Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 577 - 70: I Want to Go to the Disaster Area
The stabbing pain in my mind has never disappeared, and my spiritual power still can’t be used at all.
Chu River helplessly clenched and unclenched her fist. The only consolation was that her memory had returned, at least.
Originally, she was neither some kind of wealthy beauty nor a quick-transmigration tasker, just an ordinary person searching for and accompanying Chang Geng across countless worlds.
This era’s Chang Geng was so ordinary yet great, just like when they first met in the Star Sea.
As individuals, they were insignificant, yet so important to each other.
Thinking of this, Chu River took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in her mind.
She stood up, "Da Dan, stop packing. With things as they are, I doubt Chen Changhai’s car will come. Let’s just wait a bit longer."
Moving was originally planned with a large truck, but now with nationwide support, it’s unlikely we’ll easily borrow one, and there’s no point in waiting around.
Moreover, Chu River herself also had a new plan.
...
The broadcast was still ongoing, and Da Dan understood, nodding silently.
"Okay."
Chu River thought for a moment and asked, "How much food do we have left in the cellar?"
Da Dan thought briefly and provided a somewhat conservative estimate, "More than half is meant for Uncle Chen to manage after we leave. If you count all of it, there are over 800 pounds of grains, both coarse and fine."
And that’s despite them not hoarding food as crazily as before.
After all, with a family of seven, every mouth waits eagerly to be fed. No amount of rice and flour is ever too much.
Chu River nodded, "Alright, leave 100 pounds of these grains, and I’ll take the rest. Go pack up everything that needs packing."
Considering the household and just children, she offered some comfort, "You might have to wait at home for a while longer. I need to head to the disaster area."
For a moment, Da Dan wanted to say something, his eyes filled with worry.
Ultimately, he only nodded, responding maturely, "Aunt, don’t worry, I’ll handle things at home."
Chu River patted his shoulder, "Let everyone know."
...
...
"What?! You want to go too?!"
Political Commissar Li immediately rejected her request:
"Little Chu, I appreciate your generous donation of food, but post-disaster relief is no child’s play."
"It’s too dangerous, and no one can really care for you there."
"With the disaster upon us, everyone is busy with rescue efforts, no time for you to slowly adapt."
"You haven’t received any training, so don’t be reckless! I understand your intentions, but..."
Chu River didn’t say much; she simply reached out and lifted the heavy wooden desk in front of him— with one hand.
Seeing Political Commissar Li’s stunned expression, Chu River seriously asked, "Leader, my big appetite isn’t for nothing."
"Do you think such strength is needed in rescue efforts?"
Is it needed?
It is desperately needed!
Post-disaster rescue is incredibly challenging! Basic machinery is unusable, and if someone has great strength, who knows how many more lives could be saved!
Political Commissar Li was immediately swayed.
But seeing Chu River still honestly holding the desk with one hand, he hurried to reassure her, "Alright, alright, I’m thinking it over, please put the desk down..."
Chu River took a seat beside him.
"Alright, you can think it over. I’ll wait here for your answer."
Political Commissar Li: ...
What more was there to say?
A soldier’s family ought to have such spirit!
Moreover, Chu River also promised to donate all 800 pounds of food they were preparing to move.
Young people with such resolve must be encouraged.
At this moment, in this community spirited by a theme of devotion, her actions were so fitting and so admirable.
Political Commissar Li finally gritted his teeth and decided, "Alright, I’ll send someone to your house to pick up the food. We’ll set off together."
And so, the rescue operation began without regard to gender; hardships must be endured with gritted teeth.
The vanguard had already moved, and Da Dan’s estimate wasn’t wrong. After leaving enough provisions for the family, there was more than enough of the 800 pounds of food, half coarse and half fine grains.
Watching a group of young men moving the food vigorously onto the truck, Political Commissar Li glanced at the few bags set aside for them in the corner and sighed, "Little Chu, you’re really good at managing household affairs."
Political Commissar Li had seen the food.
He hadn’t even mentioned the white rice and flour yet; the key was, how could there be wheat bran and rice husks hidden in the cellar?
And these were meant for the children to eat themselves.
Political Commissar Li was teary-eyed, "Little Chu, you’ve never mentioned having any difficulties in your daily life; don’t wrong yourself, alright?"
Chu River: ...???
What could she possibly be doing to wrong herself? Was there nothing else?
Da Dan also puffed out his chest, proudly saying, "Uncle, don’t worry, we haven’t been mistreated at all. These wheat bran and rice husks are mixed with rice when cooked, very nutritious, we all love it."
If processed a bit more intricately... there would be many who love it!
Yet, Political Commissar Li was moved to tears—for it’s not trending to eat whole grains for health in these times, but hearing a little adult-like "very nutritious," Political Commissar Li realized the challenges his family faced.
That stuff scratches the throat and is hard to digest; it also doesn’t taste good... if it weren’t for financial strain, why would they compromise like this?
And still, they’re willing to keep the poorer stuff for themselves and donate the good things!
Looking at these coarse grain supplements used to feed pigs in the village, Political Commissar Li’s eyes reddened.
He said emotionally, "Ah! Uncle understands. You’re such good kids!"
Chu River: ...
She thought to herself, Da Dan truly is something!
With just that one sentence, it seemed as if Political Commissar Li’s curious filter was applied once again in his mind.
By the time most of the food was loaded up, and Chu River had packed her simple belongings, she jumped onto the truck.
The children watched her longingly from below, their eyes full of reluctance and worry.
Chu River smiled at everyone, her lips exuding confidence and consolation:
"Alright, go back and focus on what you need to do, and don’t fall behind on your studies."
With Chen Changhai around, they wouldn’t go hungry.
Moreover, some were still left in the cellar, enough to last half a month without a problem.
The children... were all grown up, too!
In the next moment, the vehicle started.
The compartment was filled with people, the truck swaying as it moved, and Chu River’s figure gradually faded into the distance.
...
And at this very moment,
Da Dan thought about the 10,000 yuan he had secretly saved and felt uneasy—being children raised by Aunt, why? He considered himself the one who understood Aunt best—
A collapsed world wouldn’t affect Aunt’s appetite!
And such an Aunt...
While normally she wouldn’t spare even a plum for others, she was now generously donating 800 pounds of food, so why was she so generous this time?
Didn’t she care about her food?
Everyone had the same question in their hearts.
Da Dan sighed deeply, clutching the pocket tightly with both hands.
In that moment, the image of the red passbook churned in his mind, but on the other hand was Aunt’s unwavering act of having people move the food.
Even though it wasn’t their family’s disaster...
Da Dan couldn’t understand, but inadvertently, a small seed began to sprout from that moment.
Originally, what people pursue, is not just about having enough to eat and wear warmly.
Meanwhile in the car,
Political Commissar Li was considerately watching Chu River, "Little Chu, I brought a set of military uniform from logistics last minute, wear it when you arrive."
They were going for disaster relief, which required hard labor and grime. Military fabric is durable and more convenient than daily wear, also preventing scratches and injuries.
Chu River was wearing a crew-neck pullover made by Daya, it was short-sleeved. Now, without a word, she directly put on the army green jacket— every moment counts, wearing it now.
Though it was hot, wearing a bit more along with the wind wouldn’t cause heatstroke, and also prevented getting roasted under the blazing sun.
Looking at the bright sunny sky, Chu River couldn’t help but sigh— who knows how it’s like over there.
She still remembered the first world vividly, where the entire technology pavilion collapsed.
That thousand-mile rush for rescue efforts lasted so long, even when she had spiritual power, she couldn’t have a proper rest in the end,
With countless blood and tears in the ruins.
And now, Chu River still cannot use spiritual power, current technology doesn’t support her to make another Rescue Dragonfly...
What she relies on now is nothing more than her physical strength and acute senses.
Chu River clenched her fist.
Shi Suifeng had promised to devote himself to the country, dying a hundred times without regret?
Then, as a partner, she must fulfill his belief as well.
——What Chang Geng could do, Chu River would surely accomplish too!
