Quick Transmigration: Leisure

It was 11:30 a.m.

"cough!"

"Ahem! To help everyone hold on, let's distribute this meat among you first!"

The old woman smiled kindly, and with no ice line to stop her, she walked easily to the middle section, as if nothing sordid had happened the night before. The old man followed with his cane, and the young man carrying a vegetable basket brought up the rear.

By this time, they had eaten everything they could, leaving the seven people with only unpalatable salad dressing and equally unpalatable raw meat.

Seeing that there seemed to be a chance of survival, the group became polite again, and did not mention the unpleasantness of the previous night to the elderly and young people who took the initiative to be friendly.

"Is this edible?"

"How do I get it cooked? You have a lighter, right?" The middle-aged man thought of the young man's gesture of lighting his cigarette for him.

"Yes, buddy! This requires everyone's joint efforts."

As he spoke, the young man offered his idea. First, they would use the middle-aged family's fruit knife to butcher the meat, then boil it together with the water they had collected that morning. Fuel would be the vegetable basket, whatever could be burned in the car, and public items like curtains and handrails.

Using salad dressing as a condiment is always a safe way to fill your stomach.

Now, even the wealthy man who had previously been averse to it agreed. He didn't eat raw food because he was afraid of getting sick, but as long as it was cooked, there was nothing to resist. For the sake of survival, he wasn't ashamed at all.

The pot for cooking meat is the outer shell of the abandoned electrical control box inside the car. It was disassembled and turned into a container shape. It is made of sheet metal and heating works fine for now.

The group of people in the middle were busily setting up a stove.

It was made entirely of removable items from inside the car. As for smashing the window, this was already verified yesterday. They could use hammers and tools to remove some items from inside the car, but when it came to breaking the window to escape, it was all in vain.

It will only keep draining your energy.

The group ignored Xia Youmi and Xiu Ge, who were silent in the back row.

They neither dared to provoke them nor wanted to give them a friendly look.

Xia Youmi and Xiuge continued to communicate by writing, living a leisurely and carefree life.

The fire for cooking the meat was lit, mingling with the strange smell of burning unidentified objects, and the gamey and fishy smell of the meat.

The two people in the back row had already put on their masks and applied some perfume to their hands.

Xiu Ge didn't forget to stand up and exercise, stretching while cleaning up the various kinds of trash left in the back row.

Pack up all the bloodstains and Coke cans, and throw them under the seats near the middle. Then go check the windows that were blocked off last night.

Her actions distracted the crowd who were salivating from the aroma of the meat.

They were afraid it would be taken away.

"Dad, Grandpa, my sisters are so amazing, they won't just snatch the whole pot of meat away once it's cooked, will they?" The girl's voice was no longer low and could reach Xia Youmi, who was sitting in the back row.

These words caused everyone to look at Xiu Ge, who was standing nearby, and give him a disdainful look before continuing to check the nearby windows.

It was the old lady who took the initiative to comfort the girl.

"No, that Xia family child is a good person. She has been a role model for our Miya'er since she was little. She wouldn't do such a thing."

"Grandma, I haven't seen Sister Mi for so long."

The room fell silent as the girl spoke.

She looked awkwardly at everyone: the old man with a look of disgust, the burly man who was stunned, the gloomy mother, the strange father, the reporter whose eyes were full of surprise, and the old woman who was lost in her memories.

Xiu Ge and Xia Youmi were ignored by her, but it was clear that Xia Youmi noticed Xiu Ge's unusual behavior on her own.

"Haha! Don't worry! The stuff won't be stolen! If that girl dares, I wish her the same fate as your sister Mi." The middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice, changing the subject, "I haven't asked yet! Little Ba? What brings you to our village?"

"Brother, I..."

The young reporter glanced at his broken camera, thought for a moment, and took out a voice recorder from his equipment bag. Using a notebook and pen as cover, he returned to the crowd and began his work, asking:

"By the way! You all know Zhou Mi?"

"May I ask her some questions? Just to get a basic understanding of her life, hobbies, family, and social relationships."

The old lady glanced at the old man, then fell silent, unable to manage a gentle smile.

The girl, however, seemed to remember something and spoke up:

"This is Zhou Mi's biological grandmother; she should know more about this than we do."

The reporter was surprised to find that the case he was handling involved a close relative, which piqued his interest.

But the old lady kept repeating the same things: Zhou Mi was a hard-working, sensible, and obedient child.

The reporter couldn't get the facts out of him or get to the bottom of things, and the current environment is not suitable for his work.

Once things return to normal, we can always find out something from the villages.

Amidst an eerie atmosphere, the group was greeted by the cooked meat.

To save on heat, the two types of meat were cooked together. Although they were both in chunks, the black and white parts were clearly distinguishable.

then,

It's about how to cut the meat.

Although there is hope, and it seems like we can get out soon, who knows if it will be another illusion, and we will still need to survive in the car for a long time?

The smell in the car had begun to slowly ferment in a corner as people could no longer suppress their urges.

That seemingly plentiful amount of meat is the key to holding out until the very end.

"We can't make a move!"

Before someone could raise a hammer and resolve the situation by force, they were stopped: "Don't forget there are two more people behind us. If we both get injured, the ones who didn't contribute will get all the spoils!"

After calming down, the group began to distribute the meat according to their contribution points. Each time someone gave a reason, they would receive a small piece of meat.

Of course, they should get a piece of their grandparents' meat.

Even the young man's lighter deserves a share.

The middle-aged woman collected ice to cook it, and she and her daughter could also share a bite.

Middle-aged men, who contribute the most physical strength, should also get a share.

but,

At this point, it's pointless for the wealthy person to bring money.

He even wanted to try lifting the hammer! Naturally, he was secretly ostracized by the others.

Helpless, the wealthy man took off his big gold chain and threw it into the girl's arms.

"Can I have a piece of meat now?"

"Here."

When the meal ended, they were very restrained, each only having one piece of meat.

The rest were all taken out and then evenly sun-dried, waiting to be air-dried.

The grandmother and the middle-aged woman were supervising them, and neither of them was allowed to steal a bite.

After the grand meal, everyone returned to their seats and began to wait and rest.

Fantasy is, after all, just fantasy.

As the sun set, the car still hadn't stopped; instead, the light in front and behind gradually disappeared.

The car was dark again.

Now there was no need to worry anymore. Everyone started to seal up any gaps they could, leaving only one unimportant spot specifically for catching the ice.

Used as a water source for the next day.

The seven people ate meat again at five o'clock.

However, it is clear that the old man and the girl's contributions have come to an end, and they are no longer entitled to a share of the meat.

In the fear of darkness, no virtues exist.

The girl curled herself up again; there was no use in being resentful.

eight o'clock,

Twenty-four hours had passed since they entered the infinite tunnel. Those who realized this began to feel agitated.

especially,

When the old lady heard the reporter interviewing the old man alone, she finally couldn't contain her anger and said:

"Are you even human?! Isn't that your granddaughter?!"