At the edge of the camp, a lively scene unfolded.

The tree trunk was roughly chopped with a stone axe, buried in a deep pit, and secured with pebbles collected from the riverbank. A sturdy beam was placed on the pillar and tightly bound with wet, resilient vines.

"Here! Tie it tighter!" Zhao Si wiped his sweat and directed the two men to reinforce the wooden frame of the pigsty. "Pigs are strong! If the pen isn't sturdy, it'll collapse overnight!"

On the other side, Chen Yan led his men in skillfully splitting bamboo into strips. The slender strips flew between their rough fingers, crisscrossing and layering, gradually forming a dense and sturdy bamboo wall. The bamboo strips clashed together, producing a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

"Make it denser! Make it denser!" someone squatted down beside him, pointing.

The women used sharpened stone slabs to harvest large quantities of supple thatch, bundled it into thick bundles, and piled them aside for later use.

With many skilled people and their previous experience in building houses, it only took three days!

Near the water source and in a place with higher terrain, three neat enclosures began to take shape!

The outermost section was the pigsty. It had wooden pillars and mud walls, with the lower part made of stones and yellow mud, reaching about half a person's height, and the upper part was a wall woven from thin bamboo strips. The top was thickly covered with thatch, providing shelter from the wind and rain, and was exceptionally sturdy. Inside, several small areas were further divided by low bamboo fences.

Inside was the chicken coop. It was entirely woven from fine bamboo strips, like a huge bamboo cage, with the top and sides completely sealed off, except for some small ventilation holes and movable doors on the sunny side and bottom. Inside, there were several layers of simple bamboo frames.

At the far end is a simple sheep pen. It also has wooden pillars as the frame and bamboo strips woven into the walls, but the gaps in the walls are slightly larger to allow for more ventilation, making the pen more spacious.

"It's done!" Zhao Si slammed his hand heavily on the last reinforced wooden pillar, which made a dull echo.

"Quick! Invite the little darlings in!" someone called out cheerfully.

The crowd proceeded cautiously.

Fifty chirping, fluffy chicks were gently lifted out of the box and placed in the newly built chicken coop. The chicks, suddenly in a new environment, huddled together in a flustered state, chirping incessantly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! It's a new home! It's great!" Zhao Si's wife quickly sprinkled some mixed, finely chopped feed inside.

The piglets, sow, and boar were herded into the pigpen. The piglets curiously sniffed their new surroundings, rooting around in the mud with their pink noses. The robust boar, on the other hand, seemed more composed, grunting twice before finding a corner to lie down.

The ten lively white goat lambs were driven into the sheepfold and immediately started bleating and running around happily.

Seeing these lively little creatures finally settled into their safe "home," everyone wore satisfied smiles. Feeding these little guys and watching them grow day by day became a heavy burden of hope and a real source of anticipation in camp life.

With the enclosures completed, the rhythm of the camp seemed to become clearer and more fulfilling.

At dawn, the camp awoke with the first tentative "cock-a-doodle-doo" from the henhouse.

The woman in charge of feeding the chickens carried the mixed feed to the coop. She opened the small door of the coop, scattered a handful of grain crumbs mixed with fine sand, and watched as the fluffy chicks chirped and rushed over to grab the food.

Inside the pigpen, the piglets, hearing footsteps, immediately swarmed to the feeding trough, grunting and wagging their little tails excitedly. Warm porridge, mixed with vegetable leaves and a small amount of bran, was poured into the trough, and a series of gurgling swallowing sounds immediately filled the air.

It was relatively quieter over there in the sheepfold, where the lambs were munching on vegetable leaves with their heads down.

After feeding the livestock, it was time to tend to the crops in the greenhouse. The potato tubers had already sprouted and vines had grown, with lush green tendrils climbing all over the trellises. The radish greens were also growing vigorously. The newly planted vegetable seeds were beginning to sprout again.

Water from the deep well flows continuously into the camp through simple pipes, making it incredibly convenient for washing vegetables, cooking, drinking, and irrigating.

The harvested wheat and rice fields were plowed again and new seeds were sown.

The sun was still scorching, turning the dust on the official road white, and the distant wasteland steamed with distorted heat waves.

However, in this riverside campsite, it was as if an invisible barrier separated the scorching heat and despair.

The lush green greenhouses provide fresh vegetables.

The water source is abundant, and the well water is sweet and cool.

The pens were filled with the sounds of chickens crowing, pigs grunting, and sheep bleating, brimming with vibrant life.

People's faces were no longer pale, but rosy with health. They had more energy, and their laughter was hearty.

As evening fell and work was finished, everyone gathered around the new kitchen, eating steaming hot meals and chatting about which piglet was growing the fastest and which hen might be laying eggs soon. The children peeked in from outside the pen, only to be shooed away by the adults with smiles.

After feeding the chickens, Shuanzhu looked at the chicks in the coop whose feathers were gradually becoming shinier, and couldn't help but grin at Chen Yan, who was weaving bamboo baskets next to him: "Brother Chen, did you see that? That one is the most energetic! It's sure to be a prolific egg-layer!"

Chen Yan nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Little Peach, carrying some grass and stones, peered through the gaps in the bamboo fence of the sheepfold, watching the little white lambs swishing their tails and munching on grass, and giggled.

Everything here is completely out of place with the cruel world outside, a land of desolation and starvation. It's like a forgotten paradise, or a sanctuary blessed by the gods.

The work was still arduous, but there was sweetness and hope amidst the hardship. Everyone carefully guarded this hard-won peace and vitality, almost forgetting the hunger, fear, and bloodshed they had once experienced.

The days flowed peacefully amidst the crowing of roosters, the grunting of pigs, and the sounds of labor, and more than two months passed in the blink of an eye.

It was a hot afternoon.

The people in the camp were either tending to the livestock in the pens, weeding in the greenhouse, or preparing dinner in the kitchen.

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