After Awakening, She Tore Apart Her Enemies and Joined the Army on an Island - Chapter 54
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- Chapter 54 - Changes in the Space
“What’s going on? Why has the train attendant stopped talking?” someone muttered under their breath, not daring to ask for an explanation.
“They must have run out of food and water. Didn’t you see the attendant’s face? Ugh! We’re probably going to starve to death.”
The crowd murmured among themselves.
Su Meng placed Xiao Qi next to Xie Mian and whispered, “I need to use the restroom.”
Xie Mian nodded and reached out to hold Xiao Qi’s hand.
Xiao Qi, sensible beyond her years, grabbed the railing herself and said in a childish voice, “Don’t move, it hurts.”
She meant that Xie Mian shouldn’t move carelessly, as it would aggravate his injuries.
A broken bone takes a hundred days to heal.
Now, even breathing was painful for Xie Mian.
He forced a faint smile, looking affectionately at the little girl he had raised, and softly replied, “Mm.”
Su Meng asked Wu Yanru to keep an eye on Xiao Qi and hurried away.
Ever since the train attendant’s expression had changed and she learned that the train was running low on food, she had vaguely heard a long, helpless sigh echoing in her space.
It was sorrowful, distant, and lingering.
Finding a secluded spot, she curiously entered the space to investigate.
However, the space was as quiet as ever.
Su Meng frowned and shouted, “Who’s sighing?”
Unsurprisingly, no one answered.
As her gaze shifted, she noticed a stone tablet suddenly appearing under the bodhi tree, inscribed with the words: “Save the world and help others to gain good karma.”
Was it urging her to do good deeds?
A few minutes later, disguised as an elderly man with graying hair and carrying a burlap sack, she walked through the train cars.
When she reached the dining car’s connecting area, she lingered near the trash can, just like the other elderly passengers.
In reality, using the trash can as cover, she secretly left two large bags of sweet potatoes.
Then, using the same method, she left three bags of potatoes, a bag of cucumbers, and ten pumpkins at the other end of the dining car.
Since the dining car had stopped serving breakfast, no one wandered through the cars anymore.
No one paid attention to an old man like her, who seemed to enjoy rummaging through the trash.
But the pumpkins were too conspicuous.
Someone exclaimed, “Oh my! Who threw away such good pumpkins? Hey, there are two fine burlap sacks here too. They seem to contain…”
Before they could finish, the dining car attendant opened the sacks. “They’re potatoes and cucumbers.”
A passenger picked up a potato in confusion, then grabbed a cucumber, holding them up for everyone to see. “Who threw these away? Wasting food like this, they need to be criticized and educated!”
“Exactly! Throwing away such fresh vegetables. I wonder what delicacies they think they’re going to eat.”
“What a spendthrift!”
Before the onlookers could say much more, someone from the other end of the dining car grumbled loudly, “Oh dear! Comrade attendant, why did you leave garbage in the aisle? I almost tripped over it! Wait, that’s strange. Why would garbage be packed in such nice burlap sacks?”
Hearing the words “burlap sacks,” the attendant had a sudden realization. She hurried over, her eyes immediately fixed on the sacks. Quickly feeling them, she said, “This isn’t garbage. Comrade, I’m sorry! We’ll take them away right now.”
With just one touch, she knew the sacks were most likely filled with sweet potatoes.
Recalling that the ginger and brown sugar delivered earlier had also been in similar burlap sacks, she concluded that these supplies must also be from the same anonymous benefactor.
She grinned and explained, “This sack contains sweet potatoes.”
“With this food, we won’t go hungry today.”
Hearing this, the onlookers couldn’t bring themselves to feel happy. Their hearts grew even heavier.
“Oh heavens, what are we going to do after today?”
“I don’t think this rain will stop anytime soon. We should tighten our belts and eat only one meal a day, we need to save some food for tomorrow.”
“We should learn from the kind-hearted person and pool our resources to get through this difficult time together.”
“Thank you to the kind soul who brought us food!”
Before Su Meng even returned to Carriage Three, the story of the kind-hearted person delivering food had spread like wildfire, reaching Carriage Three ahead of her.
Just then, a clear sigh echoed through the space once more.
Su Meng glanced around and, finding a secluded corner, slipped into the space.
“Who’s pretending to be a ghost?” she roared, standing on the wooden bridge with one hand on her hip and the other pointing skyward, her tone fierce.
One second, two seconds… a full minute passed.
The only sounds in the space were her own breathing and the echo of her voice.
She rubbed the tip of her nose, thinking to herself how childish she was being!
Since the space had bound itself to her, it existed solely within her consciousness, how could she possibly hear someone else’s sigh? It must have been a hallucination brought on by stress.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than the calm river began to boil. The thick mist visibly receded, and the space expanded continuously. Even the wooden bridge seemed to grow longer and wider.
Inhaling the familiar scent of wheat, she eagerly dashed into the wheat field, sharpening her sickle with determination, ready to unleash her full potential.
But what used to take only two days in the space to harvest now stretched to three days, with more than half the field still untouched, let alone threshing and drying the grain.
Rubbing her aching back, she collapsed onto the ridge between the fields and plucked a cucumber from the neighboring plot to munch on.
As she chewed, it suddenly struck her: the mist had receded, and the space had expanded. That meant her wheat field must have “expanded” too.
Strangely, while the spacing between the plants remained unchanged, the field had miraculously gained additional plants, as if perfectly cloned.
Unfortunately, the medicinal herbs and crops here, just like in the outside world, required manual harvesting. If left unattended past their growth period, they would naturally ripen, fall, or rot.
Su Meng had always endured hardship with a sense of joy! No matter how tired or busy she was, she would rush in to harvest with urgency.
As a result, the nearly 200-square-meter kitchen, now upgraded, was once again filled to the brim. The surplus fruits and vegetables had to be sent out immediately, or they would go to waste.
With this in mind, she swung her sickle even faster.
Once the harvesting was done, she stared silently at the mountain-high pile of wheat, exhausted, stunned, and utterly speechless.
She deeply suspected that she hadn’t unlocked some miraculous space but rather that the heavens were punishing her for not having gone to the countryside as an educated youth and lacking the noble awareness to contribute to the motherland.
So, when the space expanded, she wasn’t granted the golden finger of harvesting the fields with her mind, instead, she was seemingly condemned to a lifetime of toiling in the fields.
Heavens! Why was she so unlucky?
Complaints aside, the work still had to be done.
Su Meng hurriedly threshed the wheat, gritting her teeth as she massaged her sore arms and supported her aching back, all while pondering her future path.
She had no shortage of land or grain, what she lacked was labor.
Obviously, she couldn’t hire anyone to help with the work.
Suddenly, an image of rural life abroad popped into her mind, and she snapped her fingers cheerfully.
Alright then!
As the saying goes, a craftsman must sharpen his tools if he is to do his work well.
The modernization of agriculture is an urgent priority!