to wrap her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, “So impressive, my husband is the most impressive!”
After saying that, she also planted a kiss on his face.
“Good.” Wen Qingyu, content, was about to proceed further.
However, the next second, Little Xiangsheng came out wiping his hands, sniffing around with his little nose, and said in confusion, “Something smells like it’s burning…”
Su Zhiruan looked down—
Something was scorched!