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After You Yu and the others returned to the base, the old teacher reported everything that had happened in Zaoji Town in detail. The senior members of Light Cloud Sect did not immediately connect the incident with the Camellia Granny. Upon hearing the name Yuan Tong, which was most taboo to Floating Cloud Master, they unanimously decided to let the matter rest for now and discuss it again after the sect leader finished his closed-door training.

In truth, none of them wished to bring bad luck upon themselves by actually reporting this to Floating Cloud Master. They still vividly remembered how the master's favorite senior disciple was kicked from the inner hall all the way to the latrine, simply for uttering, "Master, I'll have someone send those things by Yuan Tong courier..."

Thus, Ye Yin unwittingly escaped another disaster.

After the base was established, Ye Yin saw that Jiang Wen was caring for the farm, with An An and Zhuo Chenglan overseeing things. She decided to move back to her house on Evergreen Street with Ye Hua, planning to find a job at the base, learn the ropes, and gradually climb higher. Along the way, she would work out how to get Ye Hua into the Ability User Training Center — after all, professional instruction would be far superior to her own fumbling guidance.

She had no intention of making a sudden splash like the heroine, but preferred to develop her influence and strength step by step, so as not to stand out too abruptly. Unless absolutely necessary, she did not wish to attract undue attention, nor did she want just anyone to walk all over her.

“Big brother, are you really going to send us to school?”

“What, you make it sound like I’m abandoning you.” Ye Yin slurped a noodle made from pumpkin and shrugged. “The owner wants to reclaim the house, and with my current abilities, I can’t provide you with another place to stay. So I have to send you in. Don’t worry, the base is now very focused on nurturing the next generation. Once you’re inside, you won’t have to worry about food or clothing, and you’ll learn useful things.”

Pumpkin and the others nodded enthusiastically.

“Same as before — I’ll see you once a week. If you get bullied, tell me and I’ll teach them a lesson. But if I find out you were the ones who started it, I won’t care for you anymore.”

Pea shook his head so hard it nearly fell off. “We would never bully anyone!”

“Good kids.”

Ye Yin had already checked out the school and was satisfied. The so-called Official School Twelve was originally an elementary school in W City, with most equipment intact and student dormitories only slightly damaged.

Tuition was free in principle, but food varied. Children with no family could only count on two simple meals a day, enough to keep them alive. Those with adults at home could bring some rations every week, making things bearable. Those who paid extra for meals were treated differently; the school provided an additional meal with finer food.

The meal fee wasn’t expensive — one hundred base coins per child per month. Ye Yin promptly paid for all five children for half a year and asked the teacher to keep an eye on them and not let them misbehave.

The teacher, seeing Ye Yin so young, handsome, and generous, was initially tempted to pursue him. But after realizing he had five children, she struggled with the idea and ultimately gave up. Raising that many kids was hard enough before the apocalypse; afterward, having five mouths to feed was practically a death sentence.

Ye Yin was unaware of the teacher’s internal struggles and simply assumed she was overly sentimental, often displaying various expressions of joy and sorrow in front of others. Comparing herself to such a delicate woman, she couldn’t help but sigh: next to her, Ye Yin really was a rough-and-tumble type.

After half a year, the sisters found themselves back at their home on Evergreen Street.

Ye Hua climbed down from the vehicle with her large backpack, gazing at their familiar home, a little dazed. “Sister, are we really back?”

“Yes, we are.” Ye Yin said farewell to Old Guo, gave him instructions about the farm, and tucked a tin of milk candies for him to give to Xiaoxiao. Old Guo was reluctant to part ways, but thinking Ye Yin was heading toward a brighter future, he returned with a heavy heart.

Ye Yin opened the door and dragged in their luggage. Pumpkin and the others had always been tidy, so the house was only a little dusty and needed just a quick cleaning.

Ye Yin was about to roll up her sleeves when she suddenly thought of something. “Hua Hua, today’s cleaning is your responsibility. Remember, you must use your abilities.”

Ye Hua scratched her head shyly, pressed her palms together, then slowly pulled them apart. Between her hands, a ping-pong-sized ball of water appeared, swirling and tumbling. As Ye Hua channeled more power, the water ball grew larger, soon reaching the size of a volleyball.

“Well done.” Ye Yin encouraged her sister, “Maintain that size and try to use the water ball to sweep up dust and small debris. Don’t worry about the big stuff for now.”

Ye Hua nodded obediently and began cleaning with earnest concentration. At first, she was clumsy and awkward, but as she figured out the knack, her speed picked up. She skillfully directed the plump water ball to roll about like a mop, leaving no wet traces behind, and the floor gleamed as if new.

When the whole first floor was spotless, Ye Hua’s face was flushed and sweaty, and the once-clear water ball was now murky, filled with swirling dirt and debris — it looked quite comical. With Ye Yin’s permission, Ye Hua dissolved the water ball over the wastewater pit, releasing all the filth inside.

“Excellent. From now on, cleaning is your job, and no slacking off.”

“Okay!”

Inspiration springs from daily life. Ye Yin did not realize that her spontaneous idea would become the best basic training for Ye Hua’s ability control, laying a solid foundation for her future as a great healer. The practical concept was deeply engraved in Ye Hua’s mind, making her instinctively use her abilities for all sorts of tasks, from watering plants to washing vegetables. Gradually, her intimacy with water soared, and she keenly felt its power and convenience, taking pride in being a water-type ability user.

After the sisters moved back, their neighbors grew curious and visited in turns, asking what kind of ability users they were and why they enjoyed such good treatment.

Evergreen Street was a prime location in B District, now inhabited solely by ability users and their families — not even the families of awakeners could get in. Most people crammed together, living tightly packed, so seeing Ye Yin and Ye Hua’s spacious home made them deeply envious.

“I’m an awakener, and my sister has water abilities, though she hasn’t been certified yet. She’s too young to join the army for now. This house was originally ours.”

“No wonder…” Among the three families living with Aunt Pan, the eldest was Granny Qian, whose husband had passed early and whose son, a second-tier fire user, was a squad leader in the military, earning them such a nice house. She was a devout Buddhist and very kind, unwilling to let her sisters’ families suffer, so she let them all move in.

In that house, she was the unspoken empress dowager, and everyone carefully flattered her, since staying in her home meant no worries about rain, snow, food theft, or violence. Fortunately, she was gentle, and everyone got along well.

“The government’s not bad nowadays,” Granny Qian said. “If it were someone else, who would care if you were the original owner? They’d repossess it in a heartbeat.”

“Not exactly.” Ye Yin was honest. “We pay rent every month. If it weren’t for a friend, we might not even be allowed to rent.”

Getting back into the house had been quite an ordeal — it was well-equipped, pricey, and others were eyeing it. In the end, Zhuo Chenglan stepped in and settled it smoothly. Thinking of this, Ye Yin nearly wept thick noodles of gratitude.

Thanks to Zhuo Chenglan, the rent was halved: fifty jin of grain per month. Ye Yin, still a bit resentful, instructed the farm to send only coarse grains, not a speck of rice or flour.

“You’d best take your sister to get her abilities certified soon,” Granny Qian’s second sister advised. “Across the street, there’s a family with a little ability user about your sister’s age — a girl. She’s some kind of three-star peak user, and the authorities value her highly! She can live wherever she likes, gets free lessons from teachers, and receives monthly subsidies. If her family could afford the rent, she’d probably move in with you.”

Ye Yin was very interested. “Such benefits?”

“Absolutely! They say those stars are super important. Our Dawei worked himself to the bone to reach second tier, but that little one can get there just by practicing, easier than eating!”

“That’s just what her family says. Who knows if it’s true.”

In hard times, no one could afford luxuries. Ye Yin followed local customs and served boiled water to the grannies, who enjoyed it without complaint, sipping from their cups with relish. Before leaving, they warmly invited the sisters to come next door for afternoon “tea.”

Maintaining good relations with these gossipy women was crucial — they were sources of valuable information. Whenever Ye Yin was in low spirits, she’d go chat with the neighborhood aunties, and in no time, she’d learn whose child had a cleft lip, whose daughter-in-law was infertile, and who was worse off than herself, instantly lifting her mood.

The Ability User Training Center was on B District’s main street, occupying a prime location but largely deserted.

Ye Yin brought Ye Hua into the hall, where a bespectacled girl lounged at the front desk idly spinning a pen. When someone entered, she perked up, but upon seeing two girls, she reverted to her lifeless demeanor.

“Hello, comrade, my sister is an ability user, and I brought her for cert—” Ye Yin wasn’t sure what to call this jack-of-all-trades at the front desk, so she cautiously used the most old-fashioned, conservative form of address, only to step right into a trap.

“Com-what-rade? Who’s a comrade? You’re a comrade, your whole family’s comrades!” The bespectacled girl looked up, recognized the sisters, and fired off a laser barrage of curses. “What’s with you, can’t you address people properly?”

Ye Yin was momentarily stunned, her tone cooling. “Sorry, then what should I call you?”

“Don’t get friendly with me. Are we close?” The bespectacled girl slapped a form onto the counter and tossed her pen aside. “Fill out the form first!”

Ye Yin resisted the urge to smack her, and patiently filled out the form.

Without even looking, the girl took it and tore it in half. “Oops, sorry, slippery fingers. Fill out another.”

Ye Yin smiled. “Is this some old illness of yours, or are you just targeting me?”

Author’s note: Third update in a row! Thank you for your support, everyone~