A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

Shen Chang Le...

Song Wenyuan repeated the name in his mind again.

His surname is Shen.

He himself wasn't too fixated on his surname, but he understood his parents, as evidenced by their attitude towards the eldest grandson of the Song family.

If a child's name is chosen at home, how could his parents not have any objections?

If the child's name was changed later, what happened in the family that made his wife make such a choice?

"That's a really nice name. Did you name her?" Song Wenyuan asked casually.

"Why would you ask that?" An Ning asked, puzzled.

In this day and age, whether it's customary or otherwise, it's mostly the elders or the child's father who name the child; almost no one asks the mother about such matters.

“I feel it.” Song Wenyuan looked at An Ning earnestly.

Looking into the other person's dark and bright eyes, An Ning felt a jolt in her heart and quickly looked away.

“I named her that, hoping she will be happy all her life,” Anning said.

“It’s rare to see a child take the mother’s surname,” Song Wenyuan added.

This time, An Ning simply smiled and didn't reply.

Seeing that he couldn't get any information from her, Song Wenyuan could only change the subject: "Speaking of which, you just said you didn't plan to repair the radio, so what do you plan to use it for?"

He had actually repaired one of the two broken radios he got, but this one was malfunctioning and he couldn't get it fixed.

Anning perks up whenever the radio is mentioned.

"I want to convert the radio into a walkie-talkie."

"A walkie-talkie?"

Such things are too sensitive on the island. Song Wenyuan's eyes instantly sharpened, and his free hand subconsciously reached for his waist.

But he hesitated for a moment and then withdrew his hand. "What do you want to use the walkie-talkie for? That thing is not easy to modify, and even if you could, the effect wouldn't be very good."

An Ning waved her hand: "It doesn't need to be anything too fancy. I just made this to appease the kids since I have nothing else to do."

She recounted the situation and patted Xiao Ni'er's head: "This child is rather introverted and lacks confidence. I wanted to help her find her place through this team-based game and become more confident from the inside out."

The sharp gaze faded, replaced by endless tenderness.

At that moment, Song Wenyuan thought about many things.

Shen Anning has her own job, and he sends money back home every month. Moreover, she is so good to the child, making her snacks and toys that others don't have...

Why did his daughter develop this kind of personality?

It seems there's a problem back home.

No, he has to send someone back to find out what's going on.

"As for walkie-talkies, I do know a little bit about them..."

"That's great!" Anning said. "I didn't actually modify it. I just read about the principles of walkie-talkies in a book and thought I could modify it using components from a radio. Buying a walkie-talkie directly is too expensive, so I was thinking of trying a cheap, discarded radio, but I'm a little unsure."

No wonder!

After the apocalypse, human cities soon began to experience water and power outages, and cell phones and computers were among the first to become useless.

However, there are simply too many zombies. If humanity cannot unite, it will be impossible to survive in this apocalypse.

This led to the creation of a mobile phone alternative – the solar-powered walkie-talkie.

Anning's team was equipped with these walkie-talkies, which had an effective communication range of up to 50 kilometers in the city. She knew the structure of these walkie-talkies very well.

The problem is that the components now look very different from those back then.

She could barely recognize some of them, or discern their effect from their structure, but not others at all.

Therefore, she urgently needs books from this era, or guidance from someone knowledgeable in technology.

"It should be possible, but to convert it into a walkie-talkie, we'll need to find some other things, such as a microphone, a switch, and a compatible antenna..."

The two chatted about how to convert a radio into a walkie-talkie. The little girl didn't seem impatient at being ignored; instead, she listened attentively.

She knew that her mother and the uncle were discussing how to make toys. Although she couldn't understand what they were saying, she was happy just thinking about having new toys that would make other children envious.

As they chatted, the two of them took apart the radio that they couldn't fix no matter what they did, and removed all the components inside.

Throughout the entire process, Song Wenyuan displayed a state of complete ease, which made An Ning look at him with even greater respect.

Chen Hai looks young and gives off the impression of a naive, handsome, dark-skinned guy who's strong but lacks intelligence. Surprisingly, he has a good understanding of communication devices.

If the college entrance examination hadn't been abolished, he would probably be studying at some prestigious university now, right?

Time flies, and when I looked up again, the sun had already moved far away.

When Anning wanted to know the time, she realized that she hadn't bought a watch.

In the military, there would be a bell ringing every now and then, and you could make a rough judgment without knowing the exact time, but that's not the case when you're out in the field.

Song Wenyuan noticed An Ning's concerns and offered, "It's getting late. It must take quite a while to cycle back to the unit from here, right? You're a woman with a child; it's not safe for you to go back so late. Why don't you go back today and come back tomorrow? I'll go look for what we need, and we can finish the rest when you get here. Is that alright?"

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble for you?"

"No, I'm free these days, so I'm just killing time. Besides, it's not a big deal, and I can't just eat all that squid strips for free!" Song Wenyuan said.

"Thank you!"

Since the other party had said so, An Ning didn't argue.

Before leaving, she remembered something else.

"By the way, since you're on the ship every day, do you know anyone at the shipyard?"

"Shipyard?" Song Wenyuan asked, puzzled.

“Okay.” Anning nodded. “I’d like to borrow their machines to modify something.”

"I see..." Song Wenyuan thought for a moment, "I do know people who can help, but it might be a bit troublesome if you want to borrow the shipyard's machinery. How about this, I'll ask around for you and get back to you when you come tomorrow, okay?"

“Okay. Tell them I won’t break it and I can pay a certain fee.”

"Okay. It's getting late, you should take the child home first! Come back tomorrow," Song Wenyuan urged.

An Ning blinked: "Then... goodbye?"

"Goodbye." Song Wenyuan waved.

After watching his wife and daughter ride away on their bicycles, he turned around to pick up the radio parts scattered on the ground and discovered that twenty yuan had been hidden under the radio casing sometime during the night.

She is keeping her distance from him.

Song Wenyuan was a little angry because Shen Anning treated him like an outsider.

But he was also a little happy because Shen Anning didn't recognize him, which meant that she was very discreet with men other than her husband.

After tidying up the radio parts, Song Wenyuan did not go to the scrap metal recycling station.

He has something more urgent to do.

He needs to find someone to help him find out what exactly happened in his hometown.

Also, it's time to put our trusted brother back to help take care of his wife and daughter.