I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 999 - 1088: Return to Huaxia’s South Sea?

Wu You’ai half-closed her eyes and said sleepily, "Grandma, I want to sleep—" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Grandma Jing sighed, "The Zhang family’s grandson is already married, the Liu family’s granddaughter has married a junior manager from the power grid, and the Xie family’s grandson’s child is already three years old and can help buy soy sauce. My family’s people are all over thirty and still not married!

They’re going to turn into stone eggs, every day just giving gifts. I don’t even know how much stuff we’ve given out, I don’t know if I can ever get back all the gifts I’ve given in my lifetime—

Oh, getting old, maybe only when I’m gone will I be able to—"

Wu You’ai immediately said, "Grandma, I’ll go with you. I can eat, I can definitely eat more than Grandpa, I can surely eat back our expenses. If only one person goes to the feast, wouldn’t that be a complete loss?"

Only then did Grandma Jing nod with a smile, "Ah, Jing Shu is also coming back soon. It’s time to discuss your wedding with that guy. You’re already over thirty, so why not settle it before the New Year?"

Grandma Jing chattered, and before leaving, she grumbled while grabbing a few brand new gas masks. The Jing family now runs various purifiers all day, but there’s still a bad smell in the house.

At first, Grandma Jing said not to waste electricity, just deal with the smell. After all, the old pigsty and the toilet didn’t smell any better than this.

However, later on, many people died from poisoning due to the stench, and it was all over the TV saying that you should wear masks properly to filter out the toxic gases in the air; otherwise, it would be very dangerous.

So, Grandma Jing agreed to run the air conditioning and filters 24/7. Being this old, it’s better to waste electricity than to lose a life over something so trivial, which wouldn’t be worth it.

Because of this, Jing Shu’s granddaughter opened a mask factory recently, which unexpectedly boomed, and masks began to be in short supply.

Grandma Jing handed the gas mask to the lazy Wu You’ai, and the two of them rode the mini Hulk to the feast, with Grandma Jing cursing those profiteers along the way: "Your sister’s masks have been consistently priced at 1 Virtual Coin from the start till now. I heard that in other places, some are selling for 3 or 4 Virtual Coins."

Wu You’ai put on the gas mask, grunted a few times, and humored Grandma Jing: "Yes, Grandma, but they won’t last long. These days, with strict surveillance, anyone daring to raise prices will definitely be taken down completely."

Thinking of all the gifts, Grandma Jing felt a pain in her heart, which made her uncomfortable. When will she be able to get back all the gifts she gave out? "You tell me, that girl of yours, how Chu Zhuohua has been silently looking on for years. Finally, we are urging you both, are you two planning to keep it this way forever?

Otherwise, call the person home in a few days, sort out the dowry amount, how much for the bride price, if there’s a new house, if the ceremony is happening, and what scale of ceremony—make everything clear. You can’t continue muddling through like this."

Wu You’ai’s ears had grown numb from hearing this, and she couldn’t help but miss her best shield, her sister Jing Shu. When is she coming back?

She had just confirmed a relationship with her mentor, and now the family is already urging her to get married.

Although her mentor hinted at wanting to take things further, she thought it was better to let things develop naturally.

Speaking of which, that Jing Shu girl hasn’t even got a hint of a relationship, doesn’t even have a decent male friend, why isn’t the family pressuring her? Why is that?

Wu You’ai sighed inwardly; there was no way she dared show it outwardly. Just as she was contemplating when Jing Shu would return, there was a commotion not far away.

Wu You’ai opened the Hulk’s window, poked her head out to see what was happening, but Grandma Jing tugged at her, saying, "Hurry up, the wedding banquet is about to start."

Yet the sound of commotion came through: "Go check it out, there are so many cruise warships docked at the South Sea Pier."

"Wow, there’s even an aircraft carrier!"

"You’re talking nonsense, aircraft carriers are strategic assets, they wouldn’t dock at a civilian pier."

"It’s true, heard it’s privately owned, said to have come back from the distant Middle East, unloading now."

"But the pier is temporarily closed, they say there’s some classified stuff."

"Even so, go see it. Lots of reporters went there, some are saying hundreds of ships’ worth of oil have been transported back from abroad to announce the good news and boost morale."

Upon hearing this, Grandma Jing exclaimed, pulling Wu You’ai to run the Hulk towards the pier.

Fortunately, the Hulk was fast, consuming only a little food over a hundred miles and still speeding along, otherwise, if Grandma Jing walked, who knows when they’d arrive.

The pier was indeed barricaded, with many people watching outside. The moment the Hulk was at the entrance, Grandma Jing craned her neck to see if among the many huge ships docked inside, there was one belonging to her family’s granddaughter.