I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 37 - 034: Someone setting off fireworks?

Chapter 37: Chapter 034: Someone setting off fireworks?

Back to the residential area.

The two elders were busy as well. It was a mystery where they had found discarded wooden boards to make protective panels, intending to seal off the area beneath the iron gate.

Upon Lin Fan’s return, the two hurriedly opened the gate to check the situation. Seeing the cart full of goods, they were shocked. There were ample supplies of firewood, rice, oil, salt, and more.

Pushing the shopping cart, they rode the elevator upstairs.

"Elder, this is what I bought for you. Take a look at the bill," Lin Fan said while transferring the items into the house. He neatly arranged them in the kitchen since there was still electricity. Some vegetables and frozen foods were stored in the refrigerator.

As a military man, Wang Zhongguo had a broad mindset and could understand Lin Fan’s thoughts. This was a sign of an outstanding seedling—always serious about everything. As for the end of the world or not, that was a non-issue.

Could the end of the world mean taking things without paying?

That was an impossibility.

In the past, the martyrs defended the country and repelled invaders under equally dire circumstances. They were starved while facing life and death battles, yet they never resorted to looting. Instead, they made purchases with money. If they had none, they bought on credit, punching IOUs.

They didn’t exploit the chaos of a nation in disarray after having fought desperately to repel invaders—taking food and asking, "Now, do you have anything to say, dare you refuse to give?"

Rules often weren’t meant to restrict any one person; they were more like seals, constantly suppressing the negative desires in everyone’s hearts.

A person without desires is not a human being.

It’s only those who have desires but can restrain them in their hearts that are truly human.

"Thank you, really, thank you so much," Wang Zhongguo gratefully spoke.

Next to him, Zhou Aijun gazed at the full inventory and the bill in his hands. It was as if he understood something; a voice in his heart told him that these were rightfully purchased with his own money, and he could consume them without shame.

A voice came from inside the house.

"Feifei, look at this question."

"If the big clock in the square strikes five times at 5 o’clock and takes 8 seconds, how long will it take to strike twelve times at 12 o’clock?"

"Take your time, don’t rush, think it through with your little head, you’ll definitely figure it out," the gentle voice of Grandma Liang had a special charm, seemingly able to draw children into the ocean of learning unconsciously.

Having been a teacher for decades, she had taught in big cities and had offered her services in remote mountain areas. The children there had different levels of education, so they needed to take their time; they couldn’t be rushed or pushed. They had to enter learning with a heart that enjoyed it.

Along with Grandma Liang’s continuous reflection on her teaching methods and summarizing her shortcomings, she gradually compensated and eventually developed her own teaching model.

Feifei was deep in thought, biting her fingertip, looking at the problem, feeling its difficulty.

The fifth-grader, faced with this math question, felt at a loss on how to tackle it.

Grandma Liang, hearing the commotion, turned around to see Lin Fan standing at the door with a smile, "Lin Fan, do you want to come take a look?"

"Grandma Liang, I’d better not. Elementary school questions are so hard now, I’m afraid I can’t even do them," Lin Fan certainly didn’t underestimate elementary school questions. He had seen online posts from parents complaining about their complexity, musing how they, with a master’s degree, were left dizzy and nearly exploded on the spot.

Feifei was a sensible child. Seeing Uncle Lin come in, she called out like he was a lifeline, "Uncle, okay."

She thought that Uncle must be here to talk to Grandma Liang, which meant she could catch a break. Maybe she still had to answer the question, but if she could slack off, even if just for a moment, that would be a moment gained.

Lin Fan entered, grunting in acknowledgment, patting Feifei’s head as if to surprise her. He produced from behind a bag full of test papers, "Feifei, this is a gift I bought for you. See if you like it."

The bag was black, obscuring its contents.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Feifei happily took the bag, but as soon as she touched it, she was struck by an uneasy feeling. With a nervous heart, she opened the bag to see what was inside.

"Fifth Grade Math Practice Workbook"

"Three Hundred Essential Poems for Fifth Graders"

"Fun Facts About History and Geography"

"Selected Works of Mao Zedong"

...

All at once, for Feifei, the world became a place of darkness, where human hearts were full of malice.

"Feifei, are you happy?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

Feifei showed a smile uglier than crying, "Uncle, I like it."

"As long as you’re happy. Study hard, and when you’re done, Uncle will buy you some more." Lin Fan was delighted. It seemed he hadn’t made a mistake. Just look at Feifei’s expression, so joyful it was contorted.

Indeed, she was a child who loved to study.

Feifei: ┭┮﹏┭┮.

Liang Yan laughed and said, "That’s great. We just ran out of practice exercises. Now we can solidify the new knowledge with some questions."

"Grandma Liang, Feifei, you guys continue, I’ll head out first." Lin Fan left, quietly closing the door behind them. Learning required silence, a brief interruption was fine, but staying too long might disrupt this learning atmosphere.

If that were to happen, then I, Lin Fan, would be the sinner.

Leaving the house.

He was now going to return the shopping cart, and also to return the borrowed books to the library. Sister Li, who specialized in farming, was much more skilled than him, a mere reader. Even if he finished reading all the books, he probably wouldn’t reach one-tenth of Sister Li’s proficiency in farming.

The two old gentlemen accompanied him to the door. Elder Wang suggested driving there if all else failed, but in Lin Fan’s view, the sound of a car was always a bit loud, attracting zombies wouldn’t be good.

Better to just push it over.

And take the opportunity to check out the situation outside, maybe he could find someone who needed help.

Pushing the shopping cart, he walked along the quiet streets, looking left and right, but there was no one in sight.

Humming a tune that evoked poignant sentiments, Lin Fan felt a slight touch of emotion.

Upon returning to the supermarket, he returned the shopping cart. Then he went back to the library to return the books. His deposit, still on the table and unmoved, had not been stolen.

This was why he still harbored hope for this world.

Money laid in plain sight, yet no one took it. There were still people of quality out there.

A heartening matter.

After securing his deposit, he walked home feeling lighter.

What should he have for lunch? It was something that everyone looked forward to.

Walking on the way home.

All of a sudden.

Bang!

Bang!

It was as if the roaring of a cannon resounded, he looked up toward the direction not far off, where white smoke wafted into the sky, followed by the smell of gunpowder.

Fireworks?

It was quite strange that someone was setting off fireworks.

Now, in the apocalypse, noise could easily attract zombies, let alone such a loud noise. In his view, this was an invitation to all the nearby zombies to come over.

Could it be that the person was in danger and had no other way to call for help, so they thought of using fireworks to get someone’s attention?

Hoping someone would come to their rescue?

With that thought in mind.

Lin Fan ran quickly toward that building.

He could faintly hear the growling of zombies emanating from every dark corner.

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