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

Will he forever leave a bad impression in front of the kind-hearted brother?

...Actually, under certain conditions, he is still a man who loves cleanliness.

Feeling embarrassed aside, as soon as he thought that the kind brother was unharmed, Gouzi's mood brightened immediately.

As long as he's fine, that's all that matters!

Holding the handkerchief that had gotten so dirty it couldn't be used anymore, how was he supposed to give it back? He felt like crying again.

He never knew he loved crying so much. Gouzi looked toward Brother Liu for help.

Brother Liu silently avoided eye contact. It wasn't that he didn't want to help; he just couldn't. It was so filthy that even if washed, the benefactor wouldn't want it.

Looking at Gouzi's and his own unkempt appearance, then at the benefactor, who although wearing strange clothes and working through the night was still spotless, it was clear how much the benefactor loved cleanliness.

He dared not speak carelessly. Truth be told, he found Gouzi's face miserably smeared.

Seeing Gouzi clean his face of that mess, Huajin's expression also returned to normal.

"I need to go," Huajin said softly.

"Go, benef... Young Master Huajin, you've been tired all night; why not rest a bit and have..." At this point, Brother Liu suddenly halted, realizing that their food would infect the benefactor.

Huajin understood Brother Liu's intentions and waved his hand: "No need, just be courageous and live well with your siblings from now on..."

"Young Master Huajin... will you come back?" Gouzi shouted reluctantly at the benefactor brother who was turning to leave.

Huajin: "..."

Shook his head: "I won't."

"Then can we come find you once we're healed?" In disappointment, Gouzi couldn't help but ask with hope.

"I live very far away?"

"We're not afraid", although he sensed rejection, Gouzi couldn't help but speak, his gaze firm on Huajin.

These years, apart from Brother Liu and his siblings, Huajin was among the few who made him feel warmth, causing him to want to draw closer.

Moreover, he still had to repay his kindness. How could he stand being too far away from the benefactor?

Huajin was about to lift his foot but stopped again, looking deeply at Gouzi, "If you truly wish to come, then come. However, it is a hundred miles from here, and if you are not fully prepared, I advise you against leaving lightly..."

There are too many uncertainties along the way, not to mention the extreme heat that will arrive in a few months. By then, these children won't be able to reach their destination.

Staying here, with mountains and water, there is still hope for survival.

Though Gouzi imagined it might be far, he hadn't expected it to be this far, leaving him feeling defeated; yet the determination in his eyes quickly reformed.

"I'm not afraid!" This time, Gouzi only referred to himself.

Huajin nodded, since that's the case, he then disclosed the location of Hua Village to Gouzi.

Seeing the two children seriously recording it down, this time Huajin really decided to leave.

Exhausted after a night of work, drenched in sweat and both tired and hungry, all she wanted was to return to space, take a shower, eat well, and then sleep thoroughly.

...There were still things to be done at night!

He nodded to them, disappearing quickly under the amazed gaze of the two children, his speed making them gape.

"Ben... benefactor... is so... so incredible!" Liu stammered in shock.

Having always heard his siblings call him immortal brother, immortal brother, he couldn't help but think along those lines.

This speed... can it really be achieved through martial arts?

Liu couldn't help but doubt.

Gouzi, on the other hand, with his mouth wide open, didn't close it for a long time, his admiration deepening.

Last time he couldn't see clearly, this time, he stared wide-eyed, carefully committing every aspect of the benefactor brother's disappearance to memory.

Nodding earnestly at Brother Liu's words, he indeed admired him, secretly vowing in his heart that one day he would find him.

Huajin had been running for a few minutes, found a slightly remote spot, and vanished right there.

Entering the space, she let out a sigh of relief, as the temperature in space was just right.

Then she undressed completely, tossing her clothes into a designated basin, poured stored boiling water over them, and let them soak for a while.

Even though her whole body was tightly wrapped in spiritual power, Huajin still couldn't get over the mental hurdle, as if not doing so would truly invite the virus.

Next, she entered the bathroom and thoroughly rinsed herself, almost applying a layer of disinfectant.

Then came the most pressing matter of the stomach; after a night of labor, she could have collapsed from hunger if not for her remarkable stamina.

She took millet porridge, century egg lean meat porridge, pork buns, vegetable buns, and fried dough; she stuffed herself until she couldn't move, finally stopping the action of putting food in her mouth, then returned to her room, threw herself onto the bed, and slept until sunset.

Upon waking, she was groggy, taking several seconds before she returned to her senses.

Then she washed, ate, and fed the livestock.

Two days had passed, she nearly forgot all about the livestock in space, and her arrival brought excitement to these big and small creatures.

Holding her nose while cleaning, after tidying up everything, the twilight deepened, and it was time to go out.

By the time Huajin reappeared in New Moon City, a quarter of an hour had passed.

The map of spiritual power fully unfolded, everything around her vividly came into view from her origin point, Huajin moved.

Target... the well.

Since the space had its effect, having done it, might as well do more good.

For the next few hours, she ran around New Moon City to every well she found, injecting streams of water into each, hoping to improve everyone's physical condition, and more would endure this plague.

The last place Huajin appeared was the government office; it was now dawn, and the sky showed a hint of grey.

Looking at the government office which fared no better than outside, Huajin silently judged.

No wonder no one guarded the city gates; the entire government office had succumbed, let alone the runners who maintained order outdoors, probably the first batch to fall.

Except for a few who could still move, most people lay helplessly in their rooms.

"Cough... Sir... take your medicine." A figure dressed as a guard holding a bowl of medicine trembled into the County Magistrate's living space, slowly waking the middle-aged man lying on the bed.

The man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused for a moment before clearing, his body also frail, hair mostly turning white despite looking just in his thirties or forties.

"Have you drunk yours?" Supporting himself to sit up, the man spoke.

The guard paused, slightly lowering his gaze, then returned to normal, "Brothers have all drunk."

Indeed they had, but only half of a single person's portion shared between two.

"How much medicine... is left?" The middle-aged man paused with his medicine, then asked.

"Sir, less than two days' supply remains."

The man's brows furrowed deeper, downing his medicine in one go.

"What about those sent to gather herbs?"

"..." The guard opened his mouth but said nothing.

Now, everyone had collapsed, even they were just barely standing, brewing medicine, who would have the strength to go out and gather herbs?