This was a two-story house. Each floor had an area of about 300 square meters. The ground floor had a living room, two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a storage room.
Upstairs also had a small living room and four rooms. One of the rooms had stairs leading to the rooftop terrace and was also used as a storage room.
In addition to the two floors above ground, there was a fairly large basement beneath the storage room and kitchen. Because it was deep in the mountains and shopping was inconvenient—especially in winter—his grandfather had built the basement to store food. Clearly, this would also become Cheng Feng’s future food storage area.
Outside the house was an enclosed yard. The area in front of the house was about one mu, and behind it was about half a mu. It used to be used for growing vegetables and raising chickens and ducks.
Cheng Feng used a stick to clear the path as he approached. When he saw the courtyard standing in the forest, his nose tingled, and he remembered the old man who had truly loved him. Since his grandfather passed away, he had never returned.
Although it had only been three years, to him, it felt like a lifetime.
And wasn’t it a lifetime? He had already died once.
The red-painted iron gate had lost much of its paint and looked especially desolate amid the overgrown weeds.
He took out the key, opened the slightly rusted lock, and walked into the yard. As expected, it was overgrown with weeds. He tapped the ground with his stick as he walked to scare away any snakes or insects that might be hiding in the grass, and safely reached the front door.
When he opened it, a cloud of dust greeted him.
Fortunately, he had prepared a mask, so he didn’t choke.
As soon as he entered, he saw the portraits of his grandfather and grandmother. He walked over, knelt down, and said with guilt, “Grandpa, Grandma, I’m sorry I only came back now…”
His voice choked with emotion. Over the past three years, he had burned paper offerings for them by the roadside on certain days, but he had never returned. It was as if by not coming back, he could pretend that his grandfather was still at home waiting for him, just like before.
But now he was in trouble, and he had returned to the only place that would accept him unconditionally.
“…Once I finish settling things here, I’ll go visit you and Grandma.”
He wiped his tears, stood up, and began inspecting the house.
Even though he had a year to prepare, time still felt tight.
Although his grandfather had used good materials when building the house, it had aged, and to withstand the apocalypse, many parts needed reinforcement.
The most important were the doors and windows—they all needed to be replaced with the strongest ones. The courtyard wall also needed to be raised. It was currently two meters high, but Cheng Feng planned to raise it to three meters and install an electric fence afterward as an additional defense.
The rooftop terrace had originally been used by his grandfather to dry grain, but Cheng Feng decided to install solar panels there for energy storage.
Although they lived deep in the mountains, they still had water and electricity, partly thanks to a nearby power station, though it had cost a lot at the time.
His plan was to hire workers to reinforce the house and replace the doors and windows, while he used that time to gather supplies.
The house also needed to be reorganized. The space he had was limited, so he planned to store perishable food inside it, while other items would be stored outside. The basement and rooms would all be put to use.
After discussing renovation plans with a shop in the nearby town under the pretense of house maintenance, Cheng Feng paid a deposit and returned to Modu.
The agent informed him that both the house and the car had buyers, and he needed to sign the contracts.
Including the money from selling the house and car, he now had about 6 million yuan. It sounded like a lot, but it was actually not enough, considering he was preparing for the apocalypse.
He did not plan to stockpile everything domestically. First, regulations were stricter, and second, as a public figure, it would be easier to attract attention.
So, for items that could be purchased online, he bought them domestically and rented a warehouse to receive deliveries, later transporting them to the mountains using the space.
For bulk goods like rice, flour, and oil, he planned to buy most of them abroad.
After calculating, with his current funds, he could only stockpile about twenty years’ worth of supplies. In the original story, an anti-zombie agent was developed ten years into the apocalypse, after which production gradually returned to normal. Although recovery would take time, preparing an extra ten years’ worth of supplies should be enough. Besides, during those ten years, he wouldn’t only consume—he would also find ways to acquire more resources.
So, he made repeated trips, using the space to transport supplies from both abroad and within the country back to the mountains.
He did extensive research, read many apocalypse forums and novels, and bought everything he could think of and afford.
Clothing, food, housing, transportation, medicine, weapons, energy, various seeds—he prepared them all. He even stockpiled some construction materials in case of emergencies.
Among these, weapons and medicine took up the largest portion of expenses, mostly purchased abroad. Cheng Feng felt it was worth it, and thanks to the space, he could bring everything back.
However, during this period, his agent Wang Yue suddenly called him. She had learned that he sold his house and car and was very worried.
Cheng Feng had already prepared excuses to brush it off, but shortly after hanging up, he unexpectedly received two transfers.
One was 50,000 yuan from Wang Yue, lent to him for emergencies. The other was 200,000 yuan from an unfamiliar account.
Wang Yue said it was from the company’s big boss, given privately after hearing about Cheng Feng’s situation over the years.
The big boss?
Cheng Feng naturally knew who it was, but what came to mind more was the plot of the original story.
Shen Group was a large conglomerate, and the entertainment company he belonged to was just one of its subsidiaries, currently managed by its heir, Shen Mu.
Shen Mu was the second male lead in the original story—the rival of the male lead.
The male lead, on the other hand, was the illegitimate son of the current head of the Shen family, born to his white moonlight. Naturally, his father favored him.
Shen Mu and the male lead had fought from before the apocalypse into the post-apocalyptic world. He was even labeled as a villain and eventually became a stepping stone for the male and female leads on their path to becoming powerful.
In a way, they were similar—existing only to serve the plot.
In Cheng Feng’s impression, Shen Mu was a good boss, a rare decent presence among entertainment companies.
As an artist under his company, he didn’t have to attend drinking parties to gain resources, nor was he exploited excessively. The benefits were good, and even after his resources were downgraded, his income remained considerable. Now, he had even lent him 200,000 yuan for emergencies.
Cheng Feng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately let the thought go.
Shen Mu was different from him. Cheng Feng knew the plot and had been reborn, but Shen Mu knew nothing. Even if he tried to warn him, what exactly could he say?
If he said too much, would it bring trouble upon himself?
In the end, he decided, like Wang Yue, to repay him in the form of supplies.
There were about ten days left before the male and female leads would dream about the apocalypse, and Cheng Feng made one final trip abroad.