After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Chapter 1869 In her past life, someone raided the teachers' dormitory at night, and this is how

The wardrobe was cleaned and tidied. Fu Qin's clothes were placed in the left wardrobe. She opened the broken wardrobe door and said to Zhang Ran, "Put your clothes in the right wardrobe."

"This place is too damp; it's better to put the clothes in the suitcase than take them out," Zhang Ran refused outright.

Fu Qin thought Zhang Ran's words made sense, so she packed all the clothes back into her suitcase.

The wardrobe was empty, so Zhang Ran used it as a cabinet to store pots, pans, and rapeseed oil. Rice and flour remained in the suitcase to prevent them from getting damp and infested with insects.

I was thinking of asking the village chief if they sold rice containers or similar items in the village, so I could buy one to store rice.

There was no running water, and naturally, no electricity either, so the light in the dormitory grew dimmer and dimmer.

Zhang Ran took out a flashlight from her suitcase to provide illumination.

Fu Qin was surprised to see this. "You actually brought a flashlight? You're so thoughtful." Then she looked down on herself: "I only know to bring clothes and daily necessities." She brought things like shampoo, laundry detergent, soap, and toothpaste, which almost filled her entire suitcase. After all, she was going to teach in the countryside for half a year, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to buy them.

“It’s good that you brought your own supplies; I didn’t.” Zhang Ran said as she took out scissors, a saw, a hammer, and so on.

Fu Qin: !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!

Swallowing hard, he stared at Zhang Ran with a strange look and asked a soul-searching question: "...Is your suitcase full of this stuff?" Who in their right mind would carry this?

Zhang Ran picked up the scissors: "With scissors, you won't have to tear rags by hand anymore." She picked up the saw and hammer: "Many desks and chairs in the classroom are broken. We'll use these tools to repair them tomorrow and see if we can fix them." After putting them down, she picked up the axe: "There's no gas stove here, so we'll definitely need to chop firewood to cook." She swung the axe a couple of times: "I don't know how to chop firewood. I'll need to practice more."

Seeing Zhang Ran speak so eloquently, explaining how each point could be very useful in daily life, Fu Qin's initial strange fear vanished instantly. She nodded repeatedly in praise, "You even thought of these things! How come I didn't think of them?"

Aside from the scissors, which she put in the drawer of the wardrobe, Zhang Ran stuffed all the other tools into the gap at the bottom of the wardrobe.

Without electricity, there was no hot water, so the two of them washed up with cold water, closed the doors and windows, and crawled into bed.

Although the doors and windows were closed, the cold wind still kept blowing into the house.

There was a large gap in the door, and a piece of the window glass was broken, so the cold wind was getting in through these places.

The new quilt was warm enough, but the wooden bed was too thin underneath, and the cold air seeped into my bones through the gaps in the door. My face, exposed outside the quilt, was also chilled by the cold wind.

Fu Qin couldn't help but lean closer to Zhang Ran.

The two bodies pressed tightly together, and Fu Qin finally felt a little warmer.

Zhang Ran was in better health than her and wasn't as afraid of the cold. She glanced at the broken window and door cracks, thinking that she would repair them when she had time tomorrow, and then go to the village chief to buy a cotton quilt to put underneath, so that she would be warm when she slept at night.

The night was dark and the wind was high; all was quiet except for the howling wind and swaying branches outside the window.

A kitchen knife was inserted through the crack in the door, slowly prying open the bolt behind it, moving it little by little. The technique was clearly that of a seasoned criminal, extremely skilled.

In the darkness, Zhang Ran suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to look at the person beside her.

Fu Qin, exhausted from a long day, was breathing evenly and was clearly sleeping soundly.

So, in her past life, someone was raiding the teachers' dormitory every night, and this is how she died?