Greed

Three days later, Zhou Qiubai finally climbed out of bed.

In fact, he had already woken up on the afternoon of the second day.

After all, since it was free, could he perhaps...

Forget it. Being too greedy wasn't good.

So he haggled with the innkeeper who brought up his meals, asking whether he could add a little more food. He'd been living on nothing but bland gruel every day.

The innkeeper readily agreed, but when he turned around, he still brought up that same bowl of thin, bland porridge. There were so few grains of rice that one could doubt whether they could all be counted on one's fingers.

Zhou Qiubai stared at the watery porridge and sighed.

A cheapskate meeting an even bigger cheapskate. That was really something.

Yang Guyun recovered faster. By the second day, he was already practicing his spear in the courtyard.

The innkeeper kept poking his head out of the kitchen window to watch, seemingly afraid Yang Guyun would pierce through the courtyard's stone slabs. Fortunately, no accident happened.

Over those three days, subtle changes had taken place in town.

"It's really gone."

Some of the bolder residents came out at night to confirm it. Once they found that everything was truly fine, they too breathed a sigh of relief.

After relaxing, joy followed.

The town of old had finally returned.

It was another morning.

The inn's main hall was as lively as it was during the New Year.

The innkeeper was so busy that he was sweating profusely, digging out all the cured meat and dried mushrooms he had hidden away.

They were holding a feast.

Calling it a celebration of surviving a disaster would not have been an exaggeration. It was time to celebrate.

No matter how big the world was, eating