Ten days had passed when the second edition was published.
It has been raining heavily for the past 10 days, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, but it has never stopped.
The shelter is always dark no matter day or night. After all, there is no lighting system, so it can only simulate the outside light in real time. As long as it is not bright outside, the shelter will also be dark.
In the first few days, there were constant sounds of explosions coming from Hongmei Mountain, but there was no sound in the following days.
Early in the morning of Day 11, the shelter began to get a little brighter than usual.
Qiao Xuejun looked at the thermometer.
12℃.
Because there is always a stove burning in the room, the temperature in this space can actually reach a comfortable 20℃ during the day.
They reinstalled the wooden partitions that had previously been used to separate the living room, making the living room smaller and the temperature easily rising.
During the day, when they had nothing to do, they would gather around the stove, warm themselves by the fire and work at the same time. Kuang Qianli and the carpenter made a distiller.
Qiao Xuejun sliced the potatoes and placed them on the iron stove to dry, allowing them to dehydrate and become crispy, thus extending their shelf life.
Wang Juanfeng makes cotton masks.
The highest temperature during the day can reach 22℃.
Kuang Qianli came out of the bedroom, ran to the stove, and watched Qiao Xuejun light the stove.
"Good morning." Kuang Qianli squatted beside the stove, hugged his arms and rubbed them, "Can I do it?"
Qiao Xuejun glanced at him and said, "You come? Don't burn down the shelter."
One day before, Kuang Qianli helped Wang Juanfeng to light the fire. Wang Juanfeng trusted him very much. But when he was burning the firewood, he said that the order was wrong, so he took the burning firewood out of the furnace and wanted to pile it again.
As a result, the firewood he took out almost ignited the entire pile of firewood next to it.
Kuang Qianli felt embarrassed and remembered the stupid things he had done.
"It's too cold." Kuang Qianli looked at the thermometer above.
In order to save fuel, they would turn off the fire when they returned to their rooms at night and light it again the next day. One night was enough to reduce the temperature from 22℃ to 12℃.
The warm orange light from the fire gradually shone through, bringing with it heat.
Kuang Qianli was still rubbing his arms, leaning very close to the stove: "How cold is it outside?"
After lighting the fire, Qiao Xuejun closed the furnace damper and stood up: "It seems that the rain outside has stopped. I will go out and take a look."
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