The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 119 - 117 This is not conducive to physical and mental health.

Chapter 119: 117 This is not conducive to physical and mental health.

Hua Mi’s lower abdomen had lost its previous softness, now looking flat but feeling somewhat hard to the touch.

She didn’t know whether it would be a boy or a girl.

Thinking of the piles of newborn and children’s clothing in her Level 13 storage, Hua Mi suddenly became anxious.

She had never been a mother before, so she lacked experience—should she stock up on some baby formula beforehand?

While lost in these thoughts, Hua Mi saw Cao Feng rolling over, pushed by the mud.

Cao Feng looked very unwell, the exhaustion evident on his person.

Hua Mi took out her phone to check the time—it had been an hour since she had given them the Energy Light Group.

So, an Energy Light Group could only satisfy an ordinary person’s energy consumption for an hour?

She took out a Light Group from her Level 13 storage and, while Cao Feng was not paying attention, directly slapped it into his body.

Then Hua Mi called out to Cao Feng,

"Go eat some cake. I see the mudslide is getting smaller; we should be able to hold on soon."

Cao Feng looked at the diminishing flow of mud seeping through the doorway, which was indeed lessening.

It seemed the collapse of the mountain outside had completed; stability was now restoring itself.

They just had to wait until all the mud that was going to pour in had done so—if they hadn’t been buried alive by then, they could think of a way to dig out through the mountain.

More and more garrison members began to show signs of fatigue; after an hour of intense work, their energy was rapidly depleting.

But none of them collapsed from exhaustion—the substantially large supply room had yet to be filled with mud.

At last, while everyone else was buzzing with energy, it was Hua Mi who, succumbing to pregnancy fatigue, languidly dozed off.

In a drowsy stupor, she didn’t recognize the person facing her; whenever someone flitted in front of her, she would slap them with an Energy Light Group. Slapping, her hand not even touching their bodies, from a distance the Energy Light Groups flew from her hand into the bodies of the garrison members.

Could it really work like this?

Hua Mi’s head nodded slowly; sleepiness almost made her topple face-first into the mud.

Someone shouted loudly,

"It stopped, it stopped!"

She opened her eyes and saw that outside the door, a giant stone wrapped in mud had jammed into the opening, leaving only tiny cracks that squirted mud into the supply room like a water gun.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; Chi Chuan and the others sitting in the mud just inside the door couldn’t help but laugh out loud with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Subsequently, everyone else started laughing too, since not a single person among them had been suffocated by the mud or died from exhaustion.

After such a close brush with death, wasn’t it worth a good laugh?

However, their laughter soon faded.

They realized that now, with a huge stone blocking the warehouse door, there was no way for them to dig a tunnel out from the inside.

But they still had hope.

Chi Chuan stood up, smiling at his buddies and Eighth Uncle, and said loudly,

"We have food and drink in here; all we need is patience, and someone will come to rescue us."

So now they just had to wait for Commander Gong to rescue them.

The group mustered forced laughter; although they spoke optimistically, considering the current manpower and resources, they had no idea how long it would take for Commander Gong to dig them out.

He would definitely come—no one doubted that. If Commander Gong had managed to locate this supply room deep within the vast mountain area, then surely he could find them now, with several hundred living garrison members inside.

Cao Feng pushed through the crowd and asked the radio operator,

"Have you received a telegram from the boss? What did the boss say?"

The radio operator looked bewildered. He turned his head, looking for Hua Mi.

Hua Mi stood behind the crowd and raised her hand, saying,

"Your boss said to take a rest, he will get you guys out in a few days."

A few days?

Everyone who heard what Hua Mi said obviously didn’t believe it, considering such a massive landslide of two mountains had just buried them under twin peaks.

To dig them out from beneath the twin peaks would surely take more than a few days.

But the fact that Commander had replied meant he was taking action. Now, all they had to do was keep their spirits up and wait for the rescue.

Seventh Uncle quietly approached Eighth Uncle and lowered his voice,

"Hey, ever seen a disaster movie? I’ve heard that survivors of disasters tend to have certain stress responses."

Eighth Uncle turned his head and looked at Seventh Uncle under the dim light,

"Nonsense, you seem mentally sound to me."

"How do you know that after being trapped for ten days to half a month, I won’t develop a psychological disorder?"

Seventh Uncle was not convinced and said with an obstinate neck,

"A psychological disorder, you know, occurs when people are idle in an oppressive environment and start overthinking. The more they think, the more they fantasize about this and that, and that’s how they go crazy."

Before he could finish, Daddy Shi swung a heavy blow with his club, hitting Seventh Uncle on the head,

"I think you’re a bit crazy right now! Spouting nonsense, affecting morale!!!"

Then, Daddy Shi kicked Seventh Uncle and was about to continue the beating when Hua Mi came over.

"I think what you’re saying makes a lot of sense."

Hua Mi stopped Daddy Shi from kicking Seventh Uncle and pulled out a snakeskin bag from behind her, saying seriously,

"I have some stuff here to pass the time. If you don’t mind, play with these. Once Commander Gong rescues us, we won’t have to worry about psychological issues."

A few people came forward and peered curiously into the snakeskin bag, which contained some Fluorescent Sticks, Fluorescent Teeth, Fluorescent Demon Bull Horns... all of them crudely made, cheap toys that were often seen at street stalls in the past.

Under the dim light, this pile of items emitted a strange green glow.

Daddy Shi took out a Fluorescent Skull Mask, looked down at it with a speechless expression, feeling that playing with such toys in this environment might actually exacerbate psychological problems.

Above them, due to unstable voltage, the lights in the supply room flickered.

Watching everyone start to distribute the fluorescent toys, Hua Mi turned back to look at the door blocked by a huge rock.

She needed to find something for these people to do, otherwise, with everyone staring at the supply room door, how would she manage to clear the passage later on?

Then, Hua Mi turned her attention to the Garrison members gathering in twos and threes among the shelves. She called over Cao Feng and Tang You,

"We should organize some entertainment, otherwise everyone will soon become psychologically oppressed, which is not good for mental and physical health."

Cao Feng wiped the mud off his face,

"Sister Hua, what kind of entertainment should we organize? We’ll follow your lead."

Hua Mi pointed to a projector, DVD player, screen, and a pile of discs below her feet, all second-hand items she had bought from street stalls before, which now came in handy.

Tang You picked up a disc and read,

"’Millionaire President’s Millionaire Bride’? Season one..."

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