Chief Rick looked at Jun Shutong in disbelief and said softly, "Miss Jun, I didn't hear what you said just now. Could you please say it again?"

Jun Shutong was at a loss for words. The old man didn't just not hear clearly, he just couldn't believe it and thought he had misheard and was hallucinating.

"I mean, I want to send the Kunda people into the space to avoid the cold, and provide them with food and shelter. The prerequisite is that they need to work every day in exchange for food."

"Really?"

Jun Shutong smiled and said softly, "Of course it's true. When have I ever told a lie?"

"The elders can gather the tribesmen tomorrow to discuss matters with them. Just bring your belongings. Once these three days are over, on the second day of the first lunar month, I will take you into the space."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Seeing that the old man was about to faint from excitement, Jun Shutong quickly said goodbye and left the rest of the matters to the guards.

The wind and snow were howling outside, the snowflakes were so dense that people couldn't open their eyes, and many thatched houses were crumbling. Even so, laughter could still be heard from inside the house.

Before she was seven years old, Jun Shutong loved snow. Every winter, her two brothers would accompany her to play in the snow. In order to enjoy the first snowfall, her brothers would even let her walk to the academy.

But today, after seeing the situation of the Kunda people, she suddenly didn't like snow very much.

This extreme survival scene made her sad and reluctant, but the most she could do now was to let the people of the Kunda tribe enter the space to avoid the cold and provide them with jobs as much as possible.

Jun Shutong made a rough estimate that if the entire Kunda tribe stayed in the space for half a year, there would be very little food left, which would mean that all her hard work this year would be in vain.

The only things still visible were the thousand houses and the freshly dug coal.

The wind and snow were so strong that it was turning into a blizzard. The biting cold wind felt like my stepmother's hand slapping my face, and it hurt.