Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse-Chapter 283 - 279: Early General Population Census

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Human destiny revolves around living... If there are sweet lives, there are also lives of suffering. It all depends on each person’s character, which determines their future path.

Lin Zhaodi, driven by a moment of greed, wanted her daughter to have a good life from which she could also enjoy a boost and blessings.

Without Zhang Shanni, perhaps Lin Zhaodi’s fate would not have been like this.

However, even though human destiny has many ’possibilities,’ when Lin Zhaodi decided to switch the baby at birth and transform her fortune, her fate was already sealed.

In the end, she could not escape the causal cycle in this trap.

When Lin Zhaodi became Chang An, could she escape?

"Brother Dong, are we in the county town?" Lin Zhaodi quietly composed herself, and seeing the old man about to leave, she hurriedly asked softly.

"Right. Do you know someone here?" Yang Xindong turned back, curious because she kept asking about the place.

"Um, it’s the Yan Family, the people who caused me to go to prison, their youngest daughter is here with the Rong!" Lin Zhaodi now hated Zhang Shanni so much that she no longer wanted to utter her name.

That despicable woman didn’t deserve the Zhang surname, and she was even more unwilling to acknowledge Zhang Shanni’s identity! The thought that she dared to let the Yan Family treat her this way, making her suffer in prison and now unable to show her real name!

How could she possibly let go of such hatred!

"Oh~" Yang Xindong’s eyes sparkled, hearing her say this, he felt a sense of belonging: "No rush, if you want revenge, we have plenty of time. Right now, the most important thing is to get a new identity."

"Can I still take revenge?" Lin Zhaodi looked up at him in surprise, she had told this old man, her enemy’s husband was Rong Wei, and he still said ’we have plenty of time’?

"Of course, we are both free of encumbrances right now. Isn’t living all about seeking justice for oneself?" Yang Xindong sneered, otherwise why would he escape from prison?

"You, also have enemies?"

"Of course, of course I do! If I hadn’t been so foolish back then, trusting others, how could I have ended up in prison? And for seven years at that! Those villains, daring to take my wife, abuse, and harm my child, this enmity, it’s like a sea of blood!" Yang Xindong laughed eerily a few times, seeing Lin Zhaodi’s sympathetic eyes, he snorted:

"Don’t need your sympathy, just don’t mess things up impulsively, our vengeance can be achieved!"

"Okay! I’ll listen to you!" Lin Zhaodi, seeing the old man’s fiery eyes, suddenly felt a sense of kinship, as if they were the same type of person!

Yang Xindong stared at her for a while, seeing her shy gaze, he quickly muttered, "Best to keep it that way," and couldn’t stay any longer.

This woman was not young, but she was too naive. A typical foolish woman who’d count money for her seller after being sold.

But, that worked for the better. His revenge could be accomplished, his mission could be smoothly carried out!

Yang Xindong avoided attention, walking far towards the river by the periphery of Tanning Temple...

Seeing Tanning Temple heavily guarded... he frowned, the temple had been locked down for several days now, why?

Due to his unique identity, he was just like the regular residents in the ordinary bridge tunnels, only picking water at the outermost periphery and not daring to get close.

And, picking up water and leaving immediately, not daring to look back.

Nowadays avoiding trouble was better than seeking it. If it weren’t for the fact that the only clean water source nearby was here, he wouldn’t even want to come.

Having just released his emotions, he just wanted to take a good bath.

After all, she’s an elderly woman who simply cannot compare to his original wife, but now that he’s responsible for taking care of her, he might as well consider it an added perk. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Thinking about his wife, Yang Xindong felt a surge of hatred. If it weren’t for the water tub he was carrying on his shoulders, he might have lost his composure.

He mustn’t think, mustn’t think. The other party promised him that once he completed his mission, they would tell him how his wife and child had... died.

In fact, Yang Xindong understood that such an answer wasn’t of urgent importance—a young woman in her twenties, a child only five years old... how did they die?

No need for others to say, he could guess that the manner of their death must have been maddening.

Nevertheless, he still wanted to know... Only with that knowledge could he seek revenge using the same methods.

But before that, he needed to slow down his mission. He feared that once he becomes useless, they might kill him first.

Serving someone means always being prepared for a stabbing from behind.

His vengeance was not yet fulfilled; he couldn’t die!

Seeing the old man return, Lin Zhaodi hurriedly got up and picked up her carrying pole, evidently unable to regard him as a stranger any longer because of what had just happened.

"I’ll go boil some water." Watching his gloomy expression, Lin Zhaodi felt a tremor of fear and spoke softly before carrying the water bucket to the back where there was another ventilation opening in the bridge cave, situated halfway up the mountain—a steep and naturally dangerous area.

The previous occupant had nailed wooden planks over most of the cave opening, leaving just a small vent and isolated a small stove with a stone slab. It was possible to boil water and cook when it was cold.

Despite being dirty and disorganized, it was still possible to cook.

Lin Zhaodi dared not complain about the poor conditions, boiled the water first, and then poured the other bucket into a broken water jar next to the stove mouth, serving as the ’home’s’ only water storage.

The two didn’t dare to go out recklessly for fear of being apprehended. The little money they had was even more precious and conserved for emergencies.

Their food rations were leftovers from behind the scenes at some workplaces, which had not spoiled due to the cold weather and were secretly sold by the back-office director.

Of course, it was very cheap; around one catty of leftovers for just three fen, which was incredibly cheap.

Moreover, not every bridge cave dweller could afford such food; it required both physical strength and money.

Although Yang Xindong did not dare to openly look for a job, he was clever and utilized his physical strength to help people move things, haul coal, and so on, earning a few dimes a day.

These were purely physical jobs; nobody asked for any identification, they just required hard work.

Thus, like an ordinary married couple, with one managing household affairs and the other handling outside work, they collaborated and dwelled under the bridge cave, and time swiftly passed.

What followed next was an unexpected early population census!

It was unclear whether it was because Rong District was arresting someone, but it caused the whole town to be on alert. Having achieved no results, they actually conducted a population census throughout the entire county town.

The permanent population in the bridge cave, in fact, fluctuated among just a few families. With three bad men gone, and the Yang Family couple added, after two months, the dwelling population in the bridge cave was accepted.

Yang Xindong was very sociable, sharing any benefits with others, coming and going, who would dig into whether or not they had always lived there?

People just saw Yang Xindong getting along well with neighbors, and those who originally intended to invade his territory, thinking to take advantage since he was alone, could only wait and see.

Unexpectedly, while they were observing, the population census came!

This was a huge unexpected development.

Hearing this good news, all the transitory residents lingering in the bridge cave now calmed down, all they wanted was a proper identification.