There wasn't even a single piece of firewood; cooking meant having to go into the mountains to find withered branches and leaves. But because of the snow, the firewood was damp. Not only was it difficult to light, but it also produced a lot of smoke.
Not only do I have to endure undercooked rice every day, but I also can't take a shower. Even going to the toilet makes my butt freeze, let alone being naked and surrounded by cold air.
This place is simply not fit for human habitation.
They shared their experience online, which drew a barrage of ridicule and sarcasm.
Some say the group is making a fuss over nothing, deliberately seeking to be tortured. Others say it's better to get used to it beforehand than to not be able to stand it later. In short, there are all sorts of opinions, but none of them are positive.
Their plight successfully deterred some people from their burgeoning ambitions. However, people didn't give up, because some stubbornly believed that the laborers were also on the mountain, working even in the dead of winter. They couldn't expect others to be doing well while they, the outsiders, couldn't.
It's hard to say whether it's just fake news.
Little did they know, the laborers didn't even live there. Since the alliance had hired people to do the work, they had to address any concerns they might have.
The laborers lived in caves and dugouts, which were warmer than the small shelters outside. They also had small earthen stoves and heated beds inside, so their lives were certainly not as miserable as those of the other people.
Thus, many thoughtful individuals followed suit, drawing lessons from their own painful experiences, lessons learned in blood and tears...
Sigh, let's not talk about them anymore. The foreign heads of state were once again caught off guard by this press conference.
Before they could even figure out how to build the refugee camp, they were besieged by the public, who said that the situation was so dire and the country hadn't come up with an effective solution, and they seriously doubted their government's ability to implement it.
The heads of state trembled, each with their own unspoken grievances. Their countries were fundamentally different from Qinghua, their guards simply lacked the same level of discipline, and the entire nation was not united.
The leaders are bombarded by public opinion every day and have to respond actively. At the same time, they hate Li Zongmeng, who always stirs up trouble, even more.
Time flies, and New Year's Day is here in the blink of an eye.
Nothing frightening happened, and Qinghua Guoan peacefully passed the New Year.
Shen Yanming got up early to prepare today's meals, including braised prawns, four-happiness meatballs, braised pork ribs, eight-treasure rice, spicy crab, and steamed mandarin fish—there was something for everyone.
The two kids happily smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, and even offered their opinions, saying they wanted to eat cake.
Bi Qiaoan raised an eyebrow and asked the two children, "Why are you eating cake? It doesn't match at all."
An An and Nuan Nuan scratched their heads. One said, "Because we eat cake on birthdays." The other said, "Happy!"
Well, I guess in their minds, festive days should be enhanced by something sweet and cheerful.
Bi Qiaoan felt that last year had been a good year with favorable weather and abundant harvests. So she decided to fulfill her two children's requests and have a big meal together, hoping that this year would also be peaceful and uneventful.
The two children had great appetites and started eating without much help from their parents. They had already learned how to peel shrimp, but they were still helpless when it came to crabs.
The two children drooled as they looked at the big crab, then looked pitifully at Shen Yanming.
Old Shen glanced at his two children's soft, white hands and could only resign himself to peeling crabs for them. However, having two children meant having Bi Qiaoan. This was something other children could only envy.
Bi Qiaoan ate with relish, feeling that this kind of life was truly blissful.
"It is understood that the various branches of the Qinghua Kingdom Research Institute and the guard teams across the Qinghua Kingdom have successfully harvested their first batch of mutated vegetables after much effort. They are not only delicious, but also have a considerable yield."
More importantly, they are more adaptable to the environment than we imagined, and are less affected by cold air. In the future, we will have many more cold-resistant crops.” The excited voice of the female reporter came from the television.
"Now, let's connect with technical personnel from various locations for a live broadcast..."
Bi Qiaoan's attention was drawn to the news on the television. She stared intently at it and listened carefully.
"Traditional crops are generally planted in spring and harvested in autumn. Of course, a small number are planted in winter and harvested in summer. This is closely related to the plant species, ambient temperature, climate, and other factors."
Initially, we thought that the growth of mutant plants would require more demanding environmental conditions. Therefore, the Alliance initially required its research institutes and guard teams to build modern glass greenhouses to create the best conditions for the mutant plants to grow and produce seeds quickly.
However, the research institute did not give up. While sowing seeds in the glass greenhouse, they also placed some seeds or tissue culture seedlings outdoors as a control group. Now we can see that, except for a few plants that have particularly high temperature requirements, the rest are still lush and green.
This means that even in the dead of winter, and without greenhouses, we will still have food to eat.
Mutant plants have shattered our traditional understanding of crops; they are simply miracles!
If they didn't look similar, taste similar, and even have similar gene sequences, they would think it was a new species.
The technicians talked non-stop about the mutated plants, leaving Shen Yanming and Bi Qiaoan completely bewildered.
"Honey, really? These spiritual plants are that amazing? They can still grow normally in the dead of winter, when the temperature is tens of degrees below zero?"
Shen Yanming was also a bit stunned, but he observed more carefully than Bi Qiaoan: "Not entirely. Look, those that remain green are basically plants that are inherently more cold-resistant. Like radishes, celery, and lettuce, the spiritual energy may have enhanced their gene expression in this regard."
And if you look closely, although they are alive and growing, they are not as robust as those in the greenhouse.
Bi Qiaoan nodded, but still said, "It's already pretty good, really. I never expected the spiritual energy seed to be so powerful. If it were an ordinary seed, it would probably have been frozen and killed by the low temperature long ago."
Watching the excited reporter on television recounting the cultivation process of the mutated plant, Shen Yanming regained his composure. He solemnly warned Bi Qiaoan, "You can't just casually take out spirit seeds anymore."
Bi Qiaoan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Understood!"
The couple ignored the sound from the television and rejoined the meal. Today's meal was truly abundant, both delicious and visually appealing.
After eating about half full, Bi Qiaoan took out a mango, peeled it deftly, and quickly ate it.
An'an and Nuannuan also wanted some, but one wanted lychees and the other wanted cherries.
Bi Qiao's security department was satisfied, and he also asked Shen Yanming, "What do you want?"
Shen Yanming shook his head and took out the leftover durian flesh from before.
An An and Nuan Nuan pinched their little noses and deliberately frowned, saying, "Stinky!"
Shen Yanming smiled without saying a word and fed the two children a bite each.
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