RHRPAW Ch 59

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“I bought a lot. You can see if Qianqian and them want some later and send them a roll. If they offer crystal cores, just accept them since they’re both strong-willed. As for the rest, just keep them, and we’ll use them slowly,” Mo Sisi’s voice was light and cheerful, clearly very satisfied with the rewards from this mission.

“Sisi, you’ve worked hard,” Aunt Mo Yun patted Mo Sisi’s head, “But you don’t need to work so hard anymore. I’ve started working at Boss Jiang’s hotpot restaurant now. There’s food at the restaurant for both lunch and dinner, and it’s really good. I also earn points every month, and Boss Jiang said those points can be used to exchange for supplies. The other staff all say that they have access to all kinds of supplies now.”

Hearing Aunt Mo Yun’s words, Mo Sisi was surprised and also felt a bit of heartache. Her mother had suffered irreversible harm for her in the past, and now she still had to go out to work.

“Is it tiring? Is it safe? Did Qianqian introduce you to the job?” Mo Sisi no longer had the heart to organize things, holding her mother’s hand and asking in detail.

“Qianqian and Little Jing told me the restaurant was hiring, so I thought since I was idle anyway, I might as well go out and give it a go—I didn’t expect to actually get the job. The boss is really nice, and the work isn’t tiring, much easier than you going out on missions. Little Jing also went to the restaurant, and the boss gave her a wheelchair and assigned her a light job,” Aunt Mo Yun slowly recounted her day’s experiences to Mo Sisi.

“Boss Jiang is really too kind,” Mo Sisi murmured.

In the apocalypse, she hadn’t encountered such a kind-hearted person in a long time; most people only cared about themselves now.

“Yes, she’s also quite soft-hearted. Today I saw other survivors also asking her to sell them wheelchairs. Boss Jiang hadn’t been willing to originally, but later, seeing how pitiful they were, she agreed and told them that she only accepted gold, not crystal cores. That wheelchair is really good, such good quality probably not even a high-level crystal core could buy it,” Aunt Mo Yun sighed with emotion.

Such praises were also being echoed in other survivors’ homes.

Especially in those of the survivors who had bought wheelchairs today.

Jiang Jun hurried home with the wheelchair, his mood a bit eager and impatient along the way.

He was just an ordinary survivor, but because of his extra efforts, he had saved up quite a few crystal cores in order to rent a single room.

Although it was called a single room, it was actually a large room divided into small compartments, and despite not being ventilated or soundproof, the best part about this place was being able to have a private space.

Jiang Jun also had an eight year old daughter with a leg disability, unable to run and jump like a normal person. In this apocalyptic era, it was already very dangerous for a girl—let alone one who couldn’t run away, so he had to do everything in his power to let his daughter live in a relatively safe environment.

Jiang Xiaohua’s mother had passed away when she was two years old, leaving the father and daughter to rely on each other, so for Jiang Jun, Jiang Xiaohua was practically his life.

After returning, Jiang Jun entered the large room, meeting many neighbors on the way, who all curiously looked at the iron gadget that had been almost folded flat in his hand.

Someone familiar asked what it was, and Jiang Jun didn’t try to hide it, saying it was a wheelchair for Xiaohua.

“Oh my, where did you find such a rare item?” the survivor asked in surprise.

“It was bought with the help of Boss Jiang from the hotpot restaurant,” Jiang Jun replied, not going into too much detail, afraid that Boss Jiang might be displeased if he said too much.

As for the bomb his words had left behind, he couldn’t care less. Right now, Jiang Jun’s mind was entirely focused on Xiaohua in the room.

The door and walls of Jiang Jun’s house were specially made, with several locks installed, just in case someone with ulterior motives tried to break in.

He unlocked the door, and Jiang Xiaohua inside immediately looked up happily, “Dad! You’re back.”

Jiang Jun’s stern face immediately broke into a smile, “I’m back. Did you practice your writing today?”

In times of peace, Jiang Xiaohua would already be in elementary school, but since there weren’t any schools now, Jiang Jun taught his daughter to write himself, making her practice every day.

The pen was just the small stones that could be found everywhere outside, which Jiang Jun had specially grinded down to be comfortable to hold, while the notebook was naturally the room’s ground and walls.

By now, half of the room had been covered with Xiaohua’s writing.

The partitioned room was very small, and felt even more cramped when Jiang Jun entered. There was only a bed inside, and Jiang Jun had made a foldable long wooden board to serve as their table. The space beside the bed was so narrow that you could only shuffle across sideways, making it difficult to even bend over.

The light inside the room was dim. After entering, Jiang Jun closed the door and lit a candle that was almost burnt down to its last bit of wax, “Xiaohua, look what Dad brought back for you.”

Jiang Jun placed the wheelchair he had been carrying on the bed and quickly assembled it according to the instructions. Soon, a complete wheelchair appeared before the father and daughter.

“Dad, why did you bring back a chair? Will it fit in our house?” Xiaohua asked, puzzled.

“This is a wheelchair, specially bought for you. Try sitting on it,” Jiang Jun said to his daughter with a smile.

Jiang Xiaohua sat on the wheelchair, which fit her body perfectly, and found it more comfortable than the hard bed at home.

“Try pressing this button, and it will move forward. This one is for going backward, and these are for left and right,” Jiang Jun taught his daughter how to use it by the candlelight, following the instructions in the manual.

Jiang Xiaohua gave it a try, and the wheelchair indeed started moving forward. Their bed wasn’t very big, so it didn’t take long before the wheelchair hit the wall.

However, just this was already enough to make Jiang Xiaohua happy. Since she could remember, she had never been able to take even such a small step.

She turned to look at Jiang Jun, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“We’ll practice slowly. This wheelchair has many functions. Tomorrow, I’ll take you out for a walk,” Jiang Jun said.

Jiang Xiaohua nodded, hugging her father’s neck with dependence, “Thank you, Dad.”

Jiang Jun patted his daughter’s head, “Silly girl, why are you thanking me?”

Such heartwarming moments were happening in almost every family that had bought a wheelchair.

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Jiang Ci had no idea that the wheelchairs she sold had such a significant impact. At that moment, she was watering the plants in the yard with Song Jinchuan.

“At this rate, I estimate they’ll be ready by tomorrow,” Jiang Ci said to Song Jinchuan, looking at the lush green vegetable seedlings.

Song Jinchuan looked up, also amazed. They had grown so much in just two days.

After the initial shock, he began to feel a bit worried. What if someone discovered this secret? Some more extreme bases or survivors might resort to drastic measures. Would Jiang Ci be in danger then?

When he voiced this concern, Jiang Ci waved her hand dismissively, showing no fear at all. “No, I’m safer than anyone else here. No one in this world can harm me or my store. Besides, I plan to sell a portion of these vegetables to the survivors and use the rest in the shop. Even if someone tries to take over the vegetable garden, what do you think the people who buy vegetables from me would do?”

The vegetables in the garden could be traded and would also count towards her points.

Jiang Ci had always been straightforward with Song Jinchuan, rarely hiding her abilities except for the system and the fact that she had traveled through time.

Although he knew Jiang Ci was powerful and that ordinary people couldn’t harm her, Song Jinchuan still couldn’t help but worry.

After hearing Jiang Ci’s words, he fell silent, wondering if he was overthinking things and if his overthinking might annoy her.

Song Jinchuan, who had never been in a relationship before, was so worried that he couldn’t get a wink of sleep all night.

The next morning, when Jiang Ci went to the garden, she saw that most of her vegetables had ripened, including juicy crisp cabbages, round potatoes, and bright red tomatoes.

The garden scenery was an incredible sight, filled with a strong sense of vitality and life.

But it seemed they would have to harvest all the vegetables today.

As a result, when customers came to the restaurant to eat, they found the doors closed with a notice posted: “Closed for the day due to shop matters. Fresh vegetables will be sold starting tomorrow, limited to the first 100 customers, one pound per person.”

This news caused a stir among the survivors, even more shocking than the shop being closed for the day.

“What does this mean? Is Boss Jiang finally going to start selling vegetables tomorrow?”

“Limited to the first 100 customers? Why the restriction? Will we even be able to get any?”

“I’ll just camp outside the shop tonight. I must buy a pound tomorrow no matter what.”

“Let’s keep this to ourselves and not spread it around, or we won’t be able to get any tomorrow.”

Despite the survivors saying this, the news still spread like wildfire.

Jiang Ci, unaware of the commotion she had caused, stood in front of the garden with her thirteen employees.

“This is our task for today. Once we finish harvesting all the vegetables, we can call it a day.”

After Jiang Ci spoke, there was no response. She turned around and saw that, except for Song Jinchuan, the survivors were all staring in awe at the vast expanse of the garden.

Mao Qianqian rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating.

They had always assumed that all the ingredients in the shop had been sourced from somewhere by the boss, not expecting that they had been cultivated by her in such a vast field.

How did these plants grow? Wasn’t it said that growing plants was one of the most difficult things to do nowadays? But here with Boss Jiang, everything seemed so effortless.

Jiang Ci could understand their feelings at this moment. She handed each of them a tool and said, “Let’s get started. There’s still a lot to do with such a large field.”

As if waking up from a dream, the survivors still found it hard to believe but picked up the farming tools and began harvesting the vegetables in the field.

Every single one of these vegetables that was so familiar to them from before the apocalypse now stood fresh and tender in the soil—a thriving scene full of life.

They almost forgot they were in the midst of an apocalypse.

Now, when they looked at Jiang Ci, it was through a lens of admiration.

Many hands make light work. After a busy morning, more than half of the vegetables in the field had been harvested.

At noon, Jiang Ci brought out some stools, and everyone had their meal in the courtyard.

“Boss, your courtyard is really nice,” an employee said while sitting under the big tree in the courtyard. Everyone felt relaxed here, with a gentle breeze blowing across their faces, and no growls or roars from chasing zombies or mutated beasts. 

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