“I plan to make a list for those new refugees, so they know how many work points correspond to what items.” Song Nianchu looked at the notebook in her hand, her brow slightly furrowed.

The table seemed simple enough, but the specifics were quite challenging.

After all, you had to calculate every piece of data precisely. Set it too high, and the refugees would think you were toying with them, losing all motivation.

Set it too low, and it would place too great a burden on the village.

“Let me see.” Mu Shi’an stepped forward.

“Here, look.” Song Nianchu moved aside, feeling a headache coming on.

“This table is actually quite simple. You just need to take a standard value and convert it based on the specific item’s circumstances.” Mu Shi’an said after a glance.

“Then you do it for me.” Hearing this, Song Nianchu fixed her bright, eager eyes on him.

“I can, but what’s my reward for helping you?” Mu Shi’an lowered his gaze to look at Song Nianchu before him.

Song Nianchu stood up and planted a firm kiss on Mu Shi’an’s lips.

“Is this reward enough?”

“Enough.” Mu Shi’an let out a soft laugh.

“Then ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‍it’s all yours. I’m going to bed first; I’m utterly exhausted from today.” Song Nianchu shoved the pen into Mu Shi’an’s hand and nimbly climbed onto the bed.

Lying on the soft, large bed, Song Nianchu immediately let out a satisfied sigh.

Calculations and such really were headache-inducing; sleeping was definitely the most comfortable.

Watching Song Nianchu like this, the smile on Mu Shi’an’s lips spread to his eyes. Willingly, he sat down on the chair and began converting the table for her.

Song Nianchu turned over, lying on her side to observe Mu Shi’an. From her angle, she had a perfect view of his flawless profile.

The warm, yellow lamplight outlined his features, making them even more defined. Such breathtaking beauty was a comfort to behold, washing away all the weariness of the day.

Originally, Song Nianchu had thought of doing some lovemaking after Mu Shi’an finished the table for her, but as she watched, her eyelids grew heavy and drooped without her realizing, and she didn’t even know when she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, when Song Nianchu woke up, Mu Shi’an was no longer by the bedside.

Song Nianchu gathered herself for a moment, threw off the covers, and got out of bed, noticing a fully calculated table placed on the desk.

She hurried over and examined it carefully, finding every item calculated perfectly.

Delighted, Song Nianchu went out, just as Mu Shi’an was entering the room carrying breakfast.

“Mu Shi’an, you really finished all the calculations!” Song Nianchu waved the paper in her hand.

“Mhm. After receiving your reward, I had to work diligently.” A hint of a smile played on Mu Shi’an’s lips.

“Mu Shi’an, I think you’ve learned to be a bit naughty.” Song Nianchu narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing him.

The Mu Shi’an from the very beginning was rigid and proper, like a real stickler, but now he actually knew how to joke with her.

And the joke carried a somewhat teasing tone.

“Is that so? That’s probably the result of bad influence.” Mu Shi’an nodded thoughtfully.

“Mu Shi’an, are you implying I’m the bad influence?” Song Nianchu pinched the soft flesh at Mu Shi’an’s waist.

“No, I’m praising you.” Mu Shi’an dodged slightly.

Hmph.

Song Nianchu glared at him.

“Alright, go wash up quickly and come eat breakfast.” Mu Shi’an’s voice softened a little.

“Okay.” Song Nianchu carefully placed the paper in her pocket and turned to go wash up.

After breakfast, Song Nianchu first went to the village office. She picked up a piece of yellow clay from the ground and copied the table Mu Shi’an had calculated for her last night onto the office wall.

The table on the paper was a bit too small; it wouldn’t be clear if posted on the wall. Redrawing a larger one would make it clearer and more understandable.

Just as Song Nianchu finished drawing the table and was checking for any mistakes, a gentle voice came from behind her.

“Chu.”

Song Nianchu turned around and saw Meng Yingying.

“Why are you here so early? I was thinking of going to the educated youth dorm to find you.” A smile appeared on Song Nianchu’s face.

Meng Yingying glanced at the table in front of Song Nianchu, her eyes accurately catching the three characters “Zhou Ziqiang.” Her expression suddenly changed.

“Don’t worry, I already put them in their place yesterday. They should probably behave for a while now.” Noticing the shift in Meng Yingying’s mood, Song Nianchu gently reassured her.

“They are vicious and ruthless. You publicly humiliated them yesterday; I’m afraid they might seek revenge.” Meng Yingying’s eyes were full of worry.

“Don’t worry. With my strength, if they try to get back at me, it’s hard to say who’ll end up worse off.” Song Nianchu smiled.

However, Meng Yingying’s frown never eased. Having personally experienced the events of her past life, she simply couldn’t be as carefree as Song Nianchu.

“Chu, you must, must be careful.” Meng Yingying urged.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” Song Nianchu nodded.

As they were talking, others began approaching them, so Meng Yingying quickly composed herself.

Seeing Wu Gang, Song Nianchu asked him to call the refugees to gather here.

About ten minutes later, everyone had assembled, including Zhou Ziqiang and his four companions, who arrived supporting each other.

Standing in the corner, Meng Yingying trembled at the sight of them and quietly moved further aside.

She could still vividly remember their blood-soaked, viciously grinning faces.

“Everyone, take a look at the table on the wall. We’ll tally the total family work points daily, by household. Whenever you fill this table, we’ll help you build your house.” Song Nianchu explained the wall chart to the crowd.

“As soon as we fill the table, we can build right away?” Everyone’s eyes lit up eagerly.

“Yes, whenever it’s filled, we build then.” Song Nianchu confirmed.

“So what can we do now?” someone quickly asked.

After drinking that pot of mixed stew last night, everyone’s strength had recovered a bit today; they weren’t taking one step and panting three times anymore.

“I’ve already arranged your tasks. When your name is called, line up to the side automatically.” Song Nianchu took out her prepared notebook.

For these hundred people, Song Nianchu had divided them into three groups based on their age and skills.

The first group was young men, who would go up the mountain with the villagers to cut bamboo.

The second group was older men and women, who would go to the square to weave fishing nets and make fishing gear.

The third group was slightly younger and skilled at cooking, who would go help at the cannery workshop.

As for children and elderly without full labor capacity, they could follow their own wishes and go to the square to weave fishing nets, earning work points based on finished products.

Most people had no objections to Song Nianchu’s arrangements. Only Zhou Ziqiang raised his hand.

“I’m injured. You want me to go up the mountain to cut bamboo? How am I supposed to carry it?”

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