Chapter 303: Chapter 303

Aunt was flabbergasted. "People are barely getting enough to eat now, so when exactly are we supposed to wait? Who would want to buy your feed for Domestic Poultry?"

The hardest days of the apocalypse had just begun, and the situation was akin to the proverbial slow-boiling frog; there would always need to be something stimulating to shake things up. Jing Shu shook her head. "You’ll wait for my notification."

Uncle, who was nearby, grabbed the phone. "Jing Shu, you sell whenever you say you’ll sell. Don’t mind your Aunt; she doesn’t understand. That’s it, goodbye."

Having said that, he hung up the phone in a hurry. Jing Shu shrugged her shoulders. She had changed quite a lot in this life—how could Uncle have been so decisive in his previous life? Now that he had some confidence, things were indeed different.

Unexpectedly, within just a few days, Aunt couldn’t contain her impatience and called again. Jing Shu thought she was going to talk about the Red Worm Feed again, but the voice on the other end of the line was Uncle’s, "Jing Shu, get your Mom to come over quickly. Su Meimei has attempted suicide."

"Hm?" On the other end of the line, Jing Shu was in the warm workshop with Zijin, processing silk wadding. They were shaping the wadding from the final stage into various sizes, preparing it for making silk quilts and silk clothes.

Honestly, Jing Shu was surprised they had managed to breed so many silkworms in just over half a year and stockpile so much silk for clothes and quilts. However, after sorting through it with Zijin for half a month, they only had enough for ten quilts and one set of cotton clothes per person. Jing Shu wanted to breed more and stockpile more. These consumables were always good to have in abundance during the apocalypse.

Hearing that Elder Aunt’s daughter-in-law was about to have a baby, Grandma Jing had been busy sewing diapers and little clothes from their home-grown cotton. But the weather was getting colder, and conditions in the countryside were poor. Grandma Jing wanted to make some silk-quilted padded clothes, which could serve as both small quilts and garments.

So, Jing Shu and Zijin were picking out the remnants to use as perfect filling for the little clothes.

Now, Uncle was calling to say that Su Meimei had attempted suicide? That troublesome Su Meimei. Ever since her father was sent back to their hometown last year, Jing Shu hadn’t paid much attention to her. After all, a woman who was blind and covered in oozing sores from head to toe couldn’t really cause any more trouble.

"Is she dead?" Jing Shu asked indifferently. After all, Su Meimei was someone who had killed her in a previous life. Hatred wasn’t something that could be just let go of—it was a shadow that lasted a lifetime.

That’s when she heard Aunt saying dissatisfiedly on the other end, "She didn’t die. But her husband, Zhang Zhongyong, called and told us to take Su Meimei back. He said if she’s going to die, she better not die at his place—it’s bad luck! Isn’t that infuriating? Su Meimei isn’t even our blood sister, so why should we take her back? Since we’ve cut off relations, we should stop interacting with them. Let her die there then! In the end, she’s his wife; he can’t just wash his hands of her."

Uncle once again grabbed the phone. "You can’t talk like that! If she really is going to die, we should at least take one last look and collect her body. Jing Shu, still, call your Mom to take a look."

Jing Shu tapped her knuckles lightly. She had almost forgotten about the accomplices from her past. Who were they? Su Meimei, her husband Zhang Zhongyong, and Zhang Zhongyong’s mistress with her family—they couldn’t be let off the hook either!

As for the instigator Su Meimei, she couldn’t endure just two years into the apocalypse? She should at least enjoy the days to come. Jing Shu thought with a Devil’s smile.

"Okay, Uncle, I got it. Wait for us in West Mountain. We’ll go take a look together."

After hanging up, Jing Shu asked Zijin to continue working alone while she called Mrs. Jing to explain the situation. Mrs. Jing was silent for a long time before saying, "Sigh. Well, if she’s really dead, we’ll go send her off on her last journey."

Isn’t it said that the dead always weigh more than the living? No matter how great the crimes committed in life, they are gradually forgotten after death, and people start to reflect. Therefore, it’s better for everyone that Su Meimei keeps on living, especially since it allows the opportunity to keep tormenting Zhang Zhongyong.

Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing both got off work early. Jing Shu drove the Shark Submarine to meet them. Turning towards West Mountain, she picked up Uncle’s family and, guided by Uncle, headed for Zhang Zhongyong’s new house. Of course, Jing Shu, in the Shark Submarine, already knew the way.

After Su Meimei’s home was flooded, she had moved to a place slightly better than West Mountain but much worse than the Banana District.

This place had a feature known as the "Venice Water City." Nearly half the houses were submerged, with residents still living in the remaining high-rises. Initially, this area wasn’t flooded. However, after ten months of torrential rain—and unlike the Banana District, which was on higher ground and had drainage—the flooding began at the first level and had now spread to the fifth.

The water in the city center showed no signs of receding; even now, the tallest buildings were still out of sight. It was said the water levels were still rising.

The car couldn’t go any further when they neared the area. The local mode of transport involved floating across the water on wooden planks. After parking the car, Jing Shu had to make two trips to get everyone across, and then they climbed in through a window.

Zhang Zhongyong’s personal situation was still decent, so he occupied an entire house by himself. The door was wide open. Inside, cries loud enough to shake the heavens erupted, and Jing Shu immediately recognized Zhang Hanhan’s voice.

The family hurried over.

The house had two bedrooms and one living room, but it was already crowded with people. When Jing Shu’s two families squeezed in, it became even more packed and was filled with a repulsive stench.

"Well, well, someone finally came! Hurry up and take this person back with you. If you don’t, I really can’t stand it anymore!" a woman said impatiently, hands on her hips, one pinky finger elegantly raised.

Upon hearing this, Aunt was displeased. "Who are you? Where’s Zhang Zhongyong? Call him out! This woman is his wife; why should we take her back?"

"Ha! Who am I? I’m Zhang Zhongyong’s current wife. Who do you think I am?" the woman said haughtily, tugging at Zhang Hanhan, who was crying on the floor. "And drag this money-losing good-for-nothing back with you too! She’s useless at work but eats a ton every day."

Zhang Hanhan cried even louder. She showed no reaction upon seeing Jing Shu’s family. What a contrast to the vibrant, slightly plump girl from last year; in just twelve months, she had become painfully thin, like a skeleton.

Aunt scoffed, "Tch, a Xiao San dares to speak? Didn’t Zhang Zhongyong say he was sending you away? How do you still have the nerve to be here?"

The woman bristled. "You!" Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥

Uncle stepped forward. "Let’s not argue for now. First, let us see Su Meimei."

The woman kicked Zhang Hanhan. "Aren’t you going to lead the way? Or do you want to wait until your old mother breathes her last before you’re happy?"

"SOB SOB SOB..." Zhang Hanhan cried while leading them to the bathroom, where the stench was emanating from.

Jing Shu followed, frowning. When she saw Su Meimei lying in the bathroom, she couldn’t believe her eyes. How could someone change so drastically? How could just a year make her utterly unrecognizable? AHEM. Suddenly, Jing Shu felt that perhaps her hatred wasn’t so intense after all.