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As time passed, we increasingly felt the reality of the crisis. My aunt's family joined us in our efforts. Encouraged by her, our living room transformed into a beauty salon. Various instruments filled the space, and bottles of all sizes cluttered the table; even more exaggerated, she set up a small spa!
“Aunt, are you planning to turn our home into a beauty salon?” I said helplessly as I looked at the array of equipment in the living room.
“Oh come on, with so many supplies available now, it would be a waste to just leave them there,” my aunt replied with a cheerful smile.
“But our storage space is limited,” I said with a wry smile.
“It's fine, I have plenty of face masks; they can last a long time,” she said dismissively.
I sighed and decided to ignore her, turning to do other things. However, what I didn't expect was that my aunt would propose something outrageous.
“How about I trade my face masks for food and water?” she said seriously during our family meeting.
“Pfft—” Upon hearing this, we couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“What… what did you say?” I asked, struggling to contain my amusement.
“I said I would trade my stock of face masks for food and water,” my aunt repeated.
“Hahaha…” We finally lost it and erupted into laughter.
My aunt looked confused by our reaction and muttered, “What's so funny? My face masks are all brand-name and very expensive.”
“Hahaha…” Our laughter only grew louder.
Despite the laughter, my aunt's beauty venture did not stop. She experimented with various homemade beauty recipes in her room, sometimes even using our food supplies to make face masks, which left us both curious and worried.
Until one day, she nearly burned the house down.
“Fire! Fire!” While we were chatting in the living room, we suddenly heard panicked shouts coming from my aunt's room.
We rushed over to see that she had accidentally dripped wax onto an electrical wire while trying out a new hot wax beauty method, nearly causing a fire.
Seeing the flames raging, we were all drenched in cold sweat.
"Aunt, what are you doing?" I quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the flames, feeling a lingering fear.
"I... I just wanted to do a little beauty treatment," my aunt said, looking aggrieved.
"You can't joke about your life just for beauty!" I said angrily.
"I... I know I was wrong..." my aunt lowered her head.
After this incident, we unanimously decided to reorganize my aunt's beauty salon.
At my suggestion, my aunt agreed to transform the beauty salon into a family entertainment center, which would include games and movie screenings.
Looking at the refreshed living room, waves of joy surged in our hearts.
"From now on, we can enjoy our entertainment time here!" my brother cheered.
"Yes, this is what home feels like," I said with a smile.
My aunt also realized the impact of her actions on the family and began to actively participate in our resource gathering and survival preparations.
She no longer indulged in beauty treatments as before but became a true family member, working with us for survival.
Before the apocalypse arrived, my brother and I decided to find ways to improve the efficiency of transporting supplies.
"We can use small remote-controlled toy cars to transport small items; that way we won't have to go out every time," I suggested.
"Good idea!" my brother nodded in agreement.
So we started rummaging through the house and found several remote-controlled toy cars. After a simple modification and charging the batteries, we began to put them to use.
"Beep beep!" With a few honks, the toy cars loaded with supplies zipped back and forth around the community.
The neighborhood kids thought we were playing some game and rushed over to watch.
"Brother, what are you playing?" a little girl asked curiously.
"We're using toy cars to transport supplies," my brother explained with a smile.
"Wow, that's great! We want to play too!" the children exclaimed excitedly.
"Sure, you can help us transport supplies!" I said with a smile.
The kids eagerly operated the toy cars, delivering supplies to designated spots.
However, we soon discovered a problem.
Due to the children's involvement, some supplies were sent to the wrong places, causing a bit of confusion.
"Brother, I delivered the flour to Uncle Zhao's house," a little boy ran back to tell us, holding an empty bag.
"Brother, I delivered the candles to Aunt Li's house," a little girl also returned with an empty box.
After several days of discussion and design, we finally established a more effective supply delivery plan. However, when we promoted this plan in the community, we encountered quite a few doubts.
"This plan sounds good, but how effective will it be in practice?" a resident raised a question.
"We have already tested it at home, and the results were great," I explained.
"Then why not test it directly in the community?" another resident asked.
My brother and I exchanged glances and realized that we had indeed overlooked this point.
So we decided to hold a toy car delivery competition and invited the children from the community to participate.
Once the competition began, the children controlled their toy cars as they raced fiercely on the track, creating a lively atmosphere. We also gathered many valuable suggestions.
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