Disaster Apocalypse: Farming, Family, and My Hidden Secret Space

At this moment, Liu couldn't say anything more and could only kneel down and kowtow heavily in gratitude.

"Thank you, benefactor. Thank you, benefactor."

At fifteen, he was well aware of what these grain seeds meant — they were their hope for survival in the future.

"Alright," Hua'er pulled up the boy who was not much younger than her.

Looking at the boy who previously had trouble lifting his arm now walking freely, the feeling of pulling someone back from the brink of death was, to be honest, quite good. Hua'er's mood was rather upbeat.

Seeing that they were all doing much better and that the medicine and food had been handed out, Hua'er was relieved.

But... the environment here was still worrisome!

Earlier, someone noticed the abnormality with these children, and once there's a first, there will be a second. That means this place is no longer safe.

Hua'er looked at the tattered tents and messy environment, "Have you all ever thought of moving to another place?"

Liu, being a bit older, instantly understood the benefactor's intent considering the previous encounter with evildoers.

His heart was still in fear, not daring to imagine what if they hadn't exposed themselves. Thinking of the knife in one's hand sent chills down Liu's spine.

He nodded quickly. They hadn't left before because they had no way out and were too exhausted to go far.

Now... they could give it a try.

But... where could they go?

No one would welcome plague-stricken people like them, and they might even be burned alive.

Although the children couldn't discern why the benefactor suddenly mentioned leaving, seeing Liu nod, they followed suit and nodded as well.

Since they agreed, Hua'er searched her mind. After much thought, outside the city seemed safer.

When she was collecting bricks, she had been to several places outside the city and quickly chose an isolated, abandoned village, now just ruins.

Having made up her mind, Hua'er didn't hesitate any longer and said, "Alright, since we've decided to leave, let's not delay. Pack up quickly, and I'll take you there."

"Really?" Liu was excited.

Recalling how the benefactor saved them with two arrows, Liu felt more confident about leaving with her escort.

"Pack up quickly. I'll give you the time it takes to burn an incense stick, then I'll come back," Hua'er said, standing up and walking out of the tent.

"Benefactor... where are you going?" Liu looked at Hua'er nervously.

"I'm just going for a walk. Hurry up," she said.

"Right, right," knowing the benefactor wasn't leaving, Liu, Gouzi, and the other children were reassured and quickly got to work.

Indeed, Hua'er didn't leave but walked through the tent area on foot. On her way here, she couldn't overlook the condition of the people here. Seeing those suffering various torments from illness, especially the children, Hua'er was touched.

Since the stream water worked, Hua'er felt she had to do something. She quickly walked to the well in the tent area.

In the dark of night, the well's mouth loomed black. Hua'er reached in, and a large gush of stream water flowed into the well. After about half a tea's time, she stopped.

Next, at any tent with living people, Hua'er would pause briefly. After she left, each tent not only had four packs of herbs but also ten pounds of sweet potatoes, a pound of millet, and two ounces of coarse salt, and their water containers were filled with water.

After making a round, the heaviness in Hua'er's heart lightened a bit.

Fortunately, when stockpiling medicine, she focused on those specifically for treating epidemics. Otherwise, even Hua'er would feel powerless despite having the will.

Even so, nearly half of the medicinal materials were used up on this trip.

Thankfully, the commonly used medicines in space had already been planted; otherwise, with Hua'er being so eager to help, she might reconsider frequently. She wouldn't have trouble formulating the medicine, as doctors prescribed very subtly, but she had her perks. She could only hope more people could pull through.

When she returned to the children's tent, the once dilapidated tent was gone, leaving only an empty space. The children had packed and were waiting there. Seeing her arrival, they breathed a collective sigh of relief, and their eyes showed a hint of dependence.

"Are you taking the tents too?" Hua'er pointed to the heap beside Liu. Though ragged, they still weighed a bit.

"Yes," the children nodded. As broken as they were, they had been their home for over half a month, offering some shelter from the wind and rain.

"Alright then," Hua'er didn't say much. If they wanted to take them, let them. Ragged as they were, they could still serve a purpose.

But looking at the things under the children's feet, they didn't seem evident inside the tents, but now gathered, there was quite a bit of stuff.

Seeing their frail bodies, Hua'er was silent for a moment.

"Wait a minute," she nodded to them and walked into the night.

Upon returning, she had a shabby wooden cart in her hands, something she collected while gathering bricks. She had several of them.

This was the most worn-looking but the best quality one. The others were prepared as firewood.

It was perfect for these children, saving them some effort.

"A cart?" Gouzi and the children gathered around excitedly.

"Is it for us?" Hua'er looked eagerly at the benefactor brother.

"Yes."

"Thank you, thank you, brother," the children were so delighted they almost thanked him in unison.

With this cart, they no longer had to worry about not being able to carry everything.

Among them, only four or five could truly contribute strength. The others were too young, and there was worry if they could even keep up.

Even so, as sick as they were, they couldn't carry much. Although much recovered, they were still children and couldn't be expected to have much strength. Moreover, they couldn't bear to part with any of these useful items.

"You're welcome. Quickly pack your things onto the cart," although the night obscured visibility, Hua'er could sense the children's joy and spoke lightly.

"Right, right," the children got busy.

"Brother, all done," all the items were put onto the cart. Although it seemed like a lot, on the cart, it was only half full, leaving just the right amount of space for a few smaller brothers and sisters to sit.

Hua'er nodded, then took out alcohol from the space, avoided the water buckets, and sprayed the children and items.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted through, and while Liu and Gouzi were puzzled, no one dared to ask.

"I'm disinfecting," seeing the children's confusion, Hua'er explained proactively, "Once you find a place to settle, besides eating, you should disinfect everything again, including the clothes you wear, using boiling water to thoroughly scald them, to prevent cross-infection." Since these children had no adults around, Hua'er thought it best to remind them what she knew.

She didn't know if the plague could be contracted again after recovering, but it was always best to be cautious.

"Disinfect?" While not fully understanding, the children could guess that the disinfection mentioned by the benefactor brother referred to the plague they were infected with.

Indeed, there should be disinfection. The brother was right. If they all recovered, everything should be thoroughly disinfected.

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