Song Lufeng was eating dumplings.

Behind him were countless data displays flashing a cold blue light.

Outside the window, there is a busy base.

Bulldozers were rumbling, welding sparks were flashing like stars, and the frame of the spaceship was slowly rising in the huge factory.

Everyone was running, every machine was running at high speed, and the entire base was like a silently roaring beast.

Outside the base is a suffocating apocalypse.

The sky was as gray as a skin that had been dead for many years, and the air was filled with a burning sensation.

The ground was dry and cracked, dust was flying everywhere, and in the distance one could vaguely see the ruins of what was once a city in the desert.

All this happened quietly.

Deathly quiet.

But the temperature is still rising slowly.

"Outdoor temperature: 59.7 degrees Celsius."

59.7 degrees Celsius.

Almost no living thing can survive at these temperatures.

When the wind blows across the earth, even the grains of sand seem to carry hot blades.

Inside the base, a nuclear refrigeration system maintains the temperature at 25 degrees Celsius.

The dumplings were sent by Gu Man. The filling was simple and the skin was a little broken, but the taste was delicious.

He lowered his head and took a bite, chewing slowly.

The sea bream filling in the dumplings turned into abundant nutrients, nourishing his body and mind.

All the fatigue is gone.

The screen was still jumping, and the contrast between the inside and outside of the base was strong.

The New Year atmosphere in the base is not strong.

There are no firecrackers, no red lanterns, not even idle laughter.

Everybody is busy.

The welder waved his welding torch, carving glowing lines on the steel frame.

The researchers gathered in the laboratory to debug data, with serious expressions and low voices.

A water delivery robot squeezed into the crowd and handed bottles of mineral water to the engineers.

Occasionally, the robotic arms made a few sharp noises, but they were immediately adjusted.

Everyone's face was filled with fatigue, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

For what?

For those spaceships, for a chance of survival in the apocalypse.

Song Lufeng looked out the window.

The main frame of the spaceship has been completed. The huge metal body is like a giant whale stranded on the beach, being slowly lifted up by countless mechanical arms.

This is the core of the "Space Journey Plan".

This spaceship is not meant to escape the apocalypse, but to send it back to the past.

This comet impact on the Earth made everyone realize that the resources in space are endless.

Get away from the Earth, get away from the "cage" created by the future apocalypse, and solve the Earth's resource problems from the outside and inside.

Then the problem of energy depletion may no longer be a problem.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the broken golden planet, some of its fragments are still on the moon.

Why not drag it back and study it?

Maybe we can eliminate this threat once and for all!

The golden planet is a sharp sword hanging above the past and the future!

If it is not resolved, people will be uneasy.

Thus, the "Space Journey Project" was born.

It will advance humanity's cosmic journey by three hundred years.

Change everything, avoid everything.

To project hope from the future into the past is a life-threatening attempt.

Everyone gathered in the laboratory, looking at the data jumping on the screen, and even their breathing slowed down.

Cheng Yuanhang stood in front of the screen, speaking in a low voice:

"Humanity can no longer reverse the end of the world, but perhaps we can point out a way forward for the country three hundred years ago."

Everyone can understand the meaning of this sentence.

To save the past is to save the present.

Song Lufeng swallowed the last bite of dumpling.

"City Lord, there are some fluctuations in the data in District 1."

Zhao Shuang's voice came to my ears, slightly hoarse.

"I'll come and take a look."

He stood up, pulled on his coat, and opened the door.

The air conditioning was instantly dissipated by the heat wave outside.

Although the base is cooled, the air still feels scorching.

People have become accustomed to this feeling, just as they have become accustomed to the cruelty of the end of the world.

When Song Lufeng passed by the R&D area, he saw someone put a plate of dumplings on the table.

It was brought by the workers from the canteen.

There weren't many dumplings, only three or four for each person.

After someone finished eating, they continued to lower their heads to debug the equipment.

Even during the Chinese New Year, there is still no reason to stop.

He continued walking until he entered the thruster test chamber.

Zhao Shuang came over with a data chart, his brows furrowed:

"The temperature control difference here is a little off. It may be due to fluctuations in the external environment."

Song Lufeng took the drawing, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and said:

"Adjust the cooling core and activate the backup energy. There shouldn't be any problems."

Zhao Shuang nodded and turned to make arrangements.

The spacecraft in the distance is hoisting the thrusters, and the robotic arm is moving slowly to embed the core components into the hull.

Every part of these spaceships consumed countless manpower and material resources.

And it will carry hope, cross the gap in time, and head towards three hundred years ago.

"City Lord, do you think... this plan will succeed?"

Zhao Shuang's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of fatigue and doubt.

Song Lufeng did not answer immediately.

He looked at the huge figure of the spaceship, the busy workers, and finally, his gaze fell on the dry desert in the distance.

"It must succeed."

He said it calmly, but it was like a hammer hitting steel.

The cold and heat of the end of the world are alternating, and humanity is approaching a crossroads.

The metal hull of the spacecraft reflected the weak sunlight, like a giant beast awakening.

"Today is New Year's Eve. Our ancestors put aside their hard work for the past year and welcome the new year."

"After this batch of installations, the entire base will be closed for the New Year. Each household will be given 3 catties of flour, 3 catties of rice, 5 catties of vegetables, 5 catties of fruit, 15 catties of pork, mutton, and beef, a frozen fish, and a chicken. Please turn up the air conditioner. Everyone will welcome the New Year and celebrate the New Year!"

Song Lufeng announced, and the busy crowd was stunned.

Chinese New Year!

What a distant and yet happy word!

Everyone cheered, and the entire base received the information on the wristbands and had great expectations for the New Year!