Wasteland scavenging, fat girl takes the sick and disabled family away

Chapter 344 Precision Ability
The female beggar nodded cautiously.

She explained to Shi Yuebai.

"That's right, my physical condition isn't very good, so I can't run around looking for supplies like other people do."

"I can't even go very far. Once I leave the mercenary camp, I might even have trouble breathing."

She could hardly imagine what kind of willpower she used to climb step by step to the edge of the mercenary camp.

When she came to her senses, she realized that she could breathe freely and smoothly again.

Wen Yanhui found it difficult to describe her feelings at the time.

"I really want to live."

Wen Yanhui's eyes were very dry. She clenched her thin, bony fingers into a fist and pounded her chest.
“I found some white canvases and some discarded aluminum strips, so I made a blank easel myself.”

“Finding food in the ruins might be a little difficult for me, but doing these useless things is very easy for me.”

Wen Yanhui saw that Shi Yuebai didn't speak, but just kept staring at her.

A sense of unease crept into her heart, so she put the painting away, lowered her head, and couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, someone like me is a burden wherever I go."

Her body was extremely weak.

Even now, Wen Yanhui still can't understand it.

Why is it that someone like her has been able to survive in the wasteland for so many years?

There are many people who should have survived, but they didn't.

For example, the initial garrison, and many people who contributed to the wasteland.

It is far more important than her role.

However, they all gradually lost their vitality in the harsh living environment of the wasteland.

Finally, Wen Yanhui traversed a large, dangerous area teeming with mutated beasts, climbing upwards.

We climbed to this safe zone where there was a mercenary camp.

These survivors from other places did not call this isolated island the front line.

It's called the final safe zone.

Shi Yuebai reached out expressionlessly and took the white picture frame from Wen Yanhui's hand.

She glanced down at the black lines that Wen Yanhui had drawn by hand.

These lines are simple, but the brushwork is quite skillful, which shows that Wen Yanhui is a person with this special talent for painting.

All that's needed is for the children in the lair to color in the white lines.

Wen Yanhui carefully labeled the same color blocks with the same numbers.

It's somewhat similar to the kind of digital painting that Shi Yuebai's original self understood.

How long have you been staying outside the mercenary camp?

Shi Yuebai did not mention exchanging expired food with Wen Yanhui.

Wen Yanhui answered honestly, "I've been here for more than fifteen days."

An embarrassed expression appeared on her dirty, black face.

"Because there are no clocks now, I don't know the exact time."

"I feel like it hasn't been that long. Life here is easy, and it's gone in the blink of an eye."

During this time, she was also able to find some odds and ends near the mercenary camp.

For example, a well-packaged metal box, or some jigsaw puzzle pieces that seem to have no purpose.

Wen Yanhui used these things to exchange for some food from Shi Yaoyao, and that little bit of food sustained her for almost half a month. After a pause, Wen Yanhui noticed that Shi Yuebai had been listening to her quietly the whole time, without showing any impatience.

As a result, Wen Yanhui became bolder.

She guessed that Shi Yuebai probably wanted to know where she came from.
Or perhaps she was sent by another team?
So Wen Yanhui honestly told Shi Yuebai about her background.

Generally speaking, she and the black monkey actually came from different areas outside the same city.

"When the snow began to melt, our city's commanding officers realized that something was very wrong."

"He told us to do everything we could to keep going up higher."

“The survivors of our city have undergone a long migration, and most of them got separated during the migration.”

"We were among the first to settle down; many survivors are still missing."

Shi Yuebai nodded and said to Wen Yanhui,
"It sounds like the commanders in your city's administration are doing quite well."

At least this commander pointed out a path for the survivors as the snow melted, urging them to keep climbing to higher ground.

And look at the management of their big city; they seem to have played no role from beginning to end.

Not only that, they also wiped out all the garrisons in their own city.

The garrison in Wen Yanhui's city no longer existed long ago.

However, thanks to the excellent logistical work of the city's management commanders, the garrison was able to save many survivors in the city.

This resulted in the number of survivors in that city being many times greater than the number of survivors in the city where Shi Yuebai was located.

Shi Yuebai took two steps toward Wen Yanhui and said to her,

"You come in with me."

She led Wen Yanhui all the way into the garrison camp.

Wen Yanhui was a little uneasy, but she still chose to follow closely behind Shi Yuebai.

Until Shi Yuebai walked to the front of a tent.

When the moon stopped shining, he turned around and looked at Wen Yanhui with a smile:

"You've got some nerve, following me in like this. Aren't you afraid I'll sell you out?"

Shi Yuebai had encountered this many times before. When those men and women first came into contact with her, they always felt that she wanted them to do something very bad.

For example, the little mute girl firmly believed that Shi Yuebai wanted her to sell her body.

Looking at Wen Yanhui now, her expression seems extremely calm.

Wen Yanhui was slightly hunched over, seemingly trying very hard to straighten her back.

“I know you’re not that kind of person. I’ve been watching you for a long time.”

She has a natural talent for observation; it's a gift from heaven.

Although such talent doesn't have much use in the wasteland.

However, it was precisely because of this talent that Wen Yanhui was able to avoid many people with ulterior motives along the way.

She can tell from a person's subtle expressions whether they have good intentions or bad intentions.

Shi Yuebai hummed in agreement.
"This is your tent. You can stay here for now and draw those line drawings for the children."

Coloring in the line drawing.

Trying to avoid applying color outside the lines can greatly improve a person's fine motor skills.

This didn't mean much before the wasteland, but for many people after the wasteland...

It is very difficult to avoid applying color outside the lines.

Even Shi Yuebai himself couldn't do it with such agility.