After rigorous screening, a group of exceptional survivors were selected to become new members of Xiao Yi's base. On the day the selected names were announced, the base was filled with a mixture of tension and anticipation. Crowds gathered in the square, their eyes fixed on the bulletin board displaying the names. When the names were finally posted, the crowd erupted in cheers and exclamations. Those names represented hope and new life, each carrying the weight of countless efforts and expectations. Some of the selected survivors, tears welling in their eyes, hugged each other tightly, celebrating their hard-earned victory; others beamed with joy, as if they had seen the dawn of a better future. These survivors came from diverse backgrounds, yet they all shared a resolute gaze and an indomitable spirit. There were strong women who had once struggled alone in the ruins, middle-aged men who, with wisdom and courage, led their companions out of dire straits, and young students full of energy and creativity. As they entered the base, carrying their belongings and their few remaining treasures, they were overwhelmed with emotion. This would be their new starting point, their new home. Veteran members of the base warmly welcomed them and helped them settle in. The new members looked around curiously, their eyes reflecting a mixture of uneasiness about the unfamiliar environment and a surge of anticipation for the future. Over the following days, they quickly integrated into base life. They actively participated in various tasks and training, contributing their expertise to the base's development. Their past experiences made them cherish the opportunities they now had and strengthened their resolve to work hand in hand with their colleagues at the base, striving for the base's long-term stability and prosperity.
Their arrival injected new vitality and hope into the base, proving the necessity and effectiveness of rigorous screening. The new members brought a diverse range of skills and experience, instantly enriching life at the base. The young woman, skilled in craftsmanship, quickly organized a crafting group, creating practical and beautiful items from discarded materials, adding a warm and inviting atmosphere to the base. The middle-aged man, formerly an engineer, dedicated himself to improving the base's facilities, optimizing the energy supply system and significantly improving its operational efficiency. The energetic students took the initiative to promote education and culture, offering courses and lectures to enrich the minds of everyone in the challenging environment. They organized cultural activities, filling the base with singing and laughter, dispelling the usual dullness. The people at the base were also inspired by the enthusiasm of the new members, working with even greater energy. Once tired faces gradually gave way to smiles, as everyone encouraged and supported each other, working together for a brighter future for the base. Meanwhile, the new members' dedication helped to overcome some of the base's challenges. The food storage problem that had been bothering everyone before has been effectively improved with the innovative solution proposed by the new members, which has extended the shelf life of the food. The internal conflicts that used to occur from time to time have become less and less due to the active communication and coordination of the new members, and the relationship between everyone has become more harmonious. All these changes have made everyone deeply realize that strict screening is not a ruthless harassment, but to ensure that the base can welcome members who are truly capable, responsible, and can bring positive influence. Xiao Yi looked at the new atmosphere in the base, his heart filled with relief and pride. He knew that the decision to insist on strict screening was the right one. It is precisely because of this strictness that these valuable talents have been welcomed to the base, which has injected a strong impetus into the development of the base and enabled the base to move forward with hope in a difficult environment.
At Xiao Yi's base, the people were immersed in the fervor of construction, oblivious to the impending cold crisis. Busy figures could be seen in every corner of the base. Sparks flew in the blacksmith's shop as blacksmiths wielded hammers, forging various tools and weapons. Sweat drenched their clothes, but their eyes were filled with focus and passion. In the fields, people bent over, toiling diligently, sowing the seeds of hope and anticipating a bountiful harvest. On the construction site, cranes roared as workers worked together to erect new houses. Their shouts and the clatter of tools blended into a passionate song of construction. Children studied diligently in school, their bright eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge. Teachers patiently taught, their voices gentle but firm. Women busied themselves in the workshops, weaving and sewing, creating warm clothing for everyone. Xiao Yi moved among the crowds, a gratified smile on his face. He watched the base grow day by day, a sense of accomplishment filling his heart. Everyone is working hard for the future of the base. This atmosphere of unity and striving gives him the conviction that they can create a better life. However, behind this prosperous scene, danger is quietly approaching. In the far north, a powerful cold front is gathering, forming a rare cryogenic storm. But the people at the base are unaware of this, still immersed in the joy of construction, unaware of the impending threat. The sky is still blue, the sun is still warm, and the people's laughter is still hearty. However, no one notices that a hint of chill has been mixed with the breeze, which is the prelude to the cryogenic crisis. And by the time they finally discover it, it may be too late to fully prepare.
However, subtle changes began to creep in. The crops, once growing normally, were now slowing down. Across the lush green fields, the crops, once vibrant and full of life, seemed to have been put into slow motion. The seedlings, once growing ever more vibrant day by day, now only sprouted a few new leaves after several days. The farmers who tended the fields were the first to notice this change. They worked from sunrise to sunset, knowing their crops like their own children. According to season and experience, the crops should have been growing vigorously at this time of year, but now, their growth had noticeably weakened. They squatted by the ridges, observing carefully. The tender green leaves, no longer as upright and unfurled as before, were now somewhat wilted, losing their former luster. The once sturdy stems now seemed thinner, as if malnourished. The experienced farmers gently stroked the leaves, their brow furrowed in worry. "This isn't right. It shouldn't be like this," he muttered to himself. The young farmers grew anxious, looking around, trying to find the cause. Was it a lack of water? Or was it something wrong with the soil? They'd been watering the fields generously, and the soil was as fertile as ever. Everyone looked at each other, a sense of foreboding. But unwilling to assume the worst, they simply tended their crops more carefully, hoping for improvement. However, as time passed, the slow growth of the crops not only failed to improve, but actually worsened.
"Why are the nights so cold these past few days?" a farmhand muttered, though few paid much attention. The worker, weary from a day's work, was returning home. The gentle night breeze blew past, and he couldn't help but wince, mumbling a few words.
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