Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

Xiao Xuan's carapace has grown to over forty square meters, and the original stone house now only occupies a small part of the center, leaving a large open space around it.

Lin Feng communicated with Xiao Xuan through his mind, instructing it to start working.

The small 10-square-meter house was expanded to 40 square meters. The storage room and kitchen on the first floor were separated, making it much more spacious than before. A rope ladder was built on the landing of the stairs to prevent the awkward situation of Xiaorui and the others having a home but not being able to go back home from now on.

On the second floor, Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, but instead of dividing it into two, he expanded it into a 40-square-meter bedroom, with a 10-square-meter bathroom inside, complete with a bathtub, toilet, sink, and water heater.

He even specially found someone from the convoy to replace the mirror and install it on the washstand. Although it was made of stone, Lin Feng used his soil manipulation technique to make it incredibly smooth, so that you would think it was tile.

Of course, a super king-size bed is a must, big enough to comfortably sleep seven or eight people. The desire to share a bed with others is self-evident.

At the head of Xiaoxuan, there is a large sliding floor-to-ceiling window. Stepping out from here, there is a two-meter-wide circular corridor with exquisitely crafted railings, which instantly expands the usable area of ​​the entire second floor.

As for the center of the roof, it took half a day to build a large water storage tank, and pipes were cut into the walls to connect the bathroom and the kitchen on the first floor.

For this reason, Lin Feng also found Guo Yi and paid him a high price of a piece of cured meat and a 20-jin bag of rice to make some accessories, a complete set of metal bathroom accessories, faucets, shower heads, and so on, as well as metal cabinet doors in the kitchen and large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Of course, these are definitely not worth the value of a piece of cured meat and a bowl of rice.

Lin Feng is the type of person who would rather suffer a loss than gain an advantage. His main goal is to get a lighting system, a large storage battery converted from a car battery, wires, light bulbs, and a solar charging panel.

Lin Feng originally wanted two more solar panels, but Guo Yi refused, saying he didn't have the materials and couldn't make them. He said the current ones were for use in a modified car. After much pleading, Guo Yi finally agreed to make a few more for Lin Feng for free once he found the materials.

Lin Feng cleverly installed these on the house using his soil control technique, thus ushering in the electric age. No more touching the wrong person in the dark at night and having to make do with it.

Wow...it's huge!

Xiao Rui climbed up the rope ladder at some point and came to the bedroom to find it completely renovated.

"This wardrobe is so big, I can put so many pretty clothes in it! Wow! There's even a bathroom, now I don't have to go out to find a place to use the toilet anymore."

"Brother Lin Feng, you're amazing!" Xiao Rui skipped and hopped over to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng rubbed the other person's head, tested the switch, and the bedroom light turned on as he expected. "Hmm, no problem."

"Perfect timing. Tell Xiaoqing and the others to come back and tidy up the house, and cook some food while they're at it."

At 8 p.m., when it was completely dark, Xiao Hei released its protective domain once again.

Dinner was ready at the campsite; it was rice porridge with wild vegetables. It didn't smell appetizing, but rather had a faint bitter aroma.

But for someone who has worked hard all day, a bowl of hot porridge is more satisfying than anything else.

The miners put down their tools, took out their pots and pans, and lined up in a somewhat disorderly queue, gazing longingly at the porridge in the large pot.

"Zhao Dayong, yours, next." The woman serving the food didn't shake her hand and scooped a large spoonful of wild vegetable porridge into Zhao Dayong's bowl.

Zhao Dayong carried the bowl to his wife and children, handed it to them, and told them to eat first. His wife took the bowl and fed the children a small half-bowl first.

"Dad, you eat too!"

Zhao Dayong nodded, and the couple finished eating separately.

Looking at his hands covered in blisters, Zhao Dayong smiled – a smile that showed his family had survived another day and had hope for the future.

The miners, in twos and threes, sat around the fire, drinking porridge and talking with their heads down. They talked about how much ore they had mined that day, when the convoy would depart tomorrow, and what those who hadn't worked would eat that night.

"Eat what? Eat shit!" someone sneered.

"When I passed by there just now, everyone's stomachs were growling with hunger. One woman was crying and said she hadn't eaten for two days."

"Serves them right," one of them said, stuffing a mouthful of porridge into his mouth. "While we were working during the day, they were all pretending to be dead. Now they know they're hungry?"

At the edge of the camp, the actors, agents, directors, and some relatives and friends who were originally in Mo Qingluan's convoy had not participated in the daytime mobilization, and when it came to moving things, they pretended to be dead and watched, thinking that the convoy would eventually give them food.

But when dinner time came, they found that no one was serving them food.

Someone approached Sister Wang, their voice trembling with tears: "Sister Wang, where is Sister Qingluan? Where did she go? We...we haven't eaten all day, could you give us a bowl of porridge? Just one bowl!"

Sister Wang glanced at her and said in a flat voice, "Want some porridge? Go report to the mine and dig up 100 kilograms of ore in exchange for a bowl of porridge."

"But...but we're all women! We've been starving all day, how can we have the strength to mine?"

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, Qingluan is recruiting long-term miners for Lin Feng. It's 500 kilograms for a bowl of porridge right now, and they won't wait until then..." After saying that, Sister Wang ignored her and turned to leave.

"500 kilograms..." The woman suddenly sat down on the ground, burying her head and crying.

Lin Feng's side.

"Qingluan, are you sure you're going to exchange 500 kilograms of ore for a bowl of this porridge?" Lin Feng scooped up a spoonful of the thin porridge, which was mostly rice water with only a thin layer of rice.

He stared at her with a surprised look, his mind filled with thoughts of Qingluan, oh Qingluan, you are the real swindler Zhou Bapi.

Mo Qingluan, without blushing or panting, said, "Just tell me if this is porridge or not. You don't know the cost of living until you're in charge. A few days ago, when I was in charge of over a hundred people and couldn't find any food, I ate even less than this in a day..."

"Look at Captain Wang Lie, he dug up more than 500 jin (250 catties) by himself today. And that porridge... tsk tsk... it's all wild vegetables, there's not even as much rice in this bowl..."

"Besides, that pickaxe you provided, are you really that clueless about its sharpness, or are you just pretending? I'm just a weak woman, guess how much I've mined today?"

Mo Qingluan held up one finger: "One ton!"

"Well……"

Well, you're a weak woman, so you're only twice as strong as an adult man. Lin Feng didn't expect the pickaxe he provided to be so efficient, and he underestimated Yang Mi's ability to endure hardship and go mining.

"Fine, whatever you think. Anyway, I'm not the one getting yelled at!"

"Hmph, if I get scolded later, I'll just say it was the big boss's order. What do you say, Lin Feng, little brother..."

"I can't argue with you, let's go, my big star, I'll treat you to dinner!" Lin Feng changed the subject and invited him, since he was the one who would benefit.

"Hmph, scumbag, I want to go too..." Michelle followed behind the two like a shadow.