November 14, 2023
Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 197 - For the first time in her life, Bei Nuan experienced the pain of having too much money and nowhere to spend it (2)
Hearing Lu Xingchi's words, Du Ruo turned his head and asked, "Bei Nuan, what does that Qiu Ji look like? Who's more handsome? Him or Lu Xingchi?"
Bei Nuan objectively answered, "Of course Lu Xingchi is the more handsome one."
Hearing her answer the question without hesitation and with an "of course" in her answer, Lu Xingchi was very pleased.
Du Ruo continued to ask, "How do I compare to Lu Xingchi?"
Bei Nuan answered even more quickly and with more assurance. "Of course it's you, the king of zombies."
Lu Xingchi: "..."
***
They had figured out the source of the symbol, and there was no need to remain on the island.
The group got up early the next morning, discussed what to do next, and decided to copy the colorful tattooed man's method of climbing over the wall during a guard shift change to leave the island.
Before leaving, they went to see Little Shao again.
After eating breakfast, they pass through the deserted market to Little Shao's home under the morning sun.
Little Shao was still lying in bed, but her fever had subsided.
She sat up and ate the congee that Jiang Fei had made. She seemed to be in good spirits.
Du Ruo told Little Shao they were leaving and asked her if she wanted to go with them. They might come across a better place for her to resettle.
Little Shao seriously thought it over before refusing.
"This place is surrounded by a lake. The lake is a better deterrent than a fortress against zombies. I've gotten familiar with this place and earned a lot of money here. I have a home here too. My life might not necessarily be better if I go to a different place."
Du Ruo wanted to persist in persuading her, but Lu Xingchi glanced at him and said, "She doesn't want to leave. There's no need to force her to leave here."
It was only then that Du Ruo dropped the subject.
Once they left the island, the money Bei Nuan won from the cage fights would be useless. She wanted to leave the money to Little Shao. As a bonus, that would increase her Holy Mother value.
However, Little Shao was determined to not accept her money.
Little Shao said, "I've saved enough money. Besides, you can't depend on others for everything."
She was only a kid, but she had such resolve and drive.
By the time they left Little Shao's home, there were already many people in the market. There were people setting up stalls, people chatting, and people shopping. It had become quite lively.
Reality had proven that what Bei Nuan said last night was right.
A freshly released gossip was rapidly spreading through the market; the new Master Qiu said people on the island didn't have to wear metal tags anymore. Newcomers to the island would no longer be issued metal tags, and the previously issued metal tags had to be returned to Old Hu.
There was a strong backlash to this new rule. No one wanted to return his or her metal tag. Many people were panicking.
"If we don't wear tags, how will we know what rank other people are?"
"What if I'm accidentally with an A, and we encounter danger?"
"I don't like those F's. If we don't wear tags, how will we know who the F's are?"
Not only were the crowd against returning the metal tags, they started a movement to force everyone to display their tags.
In the market, many people acted like stewards of the movement. If they saw anyone concealing their tags underneath their clothes, they forced them to take the tags out for display. Anyone that went against this rule would be beaten.
Lu Xingchi had thrown away Bei Nuan's tag yesterday, but she didn't encounter any problems. Her face was her tag.
Everyone would pause when they met her and exclaim as if they were seeing a star, "It's that F! That F that won many, many cage fights!"
Bei Nuan was terribly embarrassed by this attention.
Lu Xingchi didn't have a tag either. He self-assuredly walked through the market without any problem. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, cold gaze, and the muscles that could be seen under his shirt was his tag.
No one was stupid enough to ask him to show his tag and risk getting beaten.
Bei Nuan wasn't in the mood to bother with other people's business of wearing the metal tags or not. She was preoccupied with worry, and Lu Xingchi had to occasionally pull her aside to keep her from bumping into a wall.
She was worrying about her money. She had worked so hard to earn that money, but that money would become waste paper once they left the island. She didn't want that outcome.
Lu Xingchi easily figured out what she was thinking. "Are you worried about what to do with your money?"
Bei Nuan nodded and pondered aloud, "How about just giving it away to a random person?"
Doing that would increase her Holy Mother value.
Lu Xingchi rejected that idea. "We're about to leave soon. Don't attract trouble. Besides, don't you want to buy something for yourself?"
But, there was nothing on the island.
Du Ruo saw the middle-aged man that was selling baked cassava chips and suggested, "How about buying cassava? You have the space for it."
Bei Nuan imagined a hill of cassava. "I would end up with too much cassava if I only buy that. Besides, it doesn't taste good. Why would I want so much of it?"
Tang Tang hesitatingly suggested, "Save it for smashing people to the ground with it?"
They had heard of Bei Nuan's magnificent past achievements.
For the first time in her life, Bei Nuan experienced the pain of having too much money and nowhere to spend it.
November 14, 2023
Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 197 - For the first time in her life, Bei Nuan experienced the pain of having too much money and nowhere to spend it (2)
Hearing Lu Xingchi's words, Du Ruo turned his head and asked, "Bei Nuan, what does that Qiu Ji look like? Who's more handsome? Him or Lu Xingchi?"
Bei Nuan objectively answered, "Of course Lu Xingchi is the more handsome one."
Hearing her answer the question without hesitation and with an "of course" in her answer, Lu Xingchi was very pleased.
Du Ruo continued to ask, "How do I compare to Lu Xingchi?"
Bei Nuan answered even more quickly and with more assurance. "Of course it's you, the king of zombies."
Lu Xingchi: "..."
***
They had figured out the source of the symbol, and there was no need to remain on the island.
The group got up early the next morning, discussed what to do next, and decided to copy the colorful tattooed man's method of climbing over the wall during a guard shift change to leave the island.
Before leaving, they went to see Little Shao again.
After eating breakfast, they pass through the deserted market to Little Shao's home under the morning sun.
Little Shao was still lying in bed, but her fever had subsided.
She sat up and ate the congee that Jiang Fei had made. She seemed to be in good spirits.
Du Ruo told Little Shao they were leaving and asked her if she wanted to go with them. They might come across a better place for her to resettle.
Little Shao seriously thought it over before refusing.
"This place is surrounded by a lake. The lake is a better deterrent than a fortress against zombies. I've gotten familiar with this place and earned a lot of money here. I have a home here too. My life might not necessarily be better if I go to a different place."
Du Ruo wanted to persist in persuading her, but Lu Xingchi glanced at him and said, "She doesn't want to leave. There's no need to force her to leave here."
It was only then that Du Ruo dropped the subject.
Once they left the island, the money Bei Nuan won from the cage fights would be useless. She wanted to leave the money to Little Shao. As a bonus, that would increase her Holy Mother value.
However, Little Shao was determined to not accept her money.
Little Shao said, "I've saved enough money. Besides, you can't depend on others for everything."
She was only a kid, but she had such resolve and drive.
By the time they left Little Shao's home, there were already many people in the market. There were people setting up stalls, people chatting, and people shopping. It had become quite lively.
Reality had proven that what Bei Nuan said last night was right.
A freshly released gossip was rapidly spreading through the market; the new Master Qiu said people on the island didn't have to wear metal tags anymore. Newcomers to the island would no longer be issued metal tags, and the previously issued metal tags had to be returned to Old Hu.
There was a strong backlash to this new rule. No one wanted to return his or her metal tag. Many people were panicking.
"If we don't wear tags, how will we know what rank other people are?"
"What if I'm accidentally with an A, and we encounter danger?"
"I don't like those F's. If we don't wear tags, how will we know who the F's are?"
Not only were the crowd against returning the metal tags, they started a movement to force everyone to display their tags.
In the market, many people acted like stewards of the movement. If they saw anyone concealing their tags underneath their clothes, they forced them to take the tags out for display. Anyone that went against this rule would be beaten.
Lu Xingchi had thrown away Bei Nuan's tag yesterday, but she didn't encounter any problems. Her face was her tag.
Everyone would pause when they met her and exclaim as if they were seeing a star, "It's that F! That F that won many, many cage fights!"
Bei Nuan was terribly embarrassed by this attention.
Lu Xingchi didn't have a tag either. He self-assuredly walked through the market without any problem. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, cold gaze, and the muscles that could be seen under his shirt was his tag.
No one was stupid enough to ask him to show his tag and risk getting beaten.
Bei Nuan wasn't in the mood to bother with other people's business of wearing the metal tags or not. She was preoccupied with worry, and Lu Xingchi had to occasionally pull her aside to keep her from bumping into a wall.
She was worrying about her money. She had worked so hard to earn that money, but that money would become waste paper once they left the island. She didn't want that outcome.
Lu Xingchi easily figured out what she was thinking. "Are you worried about what to do with your money?"
Bei Nuan nodded and pondered aloud, "How about just giving it away to a random person?"
Doing that would increase her Holy Mother value.
Lu Xingchi rejected that idea. "We're about to leave soon. Don't attract trouble. Besides, don't you want to buy something for yourself?"
But, there was nothing on the island.
Du Ruo saw the middle-aged man that was selling baked cassava chips and suggested, "How about buying cassava? You have the space for it."
Bei Nuan imagined a hill of cassava. "I would end up with too much cassava if I only buy that. Besides, it doesn't taste good. Why would I want so much of it?"
Tang Tang hesitatingly suggested, "Save it for smashing people to the ground with it?"
They had heard of Bei Nuan's magnificent past achievements.
For the first time in her life, Bei Nuan experienced the pain of having too much money and nowhere to spend it.
