◎Happy 75th Day: Happy First Year◎
At that time, Jiang Muyun was less than a minute away from pulling the sled.
After Jiang Muyun finished speaking, everyone rushed to the door and watched the light and short-lived gray-blue color gradually disappear into silence, and the sky returned to a dark black.
"Is it dawn?" Qin Shiwen still found it a little unbelievable.
"Does that mean it's bright?" Zhao Jiahao questioned, but the excitement in his tone could not be concealed.
"The polar night is almost over, so is winter soon to be over?" Wu Xingyue's leaps in thinking have always been astonishing.
"Isn't it going to be another half year of scorching sun?" Wang Qingqing already started laughing: "I never thought I liked the sun so much!"
Qin Shiwu quickly stopped her: "No, no, no, two months is enough. The rest of the time you can share some of the sun with other weather conditions. It's a bit too much to expose it to the sun for half a year."
Zheng Xiang clung to the door, refusing to return, staring longingly at the sky outside. "I remember last year, when the temperature dropped, we didn't see the sun for almost a year. Back then, I thought, if I can just get through this, and see the sun again, then nothing will be able to defeat me."
Zhou Ying, who was leaning against her head, smiled and said, "The facts prove that there is, but I still have to raise my flag. I feel that after I survive this polar night, nothing can defeat me."
Jiang Muyun poured another cup of cold medicine from her enamel cup and took a sip slowly. "Come to think of it, the first drop in temperature wasn't necessarily last year."
Zheng Xiang turned around and looked at her: "Don't scare me, was there a sign before? The snowstorm two years ago?"
"I mean, it doesn't necessarily have to be last year." Jiang Muyun was speechless: "Who knows what month it is now? Maybe the New Year has already passed."
"It seems to make sense..." Zheng Xiang agreed after thinking about it.
The only thing they had to tell the date was the cell phone they later fished out of the water.
There is no network signal now, and when the mobile phones are turned on, they still display their factory time, which can only record the time from when they turned on the phone to now.
But in fact, if you ask them now to recall when they got the phone, they themselves can't tell you clearly.
"It feels like time has flown by so quickly," Zheng Xiang murmured. "When I think about it, it feels like that tsunami was a long time ago."
Zhao Jiahao sympathized: "It was quite hazy. When I opened the warehouse door, I really thought I would never forget that moment. Now I think about it, it's just that."
Li Anxuan asked him, "Is it possible that we've experienced too much bad luck later on?"
Wang Qingqing affirmed: "Of course. The unforgettable memory I have now is as profound as the ice pop I got during the cold snap. During the tsunami, I certainly didn't imagine I would live to see this day."
Qin Shiwu recalled his feelings during the tsunami: "We were taking shelter in a cave at the time. The moment I walked out of the cave, I felt like I was reborn."
Qin Shiwen was an expert at exposing her brother: "I just didn't expect that it's only been two years and you've been reincarnated several times, right?"
Qin Shiwu raised his glass to Qin Shiwen and said, "The medicine in my hand is freshly poured and is scalding hot."
Qin Shiwen zipped up his mouth and said, "I am the one who offended you. Please put the cup down first and don't get tired."
Jiang Muyun pulled out a few markers from somewhere and said, "It just so happens that today is the day for the sun to shine again. How about we make a new calendar? Let's make today the first day of the new year!"
They hadn't calculated the time before and hadn't thought about it at all.
Later, when we encountered the polar night and tried every possible way to maintain a normal schedule and regulate our biological rhythm, everyone initially secretly counted the days in their hearts, but no one dared to say it out loud.
On the third day of polar night, someone thought, a week of darkness would be enough, right?
A week later, I thought again, ten days, no more.
But after ten days, it was half a month, and after half a month, I wanted to give it another week...
I extend the deadline for my expectations again and again, but my expectations are dashed again and again.
Later, no one dared to continue counting.
Except for the two old men Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen.
Jiang Muyun twirled the marker around her finger with her thumb. "Let's pretend the past never existed and start anew from today. Today is New Year's Day. Do you want to celebrate?"
Chu Buwen objected: "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, so New Year's Eve has already passed. We're missing out on a New Year's Eve dinner for no reason."
Jiang Muyun spread his hands and said, "Then today is also New Year's Eve. I'm a very easygoing person, so we can discuss it."
Zhao Jiahao came over eagerly: "So what year are we in this year? The first year of the apocalypse?"
Jiang Muyun pushed him away: "What do you mean by the first year of the apocalypse? It's unlucky."
Zhao Jiahao felt wronged: "What's that called? Dawn? Morning light?"
Qin Shiwen shuddered a bit. "I don't know why. The words are obviously good, but I feel a little uneasy when I hear them."
Unknown literary and artistic worker Chu Buwen put it bluntly: "It sounds like a savior."
Zhao Jiahao was dissatisfied: "Then you choose someone who is not a savior!"
Chu Buwen glanced at Jiang Muyun and said, "Let's call it the Happy First Year. Let's celebrate our survival of the polar night and forging a heart of steel so we can handle anything in the future."
Wang Qingqing was the first to vote in favor: "This is a good name. It makes me feel like my future life will be much better."
"It's just that the second half of the sentence sounds a lot like a flag." Zhou Ying, who had just planted the flag for himself, continued.
They didn't have much paper to write on, so they simply found some light-colored clothing fabrics they had brought with them and cut them into squares of similar size.
Jiang Muyun opened the pen cap, picked out a piece of cloth with small flowers in the corner as the calendar cover, and wrote two lines solemnly.
Happy first year.
We are all alive.
Qin Shiwen shook her half-working pen and added a line of small words below: Life is good, but there is no sunshine.
Qin Shiwu couldn't help but added: I also have a cold.
"This is our calendar cover. Why did you write such depressing words?" Wang Qingqing was dissatisfied.
Then she wrote a blessing with a flourish: After today, you will live forever!
Her good sister Wu Xingyue filled her in: If you get old, you can be reborn!
Zhao Jiahao racked his brains to write a groundbreaking sentence, and finally wrote down four words: Indestructible.
The piece of cloth, slightly larger than a palm, passed around in everyone's hands. Finally, Jiang Muyun held it and handed it to Chu Buwen: "Want to write a few words?"
Anyway, such a good cover has been scratched and is in disarray, so why not just add a few words.
Chu Buwen thought about it and added a sentence between the two lines of big characters.
Happy to see me every year.
Zhao Jiahao exclaimed, "Good boy, why didn't I think of this trick! Now that I've said this, I'll have to reserve a spot for you on the calendar every year from now on."
Wang Qingqing gave him a thumbs-up: "If I don't see this post from you, it means I won't be happy for the next year, right?"
Wu Xingyue nodded: "It's cruel, it really is. I also want to add something like this."
Chu Buwen directly announced that the calendar cover would be temporarily sealed and no one was allowed to visit it until the calendar was completed.
Anyway, the counting starts from New Year's Eve, so a few people simply edited the calendar according to the lunar calendar.
When he got to June 1st, Zhao Jiahao suddenly looked up and asked, "If we follow the lunar calendar, will we still be able to celebrate the solar calendar holidays?"
Jiang Muyun paused, "Why not? We are the ones making the calendar now, so we have the final say. Mark it down, mark it down! Just mark it down according to our date!"
So on the calendar page for December 24th, two notes appeared at the same time: "Little New Year" and "Christmas Eve".
If Zhao Jiahao wasn't worried about having too many festivals to celebrate, he would have wanted to postpone the Little New Year to the 23rd, since there were Little New Year celebrations on both days anyway.
The New Year requires a New Year atmosphere. The daylight will gradually return anyway, so they rarely indulged themselves in turning on a few lights, illuminating the cave inside and out.
All the mobile phones were put together and finally a festive background music was found.
All the canned food and snacks that had been treasured for a long time and were reluctant to eat were piled together. Even the wilted vegetables that had barely grown in the winter relying on the warmth of the kang were pulled out half by them.
Qin Shiwen cut a bunch of polyester cloth and wrote the word "Fu" on it. After that, he and Wang Qingqing went from house to house to hang the characters on their doors, even in the caves where they grew vegetables.
After hanging a circle, I came back and found that there were two red curtains tied at the entrance of the cave. The whole entrance was reflected in red, and it swayed in the wind.
If it weren't for their background music that saved the atmosphere a little, the two red pieces would have looked extremely scary at first glance.
Jiang Muyun took Xiaobai back home. When they came to the cave again, there were a bunch of bottles and jars on the simple sled.
In addition to several bottles of expensive-looking alcohol, there was also an unopened bag of orange juice powder.
Qin Shiwu spent a long time holding the bag of orange juice powder and looking for the expiration date: "The expiration date is two years, it's unopened and not swollen, and you actually still have this!"
Jiang Muyun slammed the bottles and jars onto the table with a chutzpah, "It's my treat tonight, don't be shy!"
Chu Buwen personally prepared the New Year’s Eve dinner, and even served candied sweet potatoes.
Jiang Muyun provided a bunch of starch sausages. In order to eat the same kind of sausages sold at the stall, Zhao Jiahao sharpened wooden skewers so quickly that afterimages could be seen.
Wang Qingqing also had a can of canned tomatoes saved up, and in order to taste as much of the tomato flavor as possible, Chu Buwen used it to cook a pot of soup.
Unfortunately, the eggs from the two chickens were rather fishy. They had tried to make them more delicious by adding various seasonings. Adding them to the soup alone would obviously ruin the whole pot of soup.
Jiang Muyun took a deep breath of the tomato aroma: "I still have tomato-flavored hot pot base. Let's have tomato soup again tomorrow!"
Wang Qingqing shook her head frantically: "Good things should be saved and eaten slowly. Eating them for two days in a row will reduce your happiness level!"
Chu Buwen slurped a mouthful of the braised pork version of Ants Climbing a Tree. "How about mushroom soup tomorrow? I have mushroom-flavored hotpot base."
Zhao Jiahao raised his hand: "When Li Anxuan and I came back, we brought a few pieces of dry food biscuits. They feel so hard that they can kill Xiaobai. We can't eat them but we can't bear to throw them away. Let's eat them as steamed buns tomorrow."
Xiaobai was immersed in the expensive can of pet food that Jiang Muyun had fished out for him from underwater. When he heard his own name, he subconsciously looked up at Zhao Jiahao, which made Zhao Jiahao feel guilty. Dabai, who was passing by Zhao Jiahao with a cat food in his mouth, raised his hand and pawed him.
Before we even finish today's meal, the menu for the next day has already been decided.
In the evening, Qin Shiwen solemnly turned on a fully charged laptop, Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen inserted the USB flash drive containing precious video materials into the USB port, and the few of them spent the first New Year's Eve after the apocalypse with the background music of "Tom and Jerry".
The next morning, Jiang Muyun went around wishing everyone a happy new year with a bag of all kinds of candies, and Qin Shiwen responded with a piece of pink peach heart handmade soap.
Zhao Jiahao got a bunch of socks from somewhere and actually found ten brand new red pairs. The packaging was all intact, except that they were a little dusty.
He also pulled a bunch of plastic laces and stuck them on wire hairpins, and gave each of them a pair, saying they were New Year's jerseys - he himself got a pair too.
Jiang Muyun looked at the two shiny plastic flowers and sighed, "I haven't seen anything this ugly and unique in a long time."
Nearing noon, they finished what they needed to do early, and then sat in a row on the top of the mountain with their small stools, hoping that today's gray-blue color could be lighter and last a little longer.
When the inky color of the sky began to fade, everyone held their breath.
The dark sky seemed to have briefly lost the tug-of-war with the snow, giving up a hint of color in exchange for a chance to recuperate.
After a few long minutes, the darkness, which had gathered strength again, returned and once again suppressed the light of the sky.
It was dark again, but cheers could be heard from the hilltop.
Zhao Jiahao was so excited that he wanted to perform two sets of military boxing on the spot, and it looked like he couldn't stop for even a second.
Jiang Muyun once again demonstrated her skills as a wild parkour veteran. She shouted, "Ladder to the Clouds!" and ran and jumped down the mountain waving the small stool. She slipped on her last step and bounced twice on the ground.
At this time, people are dressed like turtles, and it doesn't hurt at all when they fall down. There is no problem except that she is dressed too much and it makes her stand up a little like a turtle turning over.
Jiang Muyun tried to brush off the dust on his back, but after stretching his hands for a long time, he could only symbolically pat his waist.
Jiang Muyun calmly put down his hand and said, "Tomorrow is the second day of the Lunar New Year. Let's go and pay New Year's greetings!"
As for who they wished New Year’s greetings to, it was of course their neighbors, Captain Yu and others.
During the polar night, they saw many people heading towards the holiday villa, which might have developed into a small base now.
Since we can’t stay here anyway, we might as well go over and take a look.
None of the ten people wanted to stay at home, so they simply drew lots to decide the order in which they would go out to pay New Year's greetings.
Before drawing the lot, Wang Qingqing solemnly went to her little clay statue and offered a piece of candy that Jiang Muyun had given her in the morning.
With the help of the power of metaphysics, the European emperors who finally won were Jiang Muyun, Chu Buwen, Zhao Jiahao, Qin Shiwen and Zheng Xiang.
Jiang Muyun hugged Wang Qingqing and called her his sweetheart, thanking her for praying for him. Wang Qingqing was so angry that she threatened to put the depilatory cream into her shampoo.
When visiting relatives and friends during the New Year, one must bring New Year gifts. They picked and chose among the existing supplies for a long time, and finally decided to bring them some more clothes.
Captain Yu and his men had migrated from a long distance, so it was obvious that they couldn't have brought much clothes with them.
When they were trapped in the snow, they seemed to have a lot of luggage, but there were also many of them. The volume of supplies divided among more than 50 people was obviously the result of streamlining.
Although the resort has been abandoned for a long time, some of the miscellaneous items inside are still there.
For example, they should have no shortage of quilts, cleaning supplies, disposable items, etc. in the guest rooms.
Jiang Muyun and his friends were afraid that they would not have enough food and fuel, which were always in short supply, so bringing them as gifts seemed a bit like trying to show off.
It’s better to bring clothes. They don’t lack them, but the other party does.
Jiang Muyun packed up a pile of clothes that he had fished out of the water with satisfaction.
She has no shortage of clothes to wear, and she picked up these clothes just for show. It is enough to keep a few pieces. If she can't give away the others this time, she can give them away as favors in the future.
Jiang Muyun still had a lot of grain wine that she bought at the market before the end of the world. After thinking about it, she also packed a few bottles.
The high-end cigarettes and alcohol in good packaging can be kept until the survival base is established, or some people recover and start doing business, and then they can be used to exchange for more things.
This kind of homemade grain wine made by farmers cannot be sold at the same price as the former, but it is also suitable for gifts.
Anyway, Qin Shiwen and the others knew that she had brought back a lot of wine from the comprehensive plaza.
The belongings of several people were gathered together and wrapped into a big package.
Xiaobai, who has changed his career as a freight driver, is ready to set off with his exclusive Maogong navigation.
Several of them slid down the simple ski slope that had been built earlier. Wang Qingqing, who stayed behind, was so jealous that she dragged several other left-behind children to ski for the entire afternoon.
For adults, a distance of several kilometers is usually just an hour's walk.
But the situation now is rather special. If the terrain is a little bumpy, they might fall.
Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen were well prepared and wore non-slip shoes. They also knew to adjust their center of gravity when walking on slopes.
But the other three had never experienced such a situation where friction seemed to disappear, and they could not find any leverage for several kilometers, and could only let their feet fly freely the entire time. Even on the mountain, they could find a leverage point to get up after falling.
It's not like now, when one falls down in a row, and occasionally drags two strangers with him to drift sideways.
Zhao Jiahao was having fun falling down, and a group of people wanted to roll on the ground with him. Finally, Xiaobai kept looking back and waited for others, and he became impatient and just grabbed Zhao Jiahao's hat and dragged him away.
Several older children who were pulled together at the back were also carried away by Xiaobai in a row, just like a small train.
Zhao Jiahao felt that what Xiaobai was holding in his mouth was not a hat, but the back of the neck of his fate.
The most outrageous thing was that when the few wicked guys behind him saw that he couldn't escape, they simply let go of him and left him alone, allowing Xiaobai to drag him around like a cub.
It was the patrol team of the holiday villa who rescued Zhao Jiahao. They thought that Zhao Jiahao was being held hostage by Jiang Muyun and others, and the two sides almost came to a fight.
After Zhao Jiahao stood up, he hugged the person who saved him and refused to let go. With tears in his eyes, he called him brother. However, he was pushed away by someone next to him.
The man said in a rather unfriendly tone: "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't use your hands."
Zhao Jiahao was stunned by the sudden push. Jiang Muyun and others behind him pulled out their guns. Someone from the patrol team hurried over to smooth things over: "Let me introduce you, this is the captain of our team."
The other party pointed at the person Zhao Jiahao had just called brother and said, "Captain Tang, he's eighteen years old this year. He used to be an athlete for the provincial team. He was the kind of young man who wanted to win glory for his country, but he just doesn't like to get too close to others."
"As for this guy," the other party pulled over the man who had almost come into contact with Zhao Jiahao and introduced him, "Our Captain Tang's boyfriend, his surname is Song. He knows our Captain Tang doesn't like to interact with others, so he acted a little hastily."
Although there was a smile in his voice, every word was implying that Zhao Jiahao was being rude.
Zhao Jiahao was completely stunned: "Boyfriend?"
Before Zhao Jiahao could continue speaking, Qin Shiwen interrupted him: "Tang Hao?"
As soon as Qin Shiwen finished speaking, Captain Tang turned around and asked, "Coach Qin?"
Qin Shiwen pulled down the scarf that was covering his face and pushed his goggles up his head, revealing his face wrapped in clothes.
"It's really you!" Qin Shiwen was surprised and relieved.
While others were still confused, Jiang Muyun understood the identity of Captain Tang.
Qin Shiwen had told them before that there was a girl in her team who didn't want to go home after the temperature dropped. If she remembered correctly, her name was pronounced this way.
Tang Hao is very talented, but her life is hard. She is stubborn and refuses to tell anyone anything, so Qin Shiwen can't help but pay more attention to her.
Qin Shiwen was trapped in the subway station when it started to rain heavily because Tang Hao did not follow the instructions to go home honestly, but found a way to slip away halfway. Qin Shiwen was called back to the provincial team to deal with Tang Hao's matter.
However, she didn't expect that a rainstorm hit and the communication was cut off. Before she had the chance to ask about Tang Hao's situation, she was trapped on the subway.
Tang Hao also showed her face, which was red from the cold. There was a large, hideous scar on the left side of her forehead, which made her look a little fierce.
But when she and Qin Shiwen looked at each other, her brows relaxed and she smiled a little childishly: "Coach, I changed my name. Call me Tang An."
Qin Shiwen knew that her family treated her like an ATM and kicked her away after the disaster, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with her not wanting to recognize her old name.
"Tang An, call me Sister Wen. It seems like you are living a good life now?" Qin Shiwen teased.
Tang An patted his boyfriend's shoulder. "Song Cheng, my boyfriend. We've been here for about twenty days now. We both work in the patrol team at the base. It's pretty stable."
Seeing that he knew both sides, and one of them was the coach Tang An had mentioned many times, Song Cheng's attitude immediately softened: "Sorry, brother, I have a quick temper, please don't be offended."
Tang An was very cute. Even if Zhao Jiahao was a bit naive, he would have realized what was happening after seeing her face. He immediately said awkwardly, "My bad, my bad. I just thought..."
He stopped talking mid-sentence, stuck there, as if whatever he said would be offensive.
Tang An laughed and said, "My throat was damaged by the fire. No wonder you couldn't hear it."
Zhao Jiahao laughed dryly twice and then closed his mouth tightly.
If you can’t speak, it’s better to speak less!
Tang An didn't care about these things. She turned off the flashlight after picking up the person. Song Cheng lit a torch and led them all the way to the holiday villa with the torch. On the way, he introduced the situation of the holiday villa to them as usual.
After learning that Jiang Muyun and others came to visit Captain Yu as friends instead of planning to move to the holiday villa, the content of Tang An's introduction changed.
"The conditions for entering the base are still quite relaxed. Leave all your weapons when you enter, and you can redeem them after half a month when you reach a certain number of points. The same applies to those who are just passing through and staying temporarily." Tang An said, "But there are no people who are just visiting right now, so I'll trouble you to wait here for a while. I'll have someone notify Captain Yu."
Tang An took them to a room with a fireplace, chatted with the people guarding the room for a few words, and then asked them to sit down.
Jiang Muyun didn't say that they had to hand in their weapons before entering. Since the base wanted to confiscate their weapons, it was definitely not possible for them to just hand them in themselves. At the very least, they would have to conduct a body search or something.
It's winter and I'm wearing so many layers of clothes. It's better to wait here for someone to call Captain Yu than to be searched.
Captain Yu arrived very quickly.
"Why did you come here suddenly?" Captain Yu was a little surprised.
Jiang Muyun pointed to the large package on the sleigh and said, "I'm here to wish you a happy new year. Here, a New Year's gift."
Captain Yu's expression was even more bewildered than Zhao Jiahao's just now: "Happy New Year? What New Year? It's already New Year's Day?"
Jiang Muyun smiled and said, "We drew our own calendar and celebrated the New Year ourselves. Today happens to be the second day of the New Year. Happy New Year."
It was the first time that Captain Yu had heard of such a bizarre thing.
But he was worthy of being Zhao Jiahao's half-brother. He had never lost to anyone in terms of creative ideas. When he heard this, he immediately got into the mood: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year, and may all the bosses have a prosperous new year!"
Jiang Muyun cupped his hands and said, "You're welcome. Boss Yu is also making a lot of money."
Captain Yu looked carefree, but he actually had a lot on his mind. After exchanging a few words with Jiang Muyun and the others, he took his men for a stroll in the villa without saying a word.
According to Captain Yu, there are only more than 200 people in this survival base. Except for the more than 50 people under his command and Professor Chen and his grandparents, all of them moved here after the polar night, so many regulations are still being explored.
The most basic one is the points system.
It is somewhat similar to the purchasing power of points at the relief points before, and the number of points that can be exchanged for various supplies is about the same as the relief points.
In addition, basic tasks such as snow clearing and patrolling can also earn points.
The penalty system at the rescue point has been changed to a point deduction system. Fighting, cheating, etc. will result in point deductions, but the scope is limited to within the base.
If there is really a conflict that needs to be resolved, then leave the base gate first.
Once you step out of the gate, your life and death are determined by fate. The base won’t care even if you knock the opponent’s brains out.
"It can't be helped." Captain Yu lifted his scarf and rubbed away the ice crystals. "Everyone's been in a bad mood lately. If we don't do this, something bad might happen."
Jiang Muyun nodded: "It's a very smart system."
Emotions need an outlet. After they realized that their emotions were becoming abnormal, didn't they just change from smashing ice sculptures to splitting ice slices?
But this vent cannot be inside the base.
Because once this hole is opened, it is difficult to close it.
If we allow fighting within the base now, it will be difficult to ban it later.
Only by drawing a red line in everyone's heart from the beginning, a red line that they dare not cross even when they are most emotional, can the future stability of the base be guaranteed.
After all, survivors who have the courage and ability to migrate to a holiday resort during the polar night must have good courage, intelligence and physical fitness.
Those who were not well-informed might not even know about Captain Yu and his men. Those who were slow to think would never have thought that they could take advantage of the polar night to seek refuge with Captain Yu.
For those who do not have the physical fitness to meet the standards, even if they have the idea and the courage to set out, they will most likely not be able to reach the holiday resort.
It takes at least ten hours to walk from the art market, which is the closest to the holiday villa. If something unexpected happens during this time, you may end up stranded on the road forever.
The first batch of survivors that arrived at the base generally had more advantages in all aspects than the survivors who moved in later.
If we can control them, the survivors behind will be much easier to manage.
Jiang Muyun asked the question that concerned him most: "Is there a trading area in the base? What if a resident wants to exchange things?"
Captain Yu was not surprised that Jiang Muyun would ask this question.
The fact that they were able to deliver a large bag of clothes proves that they had salvaged a lot of supplies from underwater.
Some miscellaneous things may not be useful to you, but they may be treasures to others.
"Yes, there is a special trading area." Captain Yu led them into the original reception hall. There were not many people in the hall now. No one was holding anything. Everyone was holding a wooden board with their needs written on it with charcoal sticks.
Jiang Muyun also saw the familiar fluorescent heads.
They are trying to trade fluorescent paint for candles or other lighting devices, unless they are marked as requiring electricity.
After the fluorescent-headed guys reached an agreement with a man wrapped in a big red scarf, they did not take out anything to trade, but went to the ticket window.
"People don't go out much right now, so they don't have much stuff with them, and there are fewer people around. But we can't predict the future; the venue may need to be expanded," said Captain Yu. "Currently, before entering the trade zone, we hand over the items we intend to trade to the base for registration and safekeeping. After the deal is settled, we go to the counter for inspection, and then register with the base to complete the transaction."
Jiang Muyun blinked and gave Captain Yu a thumbs up.
He is indeed a far-sighted person who has even thought about how to collect taxes in the future.
However, for Jiang Muyun and his men, the better Captain Yu's side develops, the more beneficial it will be for them, and the safer their small hill will be.
Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen were intent on gathering information, and in return, they reminded Captain Yu of many things regarding ice and water storage, planting and breeding.
Captain Yu listened very carefully. When he heard about storing water to grow vegetables, he did not mention the seeds. He only said that Professor Chen was in poor health and was still recuperating. They would have the opportunity to communicate with Professor Chen face to face in the future.
Even young, strong and tough people like Jiang Muyun caught a cold due to their decreased immunity, let alone the elderly Professor Chen?
However, after hearing what Captain Yu said, Jiang Muyun thought Professor Chen's illness should not be a serious problem, so he did not ask any more questions.
Qin Shiwen went to find Tang An as soon as he entered the base and did not act with them.
Zhao Jiahao and Zheng Xiang were much more relaxed, wandering around as if they were on a trip.
But on the way back, Zheng Xiang said that the lighting in the base was all done with pine oil lamps. She thought that there might be pine trees still alive on the two hills surrounding the holiday villa, or on some nearby hill.
If they could transplant pine trees, or at worst exchange some pine oil with the base, their future lighting problems would be easily solved.
The service life of solar panels is very short. They cannot always rely on the electricity from solar panels. It is time to find a way out for themselves.
Zhao Jiahao then realized that he was the only poor student who went out purely for traveling.
Five people went happily, four people returned happily, only Zhao Jiahao was dejected, and his clothes were scratched by branches on the way home.
Wait, branches?
Zhao Jiahao suddenly stopped, staring at the small part that was sticking out from the snow, and couldn't help but poke it with his hand.
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