Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 215

Lan Fuyou glared at the unconscious Helen Wu, his chubby face twisted in anger.

"Hmph! This ugly woman! Don't let her rest—make her work all day!"

Then, he turned his fleshy face toward the blue-eyed man, his tone filled with displeasure. "How could you wait until she almost used her ability? What if she had killed me, huh? Tch! Useless!"

The temperature around them plummeted instantly. The guards didn't dare to breathe under the suffocating pressure radiating from the man.

"Tch! A bunch of worthless men!" Lan Fuyou flicked his sleeves and stormed off.

As his rotund figure disappeared into the distance, the blue-eyed man's lips curled into a sneer. Fat Pig, your days are numbered.

Meanwhile, Zhao Lin was walking along the market pathways when she spotted two familiar figures—Wu Hao and Cho Jin. Helen Wu was conspicuously absent, which was odd, considering that woman clung to Cho Jin like a leech.

Cho Jin looked utterly dejected. His head hung low, and Zhao Lin could hear him muttering Helen's name under his breath.

Wu Hao, who still maintained a neutral relationship with her, approached and quietly explained the situation.

Only then did Cho Jin notice Zhao Lin's presence. He lifted his head, revealing bloodshot eyes. However, he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze, quickly averting his line of sight.

Zhao Lin scoffed. So, the day finally came, huh?

Without sparing him another glance, she turned on her heel to leave.

Before she could walk away, Wu Hao stopped her.

"There's a mission with generous rewards. Do you want to team up?"

Days had passed, and the Safe Zone had undergone drastic changes. Its territory had expanded threefold, and her farm had gained a additional variety of animals.

A family of drakes, ducks, and ducklings—[Driftwaddlers]—swam in the newly dug shallow pond, which was enclosed by a sturdy fence.

Mistbloom was no longer alone. It had a family now and was even pregnant with a calf.

Next to them was a long-bearded snow-white goat—[Mist Climber]—lazily chewing on a patch of grass.

The pig pens were thriving as well. The sow had recently given birth to five plump piglets, each of them lively and healthy.

Behind the house, near the well, was another small pond teeming with tilapia—[Shroudfins].

The once tiny chicks had grown into plump, robust chickens, and the older hens had laid another batch of eggs. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Now, over a hundred chickens strutted about her farm.

Nanzhi gathered the unfertilized eggs, leaving the hens untouched, and only turned one male chicken into a nourishing soup.

The rich, comforting broth carried a deep umami flavor, enhanced by the slow-simmered essence of the chicken. Even with minimal spices, the taste was divine.

Whether paired with rice, hearty dumplings, or soft noodles, the soup was warm, soothing, and packed with nourishment.

Most importantly, it restored stamina with just one bowl!

The water transportation issue had also been resolved.

Two miles from the Safe Zone, Nanzhi discovered a high-slope stream with a steady flow.

With the help of Hei Qian and Lin Weihao, they built an aerial ropeway transport system powered by a water mill—a concept she had read about in a book.