Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Chapter 151 Filled with Petite Bourgeoisie Sentiment

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Zhang Shanni, as the legitimate wife of Xie Jingchen, had now officially acquired their matrimonial house. Consequently, the dormitory where he had previously resided needed to be vacated for the newly-promoted Rong Wei to move in.

Therefore, Zhang Shanni was indeed very busy.

She busied herself ordering custom furniture and household items that aren’t openly sold in the market and also helped move her husband’s possessions from his dormitory. Fortunately, the military was very humane, always sending junior soldiers to volunteer for the work.

Zhang Shanni felt very embarrassed about this; she really wanted to say that she could do it herself, but thinking about her current image in front of the junior soldiers, she decided not to shatter their little hearts.

Zhang Shanni’s image was indeed too fragile-looking now. Due to the snowy weather, she had to dig out the moisturizing products from her Space and had been using them for half a month, making her face even fairer.

Zhang Shanni thought that since no one here knew her, being pale was just fine.

However, relaxing her guard just a little bit had brought her quite a bit of trouble.

When the junior soldiers saw Zhang Shanni, the new Mrs. Rong, who looked really ’frail,’ they would shout for her to stop whenever she tried to lift a finger. Left with no choice, she could only talk without lifting a hand.

Seeing her take care of her health privately, getting better day by day, her body filling out, especially her lower abdomen, which started to show a slight bulge. It was only because of the thick winter clothing that it hadn’t been clearly noticed yet.

But the experienced Mrs. Rong, when greeting her, her eyes would occasionally sweep over Zhang Shanni’s abdomen, making her aware that her pregnancy couldn’t be hidden for much longer anyway.

Anyway, she wasn’t Xiao San; if people found out, so be it. She wasn’t deliberately hiding it; after all, she couldn’t go around telling everyone, "Hey, comrade, be careful, I am pregnant~"

She wasn’t that silly, okay.

Zhang Shanni didn’t really care how the other Mrs. Rongs who lived with her viewed her; she was busy like a constantly spinning top, going wherever she was needed.

Furthermore, her own husband was not in the military, his life or death unknown, so she had no leisure to care about others’ gossip.

She had to adjust her own pregnant moodiness with busyness, not caring about what they said.

Zhang Shanni was not a helpless little woman; when no outsiders were present, her ability to manage things reached a peak. After more than ten days of intensive work, the new house had already been mostly set up by her.

The newly ordered wardrobes, dressing cabinets, wall cabinets, shoe cabinets, dining cabinets, and so on, had all been moved in.

And the new bed she’d ordered, with a big splash of money, was also about to be completed and delivered.

At the same time, the mattress was in place; she swung by and pulled a lot of fabric back home, also buying daily necessities on the way. If she wanted, she could just move in directly.

However, Zhang Shanni still took into account her body’s special condition and did not move out of the guesthouse to live in the new home. Instead, she gathered many wildflowers and grasses from the outdoors and brought them into the new home.

Zhang Shanni knew no news might mean that the situation wasn’t too bad. As the weather grew colder, and with her growing belly, it wasn’t appropriate to stay in the guest house anymore since the staff needed to go back for the New Year as well.

On her last trip to town, she bought a lot of meat and, accompanied by the Rong Soldier, went to the post office to pick up items sent from her hometown, including her sewing machine, the clothes and quilts she made when she got married, as well as the grains her mother-in-law specifically sent her.

In a blink of an eye, the major cold snap had passed and the Eve of Chinese New Year was upon them. Zhang Shanni even managed to decorate her little home warmly and with taste, full of a petty-bourgeois sentiment.

Right at the entrance was a shoe cabinet about a meter high, inside were Xie Jingchen’s slippers from his previous dormitory, new his-and-hers slippers she bought, and new cloth shoes she made for him to pass the time.

She even amusingly sorted through a variety of outdated cloth shoes, picking out some ordinary ones in colors like blue, white, and black leather shoes.

In the apocalypse, Zhang Shanni considered these shoes as non-renewable resources, always storing them in her Space whenever she found them, since her Space was indeed large. She even divided it into a framework, and from a birds-eye view, the ground was full of containers.

These cloth shoes weren’t special in the future, but now, they were extremely sturdy and durable. The material was incomparable to the present — not only was it thicker, but it also lacked breathability. What was a disadvantage in the future became a selling point here.

When the weather was cold, wearing these shoes, whether at home or going out, was feasible. Of course, they were not suited for walking into snowdrifts.

They were not waterproof and not high-top, certainly not suitable for walking on snowy ground.

Fortunately, at this time, there were still leather high-top shoes available, especially for the rich city folk who regarded wearing leather shoes as a mark of status.

Zhang Shanni observed the clothing and goods of the people around her, moderately increasing her personal belongings. She prioritized comfort without seeking to stand out in quality.