Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

After a long time, there was still no system notification sound. Just when he thought it was over, the system issued another notification sound.

[Ding! Survival main quest issued: Survive for one day. Rewards will be given based on your rating. Description: To help you survive longer, please collect resources as quickly as possible. Upgrade your shelter to unlock more features.]

[Ding, a side quest has been issued: Kill 1 Mutant Beasts. Reward: 1 Supply Chest. Note: The next quest level will not be unlocked until this quest is completed.]

Current kill count: 0/1

……

Zhao Qingsong: "…………"

I waited a while longer this time.

Only after confirming that the system had given no further prompts did Zhao Qingsong look at the contents of his backpack, his heart still racing.

Is this for real or fake?

"hiss!"

She pinched her own cheek.

It still hurts.

It appears to be true.

Survive for one day?

It doesn't seem that difficult!

Looking outside the door, he was filled with confusion. This was clearly not the end of the world; he felt that the system must have delivered the wrong thing.

After calming down for a long time, he continued to examine the area.

Don't bother with too much research on the main quest; just survive for one day.

The side quest puzzled him.

[Mutant Beast]

Grass!

This is a normal world, where am I supposed to find mutant beasts?

Isn't that nonsense?

Well, even if I can't complete the side quests, the main survival quests should be fine.

……

Most importantly, this shelter.

The basic wood has already been provided, which means there's no need to worry about collecting materials; you can start building immediately.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

This thing can indeed be recycled, but the materials might be wasted.

With a single wave of his hand, an iron pickaxe appeared in his grasp.

It is 50 cm long, and the pickaxe head is about 20 cm long.

"A rough pickaxe? This thing sounds pretty good!"

The pickaxe was brand new, nothing like the rough pickaxe described in the system introduction.

"If we could upgrade it and even give away pickaxes directly, wouldn't we be able to create all sorts of high-tech products for future generations?"

Zhao Qingsong's mouth was practically watering.

I've read online novels before in my past life.

However, if you really need to use these things, you can't just take them out casually.

That's a story for another time.

……

After checking for a long time, I quickly took out the bread.

A large loaf of bread weighing one pound.

This body is somewhat malnourished and needs to be replenished with energy as soon as possible.

Bread crumbs flew everywhere, and he gulped down a bottle of mineral water, the sweet taste of which helped him recover somewhat.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhao Qingsong let out a satisfied burp.

"Burp~"

"Yes, it's true."

It's the middle of winter, and drinking this mineral water is a bit cold!

It was over twenty degrees below zero outside, and only four or five degrees inside. The kang (heated brick bed) still had some warmth, indicating that there wasn't enough firewood.

He looked at the mineral water bottle in his hand, then tossed it in.

Only then did he realize a problem.

Previously, three mineral water bottles occupied one square, but when the empty bottle was placed in, it occupied a separate square.

"Can the same item be stacked? Does that mean empty bottles aren't considered the same item?"

Zhao Qingsong was analyzing the situation there.

The guess is highly likely.

Looking at the bread in the space, he wondered how to take it out.

After thinking it over, I realized I still needed to find a good opportunity.

Look at the shelter blueprints.

"It can't hurt to give it a try!"

Click "Build" directly.

[Ding, please select the building type: Above-ground shelter/Underground shelter.]

[Ding, existing houses detected. Would you like to merge them into above-ground shelters? If you choose to merge, you can reduce the amount of building materials needed.]

Zhao Qingsong looked at the information.

He was pondering over there.

Is it possible to choose an underground shelter?

If we choose an underground shelter, can we hide it away?

Pinch your brow.

He'll cancel for now. As for merging the room, he definitely won't choose that, because it would expose him immediately.

It seems we'll have to move out eventually!

……

Just as he gripped the blanket, the system suddenly popped up another notification sound.

[Ding, 5 pieces of fabric found. Recycle?]

[Ding, 3 cotton items found. Recycle?]

Zhao Qingsong stood there, stunned.

Can it be recycled?

It dawned on me instantly: the survival system is all about collecting resources, so it's not surprising that it can be directly recycled.

Out of curiosity, I touched the clothes by the bedside.

Clothes can also be recycled, just not in as much quantities as blankets.

Then I touched the wall at home. The wall is an earthen wall, so nothing can be recycled. But the wood next to it can be recycled later.

That's a great skill!

Zhao Qingsong's eyes lit up.

As for the fabric, it's just clothing after all, and recycling it will just turn it back into fabric!

Wood, on the other hand, can be stored directly in the space, so chopping firewood won't be so troublesome.

burn!

It is a major problem in rural areas during winter, no less important than food and drink.

Click your tongue.

They're in for a treat now.

Lost in thought, a figure darted in from outside.

Zhao Qingsong looked closely and saw that it was a little girl.

She was about seven or eight years old, wearing a tattered little cotton-padded jacket, with two small braids, and was very thin. Her eyes were somewhat prominent because she was so thin.

It was his sister.

Zhao Xuemei.

"Brother, let me hide!"

The little girl quickly took off her shoes and crawled into his bed.

"hiss!"

It’s so cold!

It only got a little better after the little girl crawled inside and was covered with the blanket.

Zhao Qingsong looked down and saw the little girl, after a while, reveal her face with her big, blinking eyes.

"What are you doing?!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, or I'll set Uncle's house on fire."

"What?"

Zhao Qingsong was startled. Setting fire to the house was something he couldn't do!

If people find out, the little girl is doomed!

"How dare you be so bold? What if someone sees you? How badly burned would you be?"

Seeing this, the little girl whispered, "It's okay, no one saw. Mom couldn't leave, so she asked me to go to Grandpa's to borrow money for your medical treatment. Grandpa gave me three yuan, but unfortunately, their house is too tall to catch fire, so it only burned the pigsty. They ran back and put it out."

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that only the pigsty was on fire.

If this causes a big disaster, the little girl will be in trouble.

"Where did you get your anger from?"

"We ran out of matches at home, so I went to ask Grandpa for some. He gave me half a box! Oh, right, here's the money, three yuan from Grandpa. Now you have money for medical treatment."

The little girl trembled again upon hearing this.

He took out three one-yuan bills and half a box of matches from his pocket.

Looking at the three crumpled bills and the train, and then at the mischievous little girl, Zhao Qingsong felt a warmth in his heart.

He didn't have a younger sister in his past life.

He ruffled her hair and said softly, "If anyone comes looking for you, don't admit it, understand? Also, you can't do this again. This is something bad kids do."

He didn't know if he had seen his younger sister.

But this kind of thing definitely can't be done again.

"Oh, I see! They're bullying you! When the old ladies in the village are cursing or scaring people, they say they've smashed someone's pot or burned down someone's house."

"I know, I can't do it again, understand?"

"Okay, I got it!"

The little girl didn't understand, but she still had to listen to what her brother said.

Zhao Qingsong was holding a matchbox.

Nowadays, matches are also rationed in rural areas. In the past, people could buy them freely, but during difficult times, everything was rationed, and each household could only buy one box of matches per month.

Once it's used up, we'll wait until next month.

"Sniff! Sniff!"

The little guy suddenly popped out and started sniffing around with his dog nose.