The next morning, after a whole night of waiting, the rain finally poured down. The fine rain continuously beat against the pots, pans, and bowls placed by the survivors, creating an extrely pleasing patter.
To avoid catching a cold, Old Xu halted any outdoor activities. Moreover, due to last night’s call, he also dismissed the idea of going to JZ County.
Everyone busied themselves inside the house; so read books, others played cards. Wang Qiang, anwhile, lounged on the sofa and ’enjoyed’ Liu Yunpeng’s PSP.
His old friend Tang Xiaoquan, having stayed up all night, finally managed to close his eyes and fall asleep.
Old Zhao led Wei Yang to the private garage next to the villa. Inside was a silver Bradi sports car quietly resting on the ground, its streamlined curves made its power indisputable.
"Wei, I’m sorry for calling you to help on your rare day off!" Old Zhao greeted straightforwardly, gesturing at the supplies piled all over the ground, an apologetic expression on his face.
According to managent’s allocation, Old Zhao was responsible for the team’s logistical supplies and must have a clear understanding of the inventory.
To achieve this, detailed classification and record-keeping were naturally indispensable.
Usually, this tedious work was done by him alone. But today, to distract Wei Yang from worrying about Tang Xiaoquan, he specifically called the latter to help.
Being as understanding as always, Wei Yang agreed to Old Zhao’s request without any objection.
The inventory task was rather complicated, requiring each item to be counted precisely, and so it continued for several hours. As Wei Yang had to prepare lunch, she left first.
After she left, Hu Xiaodong appeared in the garage.
Hu Xiaodong’s purpose was simple: he wanted to ask Old Zhao how long the inventory would take.
The reason for asking was to use the space for further archery team practice.
After all, archery requires steady progress, and especially since his academy just laid a solid foundation, he hoped to strengthen their training with montum.
Upon hearing Hu Xiaodong’s idea, Old Zhao imdiately invited him to help sort out the supplies.
As one of the team’s strategists, Zhao Yunhai knew the significance of the archery team for the entire group. Though resources are vital, in a post-apocalyptic world, the ability to protect oneself is paramount.
At lunch, Tang Xiaoquan finally appeared in front of everyone, his weary eyes and dejected deanor prompting the survivors to be concerned about his ntal state.
During the al, everyone tried to talk about various topics, with the most adept at joking around, Wang Zhongyu and Wen Quanxin, entertaining with humorous remarks to uplift his mood.
Outside, the rain continued to pour. Thanks to this tily downpour, the water resources consud over the past week had been completely replenished.
All basins and pools in the villa were filled with water, even the bottles and jars were full.
Perhaps only in such tis do humans truly realize the preciousness of water.
Seeing the rain outside, yet having no equipnt to collect it, Lin Junfu, who had experienced water scarcity, felt it was a pity.
He resolved that once the weather improved, he would lead a group to chop down trees and quickly make sothing resembling Zhongkun Textile’s "Water Storage Tank" to maximize water storage.
After lunch, Hu Xiaodong gathered the team to inform them of the afternoon’s archery team training plan.
In response, those like Wang Qiang, who no longer found "Bowless Training" interesting, all looked sullen.
But, having initially requested to join, they had to fulfill their commitnts despite their earlier boasts.
An hour and a half was the nap ti Hu Xiaodong allowed the team, while he himself returned to the house to prepare for the afternoon’s lesson.
anwhile, Xu Renjie also planned to organize so ideas regarding the base’s construction sparked by this outing.
He needed to record everything while his mind was clear, lest he forget over ti.
Ti ticked away as the rain continued steadily.
It was rare for the villa’s survivors to enjoy such a quiet dayti atmosphere, with most staying in their rooms enjoying the joys of nap ti, except for necessary guardians.
Only after an hour and a half was this rare quietness shattered.
Hu Xiaodong was the first to appear on the training field, followed by Wang Qiang and others, who trickled in.
It was their first ti entering the villa’s garage, and upon seeing the silver Bradi sports car, Wang Qiang couldn’t help but swallow.
"Damn! This thing is so damn cool!"
"Yeah! Qiang, this thing is worth a few lifetis of your struggles!" Wen Quanxin grinned mischievously.
"Get lost! Only a fool buys such a lousy thing! Besides, what’s the use now? It’s not even worth a pack of instant noodles!" He retorted bluntly, but Wang Qiang’s words indeed revealed a truth.
Never judge by appearance, for the intrinsic value of anything is not rely reflected in its price tag.
Sa goes for people; when born, we are marked with a so-called "price tag" based on our parents’ status and family.
But this price tag is not immutable. As the saying goes, ’a strong person relies on self-improvent,’ and in certain opportunities, even those who were once scorned by the "rich and handso" could reverse their fortune like instant noodles defeating a sports car.
Clearing his throat, Hu Xiaodong brought the team’s leisurely discussion back on track.
Given yesterday’s full day of rest, Hu Xiaodong repeated the basic bow techniques before ordering Wang Qiang and others to line up and practice bowless simulation training facing the prepared bow handles.
After such training for half an hour, Hu Xiaodong finally halted everyone’s actions and reorganized the team:
"Alright, everyone stop and rest for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, I’ll explain the structure of the bow and arrow to you!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang’s eyes twinkled as he rubbed his hands together with a sly smile: "Ha-ha, Hu, does that an we can soon touch the bow?"
Wen Quanxin, Wu Chao, and Ah Cheng also looked at Hu Xiaodong with anticipation.
Who would’ve thought, having received Xu Renjie’s true teachings, Hu Xiaodong rely gave a lip smile without genuine emotion and casually replied: "If I were you, I wouldn’t chatter so much and instead rest up, or else... hmph hmph, you’ll get it later!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this piece, feel free to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.)
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