Chapter 101 - 93: Post-war Stocktaking
Chapter 101: Chapter 93: Post-war Stocktaking
Chen Fan stood before Warehouse No. 1 inside the cave. He had specifically dug out another chamber within the cave to house the Warehouse, and its entrance was five meters high and four meters wide.
The entrance was rather large, mainly out of concern that some particularly large items in the future might not fit inside.
He glanced down at the nail and hammer in his hands, then looked up at the height of the entrance.
"Hey Hey."
Chen Fan turned his head toward the alligator lying in front of Qi Chong, which was intently staring at Qi Chong’s roasting meat. "Come here, give me a boost."
"Zhou Mo, I’ll hold the nail. You do the hammering."
"Don’t smash my hand."
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Standing on the alligator’s back, the two of them quickly hung the Wooden Boards labeled "Warehouse No. 1," "Yunling Pavilion," "Meat Grinder Passage," and so on, all in their corresponding locations.
"Hmm, not bad."
Chen Fan stood inside the cave, looking at the scene with a satisfied nod.
’How should I put it? These things don’t really have a practical use, but it’s like how every office in a company from my past life had a proper sign. You don’t notice them day-to-day, but things would feel off if they were gone.’
With these signs, the camp looked much more official.
Seeing that there was nothing else to do for the moment, Zhou Mo took advantage of the downtime before dinner was ready and eagerly scurried into the Yunling Pavilion to experience what the new building felt like.
If only one person was cultivating, even at ten times the Cultivation Speed, the consumption of Ghost Stones was very low.
After all, Zhou Mo’s Cultivation was too low. If his Cultivation were higher and he absorbed more Ghost Stones, then the consumption of Ghost Stones would increase.
The meal was delicious.
Perhaps because of the day’s great haul, everyone was smiling happily and eating with gusto.
That included Hey Hey, who was lying inside the cave, hugging an octopus head and eating with great satisfaction.
「The endless night arrived as scheduled.」
Darkness once again enveloped the entire Wilderness.
Fed and full, they went to sleep.
Tonight, once again, no one was on watch. Or rather, Hey Hey was on watch tonight.
The creature rarely seemed to need sleep, and it was the first to be startled by the slightest disturbance. A natural-born watch guard.
Meanwhile, the Level 2 City Wall at the junction of the Celestial Pit and the canyon was completely retracted into the ground.
This City Wall wasn’t a defensive fortification. There were no turrets built on it, and it wasn’t meant for fighting enemies.
Instead, it was meant to cut off the enemy’s retreat after they had all swarmed into the Celestial Pit. When this City Wall rose, it would be time to trap them and finish them off.
The camp gradually quieted down as everyone prepared for sleep.
"Tonight is the 14th night of the rainy season. Just hang on for less than 20 more days, and the rainy season will be over."
Inside the Stone House’s communal sleeping area, Zhou Mo sat on a rug, placed his Big Saber under his pillow, then pulled a file from his pocket and began carving on a Wooden Board, muttering to himself.
He was sitting on furs and stacked hay that served as a rug. He didn’t have a bedsheet—he had found his in Hey Hey’s mouth, but it was covered in drool. He found it too disgusting, and it still wasn’t dry after being washed.
A single oil lamp cast a faint glow in the room.
Wang Mazi, Ah Le, and the others were also on their makeshift beds on the floor nearby, quietly watching Zhou Mo carve the countdown for the rainy season.
At this time every night, the Stone House would become exceptionally quiet. Everyone would always watch this moment in silence.
"Less than 20 days to go."
Wang Mazi licked the corner of his mouth and grinned as if savoring a memory. "Everyone, don’t say I’m not generous. Once the rainy season is over, I’ll treat you all to a good time in Jiangbei City."
"We’ve survived the rainy season together, which makes us brothers in arms. I won’t be stingy. I’ll take you all to a brothel to have some fun with the girls from Jiangnan."
"They’re so... supple. And the way they sway their hips is just enchanting."
"And unlike those rough women from Jiangbei, the women from Jiangnan all speak in soft, gentle voices. It’s a completely different feeling."
"Last time, I didn’t have enough money, so I went to a ’red house’ and found a local Jiangbei widow. That woman was built bigger than me! I went in, and before I could even take off my pants, she’d already taken off hers. You know what the first thing she said was?"
Wang Mazi paused for a moment, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes.
"That broad comes up to me and says, ’Go at it hard, big boy, this girl can take it!’ Holy shit, who the hell could handle that?"
"So you ran away?" Xiaoyu, lying nearby, asked with a hint of schadenfreude.
He was relatively young and had never been to a brothel or a "red house." He had only heard about such places but had never set foot in one, so he found Wang Mazi’s story quite fascinating.
"Of course I couldn’t run."
Wang Mazi said with a serious expression, "When a man enters a brothel, it’s like a soldier going to the battlefield. To go in and then back out, that’s cowardice."
"No matter what kind of girl you see, that’s your fate. You have to bite the bullet and charge forward. Retreating is a disgrace."
"Could I let her get the best of me? I tamed her right then and there. When I came out of her room the next day, that broad’s legs were like jelly. She didn’t take any clients for a whole month after that. Word is, her legs would tremble just from getting up to piss at night."
A burst of laughter echoed in the dim room.
Wang Mazi loved telling dirty jokes, and they were happy to listen. It wasn’t that they particularly enjoyed the lewd stories, but hearing about things that happened before the rainy season gave them a feeling that they might actually survive it.
"But I’ve gotta say, Wang Mazi."
Zhou Mo, lying on his side by the wall, teased, "Do you even have any Ghost Stones left in your pocket? After the rainy season ends, what are you going to use to treat us to the brothel? If you’re secretly hoarding Ghost Stones, I might just have to turn you in for a reward, brother."
Before joining this outpost, they had handed over all the Ghost Stones they had accumulated—their savings from all these years—to the station master.