Once all the heating pipes and radiators were installed in the seven small buildings and the main building, and the underground pipe network was backfilled and covered, leaving only valve wells for maintenance, the construction of the houses entered the final decoration stage.

Lin Feng did not forget the window.

He restarted the blast furnace, and this time, he set his sights on a pristine white beach near the shelter.

He mixed quartz sand, soda ash, and limestone, smelted them at high temperatures, and began to continuously produce glass.

In the days that followed, panes of glass were produced and carefully installed on each window frame.

Lin Feng also pursued perfection in the interior furniture.

He led Qin Lan and a team of skillful female workers into the forest behind the shelter in search of a special type of wood that he named "cedar".

This type of wood is hard, has a beautiful grain, and more importantly, it emits a fresh, calming natural fragrance that has a remarkable effect in repelling mosquitoes.

Beds, wardrobes, and sets of tables and chairs gradually took shape under their skillful hands and with the steel tools provided by Lin Feng.

Months later, when the last intricately carved wooden door was installed, seven brand-new two-story houses, complete with glass windows, wooden furniture, and cast-iron radiators, stood before everyone like buildings straight out of a fairy tale.

They surround the central, more magnificent, three-story main building that overlooks everything like a monarch, forming a community full of security and cohesion.

Standing on the balcony of the main building, Lin Feng announced, "From today onwards, these seven houses will be officially handed over to you."

He read out the names one by one: "Qin Lan, Su Wanqing, Tang Bao, Shen Jiaqi, Ruan Mengtian, Qian Xiaoxiao... and Li Xiangbin and Xiaomei."

silence.

After a brief silence came a volcanic eruption of ecstasy.

"Ah! I really have my own home now!"

Tang Bao was the first to lose control. She screamed, laughed, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

She rushed to her own little house, her hands trembling as she touched the smooth walls. She pushed open the fragrant wooden door, and when she saw the warm sunlight streaming through the bright glass windows onto the floor, and when she touched the warm radiator by the wall, she could no longer hold back and squatted down, bursting into tears.

That wasn't a cry of sorrow; it was the ultimate happiness and emotion.

From the day she arrived on this alien planet, she never imagined she would have all of this.

This is not just a simple place to live; it is dignity, a dream, a haven where she can let down all her guard and fear.

Her cries seemed to be a signal, and the other women rushed to their new homes. Soon, a chorus of cries, a mixture of joy and tears, filled the air, creating a moving sea of ​​emotions.

They stroked the sturdy bed, opened the brand-new wardrobe, and looked out the window at the alien landscape that was both familiar and strange, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

They built this miracle with their own sweat and toil.

Li Xiangbin held Xiaomei's hand tightly; this seven-foot-tall man's eyes were also red with tears.

Looking at the two-story house that belonged to him and his lover, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

He turned his head and looked at the god-like man on the main building's balcony, his heart filled with endless gratitude and admiration.

In this ocean of joy, there is only one place, a cold, resentful island.

That's Zhao Delong.

He stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, looking at the seven magnificent houses, the women crying tears of joy, and Li Xiangbin and Xiaomei's hands clasped tightly together. His face was extremely grim.

Of the seven houses, six were given to the six core women, and the seventh was given to Li Xiangbin, that fool, and his ugly wife.

He doesn't have it.

They didn't even reserve one of the worst townhouses for him.

He still lived in that makeshift shed next to the sheepfold, which reeked of foul odor.

Over the past few months, he has endured unimaginable hardship.

He has mixed tons of cement, moved thousands of scorching hot cast iron pipes, and cleaned up countless piles of garbage and waste.

His hands were covered with calluses and scars, and his body had even become thinner from the daily torment.

He fantasized that since he had given so much, even if he couldn't get a detached house, he could at least get a nice room.

However, reality dealt him the cruelest blow.

He was excluded. Like a worn-out tool, he was forgotten in the dirtiest corner of this grand celebration.

He saw Lin Feng on the balcony glance in his direction.

There was no sympathy, no comfort in his eyes, only a cold, all-knowing sarcasm.

Yes, Lin Feng revealed a barely perceptible cold smile.

Zhao Delong's heart sank into an abyss.

He realized that Lin Feng had never considered him a member of this group from the very beginning. He was merely a slave who could be exploited at will, a prop used to demonstrate authority.

Boundless hatred, like the raging fires of hell, instantly devoured his last shred of reason.

Why? Why does that country bumpkin Li Xiangbin have all of this? Why have I given so much, yet received nothing?

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing dark red blood. He knew he couldn't wait any longer; if he waited any longer, he would never have a chance to turn things around.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the great joy of moving into their new home, Lin Feng dropped another bombshell.

"A perfect home cannot be without a perfect wedding."

He stood on the steps of the main building, his voice echoing throughout the square: "To celebrate the completion of our community and to bless the first couple in our group, I have decided to hold the grandest wedding for Li Xiangbin and Xiaomei in three days!"

These words caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers once again.

wedding!

In this apocalyptic world where every day is uncertain, this is almost a forgotten word that exists only in memories.

It represents the restoration of order, a commitment to the future, and the chance for the most beautiful human emotions to take root, blossom, and bear fruit anew here.

Li Xiangbin's mind went blank for a moment. He stood there, stunned, overwhelmed by a huge wave of happiness.

He turned his head and stared blankly at Xiaomei, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Big brother...this...this..." He was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

"What's this?" Lin Feng walked down the steps and patted his shoulder. "You're my brother, so your wedding should be a grand affair. I want everyone to know that following me, Lin Feng, you can not only survive, but live a better life than on Earth!"

Xiaomei was also moved to tears. She covered her mouth, looked at Lin Feng, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

"No need to thank me," Lin Feng gave her a meaningful look, "This is what you deserve."

For the next three days, the entire shelter was immersed in an unprecedented, busy, and festive atmosphere.

Preparations began for an extravagant wedding personally planned by Lin Feng.