Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

Zhong Tiyun wanted to stay longer, but Zhipeng had already led everyone to the door quickly, waved to them, turned around and left.

It looked like there was a ghost chasing after him.

Zhipeng and Xue Tao all knew that everyone was short of supplies now. With five mouths to feed from two families, how could they stay and eat as unscrupulously as before?

Watching them walk away, Zhong Tiyun sighed helplessly.

Zhou Jianghai walked to the window, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and sighed: "It's not their fault. I heard from Yuxuan that all the supplies at Zhipeng's house have been soaked and spoiled. Everything they saved over the past two years has gone to waste. It's really..."

Zhou Shuwan nodded. "It's not just Zhipeng's family. The residents of the entire island are in the same boat. The crops and fish that everyone worked so hard to grow have all been destroyed by the sea. Starting over now will probably be even harder than before."

Zhong Tiyun lowered her head, the rag in her hand still gently wiping the table, but her movements had slowed down a lot.

She seemed to hear faint crying sounds coming from afar. It was the residents of the island who were heartbroken over the loss of their supplies.

The Zhou family also suffered a heavy loss.

The vegetable garden that was painstakingly built is now illuminated by plant lights, allowing us to continue harvesting vegetables and grains even in temperatures as low as minus 20 degrees Celsius.

When Zhou Shuwan fled to the mothership, although he had stored most of the supplies into the space, he did not take the vegetable boxes and plant lights in the vegetable garden.

Firstly, time is tight, and secondly, we are afraid that taking these things away will arouse suspicion.

Now, all of these have been swallowed up by the sea and turned into nothingness.

And those wooden houses that were built with so much effort are all gone.

But the trees on the island had been soaked for so long that the wood had rotted away, and even if they wanted to rebuild the wooden house, they no longer had the resources.

Zhou Shuwan has some in his space, but some of them are not suitable to be taken out.

There were outsiders here just now, so many things are difficult to take out.

Now that everyone has left, the Zhou family has lifted up all the stone slabs on the ground, cleaned the silt at the bottom, and spread dry fine sand or quicklime to absorb moisture.

Zhou Shuwan has both of these items in his space. He originally stockpiled them for future use as building materials.

Then repave it.

To remove moisture from the wall, you can only take out the fuel generator and dehumidifier and blow hard at the wall.

There are two small rooms, so it’s not difficult to clean them up.

However, in order to prevent outsiders from seeing and causing unnecessary trouble, the Zhou family kept the doors and windows tightly closed.

Fuel-fired generators are very noisy.

In order to reduce noise, shock-absorbing pads are laid on the ground to reduce resonance caused by hard contact between the machine and the ground.

Then use several layers of plush blankets to wrap the generator, avoiding the heat dissipation areas.

This greatly reduces the noise of the machine.

The Zhou family was busy until after 3 a.m. before they laid out clean bedding and fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning, when Zhou Shuwan woke up, the humidity in the house had decreased a lot.

She stood up and opened the window, and a cool breeze carrying the salty smell of sea water blew in her face.

The sky outside the window was still gray, with no sign of sunshine.

Not far away, a few surviving small trees swayed in the wind, with thick salt frost hanging between their branches and leaves.

Zhou Shuwan narrowed his eyes and looked towards the edge of the island, where there were still broken wooden houses and a desolate scene soaked by sea water.

"Awake?" Zhong Tiyun came in from outside, holding a piece of freshly roasted taro in her hand and handed it to Zhou Shuwan: "Eat something first, you still have a lot to do today."

Zhou Shuwan took the taro and took a bite.

Although taro is not eaten with sugar, it still tastes a bit sore to the throat.

But on a small island with scarce supplies, this is already a rare food.

Qi Mingyu couldn't see, but he still maintained a calm demeanor. He reached out to take the taro handed to him by Zhou Shuwan and ate it slowly.

Just then, Zhou Jianghai walked in from outside, his brow furrowed. "Wanwan, someone just sent over to inform us that there's not enough manpower on the island right now. We need each family to provide two workers to clean up the rubble as quickly as possible."

Zhou Shuwan nodded, stuffed the last bite of taro into her mouth, and stood up: "Mu Mu and I will go together to help. Let Brother Xiao Yu stay at home."

Qi Mingyu also knew that the environment on the island was completely unfamiliar to him.

He went out to cause trouble for everyone and remained silent about Zhou Shuwan's arrangements.

Zhou Jianghai was reluctant to let his daughter go out to do hard labor.

It's so cold now and it's a long night. It's hard to move heavy objects and clear the silt.

"You stay home with Xiaoyu, Mumu and I will go..."

Zhou Shuwan interrupted him: "Dad, if you don't want us to worry, you and mom should just stay at home."

Mu Mu also nodded: "That's right, Dad, let my sister and I go."

Zhou Jianghai was old after all, and his eyes were blurry. He couldn't see what was under his feet. He missed a step and fell, but he couldn't get through.

Because of lumbar problems, Zhong Tiyun's family has not allowed her to do heavy work in the past two years.

In the end, Zhou Shuwan and Mu Mu went to work together.

Torches had been lit on the island overnight.

It can’t be said that the lights are bright, but you can see the general idea clearly.

The island was in ruins, littered with rotten wood and furniture washed beyond recognition by the sea.

Several navy officers were directing everyone to clear the mud and wood from the ruins.

Zhou Shuwan and Mu Mu joined the cleanup team.

She used a fork to pile up the rotten wood, preparing to dry it and burn it as firewood.

Others were also busy, some were clearing the mud, and some were searching for usable items in the ruins.

Although everyone was tired, no one complained.

Everyone knew that only by cleaning up the island as quickly as possible could they start over faster.

There are also people cleaning up the farmland.

"Mumu, come and help!"

Mu Mu walked over quickly and moved several wooden boxes away with several navy men.

The wooden box had rotted and the contents had long been washed away by the sea.

He sighed and turned back to clearing the rest of the rubble.

At this time, Zhipeng and Xue Tao also joined the cleanup team.

Zhipeng saw Zhou Shuwan and walked over to pat her on the shoulder: "Wanwan, everyone is helping, don't get too tired."

Zhou Shuwan smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's okay, if we all work together, we can clean up the island quickly."

Zhipeng nodded, turned around and looked, only to see Mu Mu working hard. His brows furrowed slightly: "Wanwan, I didn't ask yesterday, is Xiaoyu... okay?"

Zhou Shuwan sighed softly: "He is trying hard to adapt. After his eye injury, many things have become different."

Zhipeng was silent for a while, then whispered, "It's not easy for both of you!"

In these last days, who has it easy?