There was something like a moisture-proof mat underneath, not just one.
Moreover, it was too soft and floppy to offer any support.
They had to gather them up one by one—there were so many, she didn't want to waste.
Jhiang Xingzhi was very happy, with plentiful supplies, their future life was secured.
Especially those that could be eaten right away, they were simply fantastic.
By the time they had put away these items, Jhiang Yuan was already sweating at the temples.
There was one last suite, the one furthest inside.
"Daughter, what's wrong?"
"Dad, there are weapons inside here, should we take them?"
"Weapons?"
Jhiang Xingzhi hadn't expected that there were such things here.
"Yes, Song Yi opened one box, it was guns..."
"Then let's take them, put this stuff in the farthest corner of the wall, a bit farther from our house.
We never know what dangers might come later; having these gives us an additional layer of security."