Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 388: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 2

Sirong tiptoed back to the bedroom and pulled out a velvet bag embroidered with Hello Kitty from the bottom drawer of the bedside table. This was a small storage bag that the original owner had used to store important documents.

She skillfully untied the laces, revealing various passbooks and bank cards neatly arranged inside.

The original owner was indeed a person who knew how to live. Every deposit was carefully marked with the deposit date and expiration date.

"Found it," she whispered, spreading the three passbooks on the bed. Muchen leaned over to examine them. Each account had a small amount, but all had three-year fixed deposits with the highest interest rates. The oldest one was a gift from their wedding, and with interest, it had grown to over fifty thousand.

"This is the nail salon's profit for the past two months..." Sirong pointed to a newer passbook. "I just deposited it in less than a week ago." She quickly calculated in her head, "Adding the change in my checking account, the total is... 148,652.30 yuan."

Mu Chen whistled upon hearing this. "That's more than I expected." He picked up one of the passbooks and noticed some wear and tear on the corners. "If I withdraw this early, I'll lose a lot of interest."

"You're almost dead, and you still care about interest?" Sirong rolled her eyes at him and quickly put away all the passbooks. "I'll go to the bank tomorrow morning and withdraw all of them. By the way, what's the limit on your credit card?"

"Twenty thousand." Muchen scratched his head. "But the outdoor store's work ID can get employee discounts, and some equipment can be bought on credit..."

Sirong's fingers gently brushed the glass of the photo frame, the cool touch causing her to shiver slightly. Grandma's smile in the photo reminded her of the small bungalow with a courtyard in the countryside, surrounded by a two-meter-high brick wall and a pressurized well in the backyard.

"The city is too densely populated," she suddenly turned and grabbed Muchen's wrist, "there's no way to escape when the outbreak occurs. Although grandma's house is remote, it has a wall, a vegetable garden, and..." She lowered her voice, "that well can directly drink groundwater."

Muchen's thumb rubbed her tense knuckles. In the silence of four in the morning, they could hear the alarm clock of their upstairs neighbor going off.

"My parents should be going out for morning exercise soon." Mu Chen glanced at his phone, the blue light of the screen reflecting his furrowed brows. "They will definitely bring us soy milk and fried dough sticks when they come back from their walk."

"Don't wait for them to go out, let's go over there." He picked up the key from the shoe cabinet.

The community where they live has poor sound insulation, and if they speak a little louder, the neighbors can hear them.

It just so happened that the neighbor who lived at my parents' house was not around recently, so it would be more convenient to talk.

Si Rong grabbed Mu Chen who was about to open the door and said in a low voice: "Wait."

She walked quickly to the balcony and gently lifted a corner of the curtain.

In the gray morning mist, the neighborhood streetlights were still on, and several familiar figures were already working out in the fitness area. Muchen's father was doing pull-ups on the horizontal bar, while his mother and Aunt Zhang from the next building stood under a tree, gesturing with their hands as if chatting about some family matters.

"Mom and Dad are already downstairs." Sirong let go of the curtains, turned around and pulled her coat off the hanger. "I'll go tell them to go home. You go buy breakfast."

The old couple were a little surprised when they saw the two of them.

"Oh, the sun is rising from the west today?" Mu's mother joked with a smile, "How can you two get up at this time?"

Muchen scratched the back of his head and grinned, "I woke up so fast and I'm starving." He raised his chin towards the breakfast stall and said, "Mom and Dad, go upstairs with Sirong first. I'll go get breakfast and be right back."

"Okay, I've almost finished exercising." Dad Mu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Sirong naturally took her mother-in-law's arm and smiled as she nodded and greeted the neighbors doing morning exercises. The old couple lived on the second floor, so climbing the stairs was faster than waiting for the elevator. They were up in just a few steps.

Muchen had long legs and ran like the wind. Sirong had just poured the soy milk her parents had prepared into a bowl when the door lock clicked. He returned carrying hot fried dough sticks and steamed buns, the plastic bags still covered in fine water droplets.

After a quick breakfast, Sirong stood up to clear the dishes, neatly piling them into the kitchen. When she returned with the teapot, the elderly couple were already sitting on the sofa, looking suspicious.

"Aren't you two going to work today?" Mu's mother couldn't help but ask.

Normally by this time, the young couple would have already rushed out the door. The younger ones were sleepy and always went to work on time, so the older couple would always bring them breakfast. But today, not only did they get up early, they even had the leisure to make tea?

Muchen picked up the teacup, and amidst the steam, he winked at Sirong.

Sirong understood and put down the teapot. Her voice was gentle but inexplicably persuasive. Because of the influence of practicing the Soul Condensation Technique, her words always made people unconsciously convinced.

"Dad, Mom, we have something we want to discuss with you."

She recounted the events slowly, recounting the plot lines that sounded like something out of a European or American blockbuster. The viral outbreak, the collapse of order, the decline of humanity, she recounted them one by one. The elderly couple frowned at first, but as she spoke, their expressions grew more serious.

"This...this can't be allowed!" Mu's father slapped his thigh fiercely. "If people really eat each other, how can this place be safe?"

"That's right!" Mu's mother clutched the edge of her apron. "What if the government rescue can't arrive in time and we run out of water and food? What are we going to do?"

Mu Chen put down the teacup and tapped his fingertips on the table: "So, we have to prepare in advance."

Sirong took out a bank card from Kettimao's small bag and gently placed it on the table: "Mom and Dad, this is the money Muchen and I have saved over the years."

She paused, her tone firm yet gentle, "We've discussed selling our house and store in the city and exchanging them for supplies. Then... we'll go to my grandmother's old house in the countryside."

My parents and grandma are also there now, so we can all be together and take care of each other."

"Yes," Mu Chen took over the conversation, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "The village where Sirong's grandmother lives is sparsely populated and surrounded by farmland. Even if zombies really appear, it's much safer than in the city."

The old couple looked at each other, and Mu's father stroked his teacup and pondered, "This idea is..." Before he finished speaking, Mu's mother suddenly slammed the table and said, "Old man, the children are right! There are so many people in the city and if things really get chaotic, our old bones can't stand it!"

"Don't make a fuss." Mu's father rolled his eyes at the old lady. He was always impatient and didn't let her finish her words. "The government doesn't care?"

Before his retirement, Mu's father was a party member and he was extremely loyal and trusting of the country.

The mask issue was a big deal a few years ago, but it was handled very well. He believed that even if it was really as Sirong said, the country would not sit idly by.