At night, after they each took a room to sleep, I quietly went to the yard to get the beef jerky I had hidden.

I took a bite—delicious!

My husband called again, asking if I had properly taken care of his family and saying he'd come back as soon as the flood receded to help out.

I chuckled while chewing on the beef jerky.

Of course, he'd have to come back. After all, he must die with his wicked family.

How else would he get hit by the falling rocks if he didn't come back?

Heh!

I looked at the calendar—June 8th. There are 6 days left until the landslide.

In these 6 days, no matter what, I have to keep them calm and pacified.

Nina threw a pile of dirty clothes at me.

"Hurry up and wash these clothes for me. In this damn weather, nothing dries."

She rummaged through all my clothes and picked out the pretty and expensive ones to take into her room.

"Wearing these clothes would be a waste on you. With your fat body, you can't pull them off."

I didn't care; I treated them as burial clothes for her.

I overheard them talking in their room.

My mother-in-law asked.

"Your house was washed away by the flood. How much will it cost to rebuild? It's such a misfortune."

Nina snorted.

"Rebuild for what? Isn't it nice living here?"

My father-in-law, rarely speaking up, said.

"This house belongs to your elder brother and sister-in-law. Staying a few days is fine, but we can't stay long term."

But my mother-in-law was displeased.

"Ugh! They can't even lay an egg, yet they're holding on to such a big house. What a waste. I say we listen to Nina and just settle down here. What's there to be afraid of?"

They are indeed calculating. Why should they take the house I worked so hard to build with my money?

In my last life, I was furious and stormed in to argue with them, but they didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, they ganged up on me and beat me half to death.

Now, I was giving the house to them. After all, the house wasn't going anywhere; it might as well serve as their tomb.

That was not too bad—it wouldn't be wasted, at least.

Four days left until the landslide. The daily porridge diet was getting to Simon; he kept complaining, wanting to eat meat, KFC, and McDonald's.

Thomas, annoyed by his son's crying, began calling for help. But Nina quickly grabbed his phone and turned it off.

"Are you crazy? We're fine here, safe and with food. Why are you calling for rescue?"

Thomas explained.

"It's safe here for now, but the heavy rain will continue for several more days. I'm still worried."

Oh, wow, he was starting to get worried. I couldn't let him worry!

I quickly reassured them and, with a heavy heart, took out two packs of beef jerky to give to Simon.

His eyes lit up with excitement. I told him these were the last two packs and not to waste them.

Before I could finish, both packs were already in his stomach.

I saw Thomas and Nina swallow countless times.

"Don't worry, everyone. I have plenty of rice. As long as we don't waste it, we can last a month."

"There's no point in calling for rescue; they can't get in here anyway. And as you can see, with us being halfway up the hill, no matter how big the flood, it won't reach us here."

"Just stay put and wait until the flood recedes."

Thomas finally stopped trying to call for rescue.

But he ordered me.

"You can't sleep at night. Keep an eye on the water level from the balcony. If it rises, wake us up immediately."

I nodded obediently.

Every day, I only gave them one bowl of porridge each. They were all getting pale and thin from hunger.

To make themselves feel better, they sleep all day long.

That was perfect for me; I had plenty of time on the balcony to eat chocolate, beef jerky, biscuits, and bread.

It was heaven.

Finally, the porridge was no longer enough for them.

Thomas pushed me out of the house.

"Go to the back mountain and see if there are any vegetables we can eat. There should be some fruits left this season."

I deliberately acted scared.

"It's pouring rain and lightning. It's not safe to go up the mountain. Can I not go?"

My mother-in-law kicked me out of the door, threw me a raincoat, and quickly shut the door.

"If you don't find any food, watch how I deal with you, you useless hen. If I kill you, no one will even know."

I stifled a laugh as I walked out the door.

Walking along the mountain path, I could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Just three more days, and this mountain would be leveled to the ground.

They were right; there were plenty of fruits here. I picked a few fresh peaches—deliciously sweet.

After eating my fill, I lingered by the mountainside for a long time, noticing several large rocks that had already started to crack.

Perfect. I smiled with satisfaction.

After eating my fill, I returned home empty-handed.

They all stared intently at my empty hands. I spread them open—nothing.

Nina was about to hit me.

"You useless wretch! Can't even find a few fruits? Normally, this mountain is full of fruit trees."

Suppressing my laughter, I explained.

"Isn't it because of the heavy rain? Everything got washed away; there really wasn't a single fruit."

While they were feeling disappointed, suddenly, someone outside called out.

My heart skipped a beat—oh no, the rescue team had arrived.

Sure enough, I saw a few people in yellow uniforms standing outside the door asking.

"How many people are in the house? Would you like to come with us by boat now?"

The moment Thomas heard they could leave, he nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes, we'll go with you right away."

No! We couldn't leave! If they left, they would survive!

I remembered what Nina said in my last life and quickly repeated it to stop Thomas.

"Think carefully. If you go with them, you'll either stay in a tent, cramped together in a damp little tent."

"Or stay in a hotel, and you know how much hotels cost these days—thousands per night. You're better off staying here with me. It's comfortable, and there's enough food. Anyway, this rain will stop in two or three days."

"Then, you can buy whatever you want to eat."