Xie Ning rubbed her nose, unable to argue.
Song Shijun leaned in behind his sister. "Sis, did you find any goodies?"
Xie Ning opened her bulging backpack to show them.
"Wow, this corn grew really well."
"I'll cook it for you when we get home." Xie Ning closed her pack and said with a smile, "Once we're back, we need to make a plan. It'd be best to go out and gather more supplies within the next six months."
After all, supplies were still abundant at the very beginning of the apocalypse.
But non-renewable resources, like paper towels and shampoo, were things that dwindled with use—seemingly insignificant items.
In the post-apocalyptic world, anyone who could still afford these common daily necessities was either a big shot or rolling in wealth.
Song Shijun raised a paw. "Sis, I want to go with you."
Xie Ning nodded. "Shijun, you should still read more when you have time. Even though there are no more college entrance exams, it's a waste not to use that smart brain of yours."
