This idea, like a warm current, quietly spread among the lower-level citizens of the Fireseed Base.
They began to fantasize that on those cold nights, they would no longer need to huddle together, using each other's body heat to ward off the biting chill.
They can finally sleep more peacefully in their own beds, without worrying about freezing to death in the night.
They never doubted that the Wenshui Village hot springs would be used elsewhere; after all, in the extreme cold of the post-apocalyptic world, energy was everything, and food was life.
Of course, using it for heating might just be wishful thinking on their part. After all, Wenshui Village is quite far from the base, and long-distance heating is simply impossible at such temperatures unless the base is moved there.
But everyone firmly believed that the area around the hot springs should be transformed into a plantation.
After all, the base leaders often say that the base is short of food and that things are very difficult for the base.
Moreover, as grassroots citizens, they often go hungry, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to collect supplies from outside.
If this continues, sooner or later the Fire Seed Base will face the crisis of completely running out of food.
Therefore, increasing grain production and pursuing sustainable development are imperative.
However, the news that the base would turn Wenshui Village Hot Spring into a "senior management sanatorium" left all the grassroots base members dumbfounded and utterly disheartened.
Upon learning the news, they were filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment, as if they had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
They had hoped that the development of the hot springs would bring some hope and slightly improve their meager daily food supply.
However, reality gave them a resounding slap in the face.
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