I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 822 - 912: Organizing the Space—Why Does the More I Sort, the More Supplies I Have?

After welcoming back the triumphant master, the big snakes retreated into the darkness.

The villa next door at Su Malie’s house lit up, seemingly dispatching a butler to check things out, and then returned. It seems Su Malie is back too.

Hulks, each stuffed with supplies, walked through the villa gates, signifying that Jing Shu’s stockpile of goods would skyrocket once again. After five years into the apocalypse, the supplies haven’t dwindled; instead, the stockpile keeps growing. Nowadays, this over 700 square meters villa is about to be filled with supplies everywhere!

"That was close, almost got exposed. Let’s stay up late and get busy now," Jing Shu muttered to herself, taking a deep breath.

First, Jing Shu dug up all the soil in the front and back yards overnight and replaced it with fertile soil for farming, such as fertile black soil and sandy loam, that she bought.

Then, she transplanted some saplings that she bought just for show. The key was to transplant cherry trees without cherries, durian trees that were plump and fragrant but had no durians, coconut trees without coconuts, and so on.

Just one tree of each kind, to avoid being too conspicuous.

The critical point is that there are no fruits on the trees yet, making it easier to explain. And, naturally, when they are laden with various fruits later, it would make more sense.

In any case, Jing Shu pleads ignorance, saying it’s all thanks to Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing’s efforts; they just casually planted these things, and they bore plenty of fruit. Anyway, it has nothing to do with Jing Shu, not the slightest bit.

Oh right, by the time the fruits are grown, Jing Shu won’t even be in the South Sea, further distancing herself from any connection. It’s perfect when you think of it!

Staring at these one-cubic-meter square tree roots, Jing Shu shook her head. Plants in the soil cannot exceed one cubic meter; outside the soil, it doesn’t matter how tall or big they get. This peculiar situation creates small roots and large tree bodies—truly strange.

After roughly getting the orchard set, Jing Shu immediately moved on to the vegetable garden, transplanting various vegetables and crops she bought. Due to her rough and unprofessional handling, she also ruined a few seedlings, but she didn’t mind.

In short, after a long night of work, Jing Shu’s garden and orchard were filled with various transplanted vegetables and fruits. To ensure survivability, Jing Shu directly watered them with diluted spiritual spring water, and everything seemed fine.

Finally, Jing Shu started organizing supplies.

This is always an eagerly anticipated yet tedious task.

In the combined villa, nothing else is abundant, but there are plenty of rooms for storing supplies, categorized very meticulously. There’s even a super-large refrigerator room for storing perishables and hard-to-store items.

Jing Shu stored all the oil, rice, and flour from her space into the food storage room and oil storage room. Each storage room was filled with densely packed shelves. Once Jing Shu filled them, the room was neatly lined with rice, flour, and miscellaneous grains, looking very comforting and soothing.

Then came a room full of household items, with boxes of toilet paper, shampoo, and shower gel piled high—they nearly blocked the door.

The snack zone took up a whole room, with spicy strips dominating most of the space, while the rest were odds and ends gathered during this relocation from Wu City. Most of the snacks stocked before the apocalypse were entirely consumed.

Jing Shu reluctantly patted the spicy strips: "Wait for now, I’m not taking you along just to bring back more delicious and useful stuff from the Middle East."

Thinking about it, who could she make do with? Thus, she decided to take twenty boxes, which would be eaten up on the way.

The remaining perishables and frozen products were all put into the cold storage and freezer room.

The wine, corn oil, and other miscellaneous things gathered from the United States were piled into the Hulk’s body and placed in the yard. Seems like more underground storage rooms are needed.

Otherwise, there’s no place for stuff.

After tidying up Jing Shu’s space and emptying the Hulk, it awkwardly turned out that after sorting everything, only half the space had been organized.

Isn’t this like the 216G ultra-large phone you bought four or five years ago, where you installed all kinds of apps and took all sorts of photos?

Also liking to store some favorite scenery and romantic action movies you couldn’t bear to delete?

Once its memory ran out, less than 1%, you started deleting photos and apps every day.

Deleted and deleted, even deleted all the romantic action movies, but still only had 10% of memory left.

This is Jing Shu’s current situation.

Someone said, why not take out the space items to free up space?

The problem is, can the 10 cubic meters of chocolate spring water be taken out? Where would it go?

And 1-cubic-meter spicy duck blood, braised pork ribs, steamed crab, seafood shrimp porridge, bone lotus root soup, and other hot food ingredients—can they be taken out?

Even if they can’t be finished in one sitting, they’d cool down, losing flavor, and what if Jing Shu wants to eat and finds none available?

These ready-to-eat foods, combined with Jing Shu’s constant replenishing, occupy about 100 cubic meters.

The few hundred or thousand chickens, ducks, pigs, and cows comprising 150 cubic meters are the sort that can’t see daylight. There’s no plausible excuse large enough for Jing Shu to use for bringing them out. The Jing family now knows roughly the market value.

The 50 cubic meters of various seafood, after replenishing with new types a few days ago from Yangcheng, is expected to expand voraciously to around 150 cubic meters in two months.

For the long-term enjoyment of salmon, tuna, and tiger crabs, Jing Shu has to separate and personally raise these seafood types, because if Mr. Jing lets these die, there’ll be nowhere for her to cry.

The rest comprises feed, seeds, various daily necessities, cakes, snacks, frozen goods, none suitable for taking out.

Importantly, there’s a small area filled with various weapons: rocket launchers, machine guns, grenades, and so on.

Keeping these in the Hulk’s body is good, but for the absolutely safety-oriented, deathily afraid Jing Shu who values having something in hand, these items are non-negotiable. I might not need them, but they must always be within reach.

"That’s just how it is. Ah, it seems I should hurry up and level up the space. Why does it feel like upgrading makes the space less and less sufficient?" Jing Shu, after inspecting her space, found herself hungry again.

Blithely, she started munching on durians, tossing the peels into the orchard, watering them with a bit of spiritual spring water, and leaving the rest to fate.

After finishing this and that, Jing Shu tasted much of the food in her space.

Ah, it felt so satisfying—been so long since she let herself feast freely!

While deeply engrossed in her feasting, the door of the villa resounded with a clatter.