He said seriously, “Thank you, Cheng Feng. We’ll practice properly.”
Cheng Feng nodded and told them to bring a cart to move the supplies inside. After everything was unloaded, he prepared to leave. Wang Yue couldn’t persuade him to stay. Her husband stepped forward and tried to push a bank card into Cheng Feng’s hand.
“There’s 500,000 in here…”
Cheng Feng refused and got into the van.
Before leaving, he reminded them through the window, “Don’t let anyone know about this. Spend your money while you still can. I’ve heard some information—the apocalypse is probably real.”
After waving at them, he drove away.
The couple stood there in silence for a long time.
Wang Yue said, “Why didn’t he take the money? That was 200 rounds—it must be worth a lot!”
But they both knew it wasn’t just about money.
After a long pause, her husband said, “Maybe he just wanted to repay you.”
And perhaps… he no longer needed money.
The fact that he could say those words meant he was fully prepared. And someone who could obtain such items couldn’t be an ordinary person.
Thinking of Cheng Feng’s final warning, her husband suddenly became serious. “Money will lose value very quickly—until it becomes worthless. We should convert it into supplies as soon as possible.”
Wang Yue was stunned. She wanted to argue that they already had enough supplies to last two or three years. But seeing her husband’s serious expression—and thinking about what Cheng Feng had just brought—she didn’t know what to say.
Do they really need to go this far?
What if they spend all their money and the apocalypse never comes?
But looking at her husband’s determined eyes, her uneasiness slowly faded.
They were still young. Even if today’s decision turned into a joke, so what?
She smiled slightly. “Alright.”
No matter what happened, as long as their family stayed safe together, nothing else mattered.
After leaving Wang Yue’s home, Cheng Feng went to Shen Mu’s place.
Shen Mu was still abroad, but after repeated urging, he gave Cheng Feng an address.
It wasn’t his final safe base, but a small warehouse he hadn’t sold because it was the first asset he bought when starting his business—he felt a bit sentimental about it.
Cheng Feng arrived, found the key as instructed, and entered the warehouse.
It wasn’t large—about 150 square meters—and only contained some dusty desks and chairs, likely from when it was used as an office.
He drove the van inside, closed the door, and started unloading.
The supplies he prepared for Shen Mu were basically the same as what he gave Wang Yue. Even though he suspected Shen Mu might also have had some special opportunity, he still felt obligated to help.
That was just how he was—stubborn in this way. He didn’t like owing anything to people who had sincerely helped him.
After placing the supplies and covering them slightly, he took a photo and sent it to Shen Mu.
“Boss, I’ve left the items here. Come pick them up when you have time.”
Shen Mu was probably busy and didn’t reply. Cheng Feng didn’t mind. He locked up, returned the key, and left Shanghai.
By the time he got back to the mountain, it was already September.
The vegetables he had planted earlier were ready to eat, and many fruits in the mountains had ripened. His eyes lit up with excitement.
When he decided to live in the mountains during the apocalypse, he had already planned his future life. With the mountain as his support, how could he possibly starve?
In September, many fruits ripen in the mountains—wild grapes, persimmons, pears, and more.
Since the area hadn’t been developed, most of the plants were wild, except for some improved fruit trees his grandfather had planted near the house.
But Cheng Feng didn’t mind. He got up early, packed food and tools, and went out to gather.
He knew the mountain well—where everything grew.
He first went to a place full of wild grapes. They had started ripening in July, and this was the last batch. If he came any later, he would miss them.
These grapes had been pruned by his grandfather before, so they grew well—clusters of dark purple fruit, large ones about 1.5 cm in diameter, smaller ones about 1 cm. He picked one, squeezed it, and the pale green flesh popped out. It tasted sweet with a slight sourness—the flavor of his childhood.
He felt like he could sit there and eat for hours, but work came first. He took scissors from his storage space and carefully cut the ripe grapes, placing them in baskets before storing them in his space.
Although he could just pile them inside the space, it would be inconvenient to take them out later, so he had prepared many baskets in advance.
For the next week, his main task was picking grapes and making wine. There were simply too many grapes—they couldn’t all be stored, and leaving them outside would make them rot. So he processed them quickly. Every household here knew how to make grape wine, and he had learned it from his grandfather.
After a week, most of the grapes were gone, so he shifted his focus to picking pears.
There were many pear trees—some in clusters, some scattered—likely spread by animals. These were autumn pears. Though smaller than those sold in markets, they were just as delicious: round, brownish-yellow, with sweet, juicy flesh. They could be harvested from September to November.
Cheng Feng carried a ladder and scissors, visiting several pear groves each day. He didn’t mind leaving some unpicked—the mountain was too large to claim everything.
Pear harvesting lasted a long time, so he worked on them while also turning some into pear paste. When persimmons ripened, he collected them too. Since he didn’t like fresh persimmons much, he kept only one basket and turned the rest into dried persimmons.
Chestnut trees also ripened during this season. They were not only tasty but could also serve as a staple food, so he spent a lot of time gathering them as well.
And that wasn’t all. He also planted and harvested vegetables, collected firewood, and stayed busy all day. Aside from eating and sleeping, he was constantly working. The little muscle he had gained from exercising became much more noticeable.
Fortunately, the results were worth it.