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The days were short-lived; troubles arose again.

A sharp commotion came from downstairs, along with the occasional loud noise of something being moved.

Jiang Li looked out the window and found that the floodwaters were rising faster than they had anticipated.

It's probably already flooded up to the second floor.

Jiang Li opened the owners' group chat, where messages were scrolling rapidly.

[Oh my god, the floodwater has reached the second-floor staircase! Someone please help me!]

The second floor is about to flood. Are there any families on higher floors who could take our family of three in for a while?

We can pay rent, half a bag of instant noodles a day.

We're all neighbors; helping each other is a virtue.

The residents on the second floor are all asking for help in the group chat, as they didn't expect the acid rain to last so long.

The floodwaters even reached the second floor; I've never seen anything like it before.

This made them extremely anxious, and they desperately wanted to find a safe place to move to.

Some well-meaning people in the group appealed to those residents who live alone to take in the second-floor residents.

With more people, we can help each other out, and it's more lively living together.

The result was a direct rebuttal: if you want to be a good person, why don't you accept it yourself? If you like a lively atmosphere, then add more people.

If someone says something, they'll get three or four retorts.

In the current situation, it's almost impossible to accept strangers moving into your home.

Selfishness is human nature, and it is also a form of self-protection.

After all, if the people who move in have no food, can you not take out the food yourself?

Or, under duress from a large crowd, could one still hide the food properly and not reveal it?

Human nature cannot be tested, especially in the context of apocalyptic natural disasters.

Unable to get a response, the residents on the second floor had no choice but to move their food and valuables out of their homes.

If we wait until the water actually gets into the house, we won't be able to get these things out.

They ran straight to the top floor corridor, where their belongings took up the small space.

As a result, the residents on the 11th floor were unhappy. Who likes the feeling of a group of homeless people sleeping in front of their own door?

The hot-tempered family opened the door and started yelling, "Who allowed them to live in our doorstep? Tell them to get out of here!"

The second-floor resident, who was already in a bad mood, became furious upon hearing this, and a conflict immediately broke out between the two parties.

Seeing the live footage posted on the 11th floor of the group chat, Jiang Li pursed her dry lips.

She casually handed her phone to Ye Jingmo, saying speechlessly:

"Are we just going up there to deliver ourselves to the enemy? Opening the door and confronting more than a dozen people?"

"I didn't expect the malice to be this great now."

Ye Jingmo swiped the screen and said, "I'm afraid no one expected that the two sides would start fighting like this."

"The weather is gloomy now, and people haven't seen the sun for too long, so they feel depressed. A small spark can set them all off."

The farce only ended after community workers arrived.

Upon hearing that a fight had broken out upstairs, the staff who came to deliver supplies immediately went up to check.

Various methods were used to separate the two parties, and the staff persuaded them for a long time before they finally reached a settlement.

Ye Jingmo went to collect the supplies as usual, and then heard the person in front of him asking a question.

Why is there one less pack of instant noodles today?

The staff member said helplessly, "Due to the flooding, transportation is difficult, and we have lost a lot of supplies."

"Right now, we can only guarantee one pack per person."

A murmur arose from the crowd: "One pack? Two packs weren't enough to fill us up, what can one pack do?"

"What if they stop distributing them later? If that happens, we'll be trapped here and die."

The staff quickly reassured everyone, "No, once the rain subsides and the floodwaters recede a bit, we'll be able to supply supplies normally again."

"Don't worry, everyone. The country and the government will not abandon us."

Another voice rang out from the crowd, carrying a cold, mocking tone.

"Who knows if those high-ranking officials and those with generous salaries are hiding somewhere enjoying their wealth and power? Who can truly think about us ordinary people?"

Ye Jingmo looked at the person who made the voice, and it was a familiar face—Wang Yi.

Wang Yi said indignantly, "Don't say that you eat fresh vegetables and meat every day while we eat instant noodles every day."

This remark sparked a discussion among those present, as the acid rain had been falling for so long and they had almost run out of vegetables and meat at home.

Families who insist on eating only fresh vegetables and meat have not eaten any since the day the acid rain started.

Facing the probing and sinister gazes of the crowd, the staff member explained loudly.

“Our supplies are the same as everyone else’s. The vegetables rotted in the fields because of the sudden acid rain.”

"At the same time, vegetables are difficult to store and transport, and the current transportation chain for meat is broken. We will relay everyone's thoughts to our superiors."

As everyone's excitement gradually subsided, realizing that the staff had also worked hard, they took their supplies and went back.

Wang Yi saw the crowd calm down, his eyes filled with resentment, and he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

If these people start fighting, I can take advantage of the chaos to steal some supplies.

It's really abominable!

Wang Yi squeezed into the crowd and slowly backed away.

He didn't want his staff to realize they saw his face; what if they targeted him then?

Ye Jingmo took the bag home. Jiang Li looked at the two bottles of water and two packets of instant noodles in the bag and asked in confusion:

"Were the supplies reduced today?"

"Yes, the instant noodles have been reduced to one pack. It's probably because the floodwaters have gotten too deep, and regular cars can no longer drive on the road."

Jiang Li sighed; life was getting harder and harder.

"What are we going to eat later?" Ye Jingmo changed the subject.

The instant noodles they usually receive are stored in their spatial dimension, and the vegetables they eat regularly are stored there.

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs and stir-fried baby bok choy, but I'm worried the flavors will be too strong."

Jiang Li had some doubts, after all, at this time, the aroma of food wafting from the house was tantamount to showing off that the family had millions in assets.

"Never mind, let's just eat the food we packed earlier."

"It's okay. Just turn on the range hood and seal the gaps in the kitchen with towels. As long as the smell of food doesn't get into the hallway, no one outside will know whose house it is."

"I never thought I'd have to sneak around to eat a meal."

Jiang Li sighed helplessly; having too many supplies in the space was a sweet burden.

Ye Jingmo quickly stir-fried the dish and served it, which was steaming hot and looked delicious.

Jiang Li tasted the glossy, reddish ribs and couldn't help but give Ye Jingmo a thumbs up.

The taste is comparable to that of a five-star chef.

Pudding also lay on Jiang Li's lap. Although it knew that Jiang Li would not feed it, it could not stop itself from smelling the aroma.

Ye Jingmo poured dog food for Pudding and let it eat with them.

Suddenly, the sound of sparks crackling came from outside the window.