Chapter 241 - 241 240 Dont Sleep Get Up and Party (9)

Chapter 241: Chapter 240: Don’t Sleep, Get Up and Party! (9) Chapter 241: Chapter 240: Don’t Sleep, Get Up and Party! (9) In the previous life, just the first winter alone, tens of thousands of people starved, froze, or died of disease in all the safe zones throughout the city—it was no joke.

And that was just in City C. What about the other provinces and regions across the country?

The last autumn was probably the final desperate chance before the hardships arrived.

It depended on who had gathered more food; the more they had, the longer they could hold out.

You see, the people bustling about, gathering mushrooms and wild vegetables, hunting game—they were the smart ones. If anyone was fortunate enough to survive the cold winter,

It would definitely be those among these people.

Su Shu appreciated the kindness of Old Ge and Grandma Fu, despite having other plans and ideas in her mind. She was grateful that the elderly couple had gone to the trouble of gathering information for her.

After thinking it over, she nodded.

“I understand, Old Ge and your intentions—so this is someone I can try to connect with?” Su Shu said with a smile as she took Fu Shiyin’s arm, almost pleading.

Indeed, this gesture made Grandma Fu very happy, feeling the comforting sense that her child had finally grown up.

She gently patted her hand, “Well, for now, a little contact is okay. Later, you can see for yourself whether to continue or not. If it doesn’t work out, just cut ties. Both of you seem like you could be easily bullied, outsiders can be sternly dealt with, but with relatives or fellow villagers, it’s tough. If it really doesn’t work, it’s better to cut it off now to avoid future troubles.”

Su Shu nodded repeatedly, taking in the advice.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Let’s go pick some. Come here, let me tell you the differences between these mushrooms and those, what you can pick and what you can’t,” Grandma Fu suddenly found a passionate enthusiasm as if she were lecturing in a classroom, taking Su Shu by the hand to give her a proper educational talk.

Su Shu, looking at the little seed pod heads on the ground, thought to herself that in her past life, she had eaten plenty of these; she knew their stuff.

Still, she didn’t want to dampen Fu Shiyin’s enthusiasm. As the old lady spoke, she picked and listened, with Xiao’ai also attentively bending down, picking the broken-stemmed little mushrooms along the way.

Her little hands weren’t strong enough, and in her haste, she just pulled at the seed heads. Seeing her with a puffy little face, clearly frustrated, Su Shu couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled her in close and carefully explained how to pull them up so that the root came with the seed pod.

Xiao’ai was smart; after a few tries, she mastered the technique, choosing those she could handle, quickly gathering a small bag full, her face sweaty with joy, tirelessly enjoying herself.

Fu Shiyin was getting old, and squatting for long periods tired her, so Su Shu found a place for her to rest.

“Grandma Fu, why don’t you rest for a bit while I pick some for you?”

“No need, no need, I’m fine. You go ahead. I’ll catch up after resting a bit. These days, being able to find something to eat and pick is already great,” she mused aloud, “I heard Shanzi say that after the disaster, many people fled to the countryside, and the folks there aren’t doing well either. Apart from what they have stored at home, there’s nothing like the city’s food.”

Su Shu, focused on filling her bag one at a time, casually replied, “Even a dilapidated boat still has three thousand nails. The countryside is generally self-sufficient in food, unlike us urbanites who are so dependent. Local homes can always store some supplies. Maybe it’s because those who fled to the countryside later had such a tough time.”

Grandma Fu paused, then thought for a moment, “That’s true. When I think about the time your Grandpa Ge and I went to the countryside to learn, life wasn’t much better then than it is now, but the villagers also came up with quite a few ways to get by, so it shouldn’t be worse now.”

“Yes, the potential of humans is limitless; it’s just not tapped until you are pushed to the limit,” she knew.

In a few years’ time, when the cities began to rebuild, and a tally was taken, the highest number of deaths would still be concentrated in the cities, while the rural population would, unexpectedly, have the lowest mortality rates—an undoubted testament to the distributed wisdom among the masses.