"Get up, everyone."
Lin Feng spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly drowned out all the cries and screams.
The survivors, who had been kneeling on the ground, finally dared to stand up shakily, but they remained bowed and dared not raise their heads.
"In my sanctuary, there is no kneeling or bowing," Lin Feng continued, his tone carrying an undeniable authority. "I have given you a home, and you must repay me with your labor and loyalty. Stand tall, and use your own hands to create a new life that belongs to you."
These words moved Wang Jianguo and the others to tears of gratitude.
"Li Xiangbin!" Lin Feng gave the order again.
"exist!"
"Major infrastructure construction, let's begin now!" Lin Feng's voice was firm and powerful. "Mobilize everyone! According to your plans, transport all building materials to the designated location in the shortest possible time! I want our new compatriots to move into warm homes before the March Sunrise tonight!"
"Yes, Chief!"
The entire shelter was like a huge, sophisticated machine that had been activated instantly, and it began to operate at high speed.
"The first to fifth construction teams are responsible for going to the 'Red Rock Mountain' quarry in the east and transporting the stones mined by the slave laborers to the eastern construction site by handcart!"
"Logistics Department! Immediately organize manpower to go to the 'Ironwood Forest' logging camp in the west and move the cut timber over! Beams, purlins, door and window frames—not a single one can be missing!"
"Craftsmen! Everyone, grab your tools and follow me! We need to dig the foundations for all the houses on the construction site first, and then compact them with 'purple clay' and gravel!"
"Newcomers! Don't sit idly by! Men, those with strength, go help carry the lighter materials! Women, go to the logistics department to get the tools and be in charge of mixing the cement mortar!"
Li Xiangbin's command was clear and efficient.
The shelter members, both the elderly and the newcomers, threw themselves into this unprecedented construction project with unprecedented enthusiasm.
The veteran members beamed with pride and joy. They were contributing to the development of their home and demonstrating the shelter's strong organizational capacity and cohesion to the newcomers.
Many of them were saved by Mr. Lin in the same way. Now, seeing new compatriots joining them, they feel the same way and their faith in Mr. Lin is strengthened.
The new members, such as Wang Jianguo, gave it their all.
He completely forgot about his still aching leg and followed behind the group, limping as he carried the timber.
It was an alien tree called "Ironwood," extremely dense and heavy, yet he could not feel its weight.
Each time he carried something, he would look back at his wife and children. Sun Huimin was also assigned relatively easy work. She, Xiao Shitou, and some other women and children sat to the side, using a knife to carve wooden wedges for fixing.
Under the scorching sun, everyone was drenched in sweat, but no one complained of hardship or fatigue. The construction site was bustling with activity, the wheels of vehicles rumbled, and shouts rose and fell, creating a magnificent symphony of labor full of vitality.
On this strange planet, this group of survivors from Earth fought side by side for the first time for a common and bright goal.
At the other end of the construction site, in stark contrast, was the slave labor camp separated by barbed wire.
Fu Hancheng and her "sisters" were mechanically swinging hammers, smashing huge, metallic red rocks into standard-sized blocks. They were still wearing their dirty prison uniforms, their eyes numb and empty.
They could clearly see the bustling construction scene not far away and hear the shouts filled with hope and joy.
The stones they smashed with their own hands were transported away, truckload by truck, to build warm homes for those "ordinary people" they once despised.
They themselves, however, could only live in cold, dilapidated tents and eat a tasteless gray gruel made from the roots of alien ferns.
A slave laborer watched as a mother smiled and handed a water bag to her sweating husband in the distance, while their child ran happily beside her, holding the fruit candy Lin Feng had given him.
The slave laborer's eyes flickered violently.
The hammer in her hand clattered to the ground.
Suddenly, she went berserk, rushing towards the barbed wire fence, gripping it tightly with both hands, and screaming hysterically, "Why! Why! We are human beings too! Why do we have to suffer here while they get new houses! I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!"
However, her screams did not elicit any sympathy.
Her response was the cold wooden stick guarding the place.
"Smack!"
He struck her hard on the back with a stick, knocking her to the ground.
"You're not happy?" The guard stepped on her hand and sneered, "Then you'd better shut up! If you dare to utter another sound, everyone's dinner will be halved tonight!"
This sentence is more effective than any beating.
The other slaves around immediately cast resentful and hateful glances at them.
The woman who had been knocked down fell silent instantly under that piercing gaze, lying on the ground and emitting suppressed, beast-like whimpers.
Fu Hancheng watched all this silently, picked up the hammer from the ground, and continued to strike. Her heart was now harder and colder than the red rock beneath her.
This stark contrast was exactly the effect Lin Feng wanted.
He wanted everyone to see that those who obeyed would gain everything, while those who resisted would have nothing, and would even be stripped of their right to be human.
Heaven and hell are separated by a single thought, and that single thought is in his control.
In the afternoon, as the alien sun began to set in the west, casting a magnificent, oil painting-like orange-purple glow on the horizon, all preparations were complete at the construction site in the eastern district.
The foundations for all two hundred houses have been laid. Piles of categorized building materials—red stones, dark brown ironwood, purple clay, and some metal components extracted from alien minerals—are arranged like neat military formations in their respective positions.
Everyone was exhausted, but they all persevered, gathering around the perimeter of the construction site, and no one left.
Because they knew that the moment of true miracle was about to arrive.
Lin Feng, under the watchful eyes of everyone, slowly walked to the center of the construction site.
He closed his eyes.
The next moment, an invisible, immense and vast force suddenly swept across the entire construction site, centered on him!
"rise!"
He let out a low shout in his heart.
Then, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives.
On the ground, thousands of heavy red rocks were given life. They trembled slightly, and then, together, slowly and steadily, floated into the air!
"Oh my god!"
"A miracle! This...this is a miracle!"
The newly arrived survivors were all so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly in Lin Feng's direction and muttering incoherently.
Wang Jianguo covered his mouth tightly to keep from screaming. His body trembled violently from extreme shock and ecstasy.
Even the veteran members of the shelter who had already witnessed Lin Feng's abilities felt a surge of excitement upon seeing such a large-scale application of telekinesis again, and their eyes were filled with boundless admiration as they looked at Lin Feng.
Under his will, the stones in the air began to combine with unimaginable precision.
They automatically flew to their designated foundations and stacked up one after another, fitting together perfectly.
The purple clay mortar, enveloped by an invisible force, was evenly applied to every crevice, without the slightest waste or deviation.
The walls of the house rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye!
It wasn't a chaotic pile-up, but a perfect architectural process full of rhythm and order.
The walls of two hundred houses were being built simultaneously! The scale and the sheer absurdity of the scene have exceeded the limits of human imagination.
In just half an hour, the main stone walls of all the houses were completed.
Next was Tiemu.
The massive beams flew automatically to the roof. The purlins and rafters, like well-trained soldiers, precisely snapped into their respective mortise and tenon joints.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, without making a single sound; there was only a heart-pounding tranquility of absolute control.
Next came the installation of doors and windows, and the laying of the roof.
The roof is not made of tiles, but of the leaves of a huge, naturally curved, shell-like alien plant, which are specially treated to be strong and waterproof.
Huge "armored leaves," like swimming fish, traced graceful arcs in the air, precisely covering the rooftop. The overlap between them was a hundred times more perfect than that of the most skilled bricklayer.
In addition, all kinds of bedding and food that had been prepared in advance were placed inside.
As the last leaf fell, three moons of different colors slowly rose in the sky.
Two hundred sturdy and beautiful alien-style stone houses were erected in less than two hours.
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his face slightly pale, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Using telekinesis for such a large-scale and prolonged period of time for precise operations also takes a considerable toll on his mental energy.
But looking at the miracle he had created with his own hands, and feeling the thunderous cheers behind him filled with fervent worship, he felt that it was all worth it.
"My people!"
He turned around, opened his arms, and enjoyed it all.
"Go! Go and choose your new home!"
"Long live Mr. Lin!"
Long live the shelter!
The cheers, under the tricolored moonlight, almost shook the entire night sky.
Wang Jianguo staggered as he was swept along by the jubilant crowd towards the newly established residential area.
His mind was still blank, replaying the miraculous event that had just occurred. He couldn't even believe he wasn't dreaming.
He held his wife Sun Huimin's hand, while Sun Huimin held their son, Xiao Shitou, tightly in her arms. The family of three walked, stumbling along the newly paved street.
The streets here have been leveled by telekinesis, making them clean and sturdy. On both sides are rows of identical red rock houses.
Each cabin has crimson walls, a dark brown roof, and a wooden door with a glass window.
"Dad... Daddy, do we... do we really have a home?" Little Stone asked timidly in his arms. His big eyes reflected the tricolored moonlight, filled with curiosity and disbelief.
Wang Jianguo's eyes instantly reddened. He squatted down, stroked his son's head, and said in a choked voice, "Yes...yes, Little Stone. We have a home now. A...a real home where no 'spiky beasts' will crawl in, where acid rain won't leak in."
They randomly chose a house near the street corner.
Wang Jianguo reached out with trembling hands and pushed open the heavy iron and wooden door.
With a soft creak, the scene behind the door left the family of three completely stunned.
The room is not large, about thirty square meters, but it is clearly divided into a bedroom and a living room. The floor is a smooth cement floor, and the walls are the original color of the red rock, giving it a rugged yet warm feel.
The tricolored moonlight streamed in through the bright crystal window, casting strange and dreamlike spots of light on the ground.
In a corner of the living room, there was a brick stove, next to which were neatly stacked processed, flammable alien plant roots. In the bedroom, there was a large wooden bed covered with thick, soft, and warm bedding made of an alien plant fiber called "Snow Cotton."
What shocked them most were two other things in the room.
It was the same – a row of black metal pipes laid along the corner of the wall. Wang Jianguo reached out and carefully touched it; a warm sensation emanated from the pipe.
"This is... a heating system..." he exclaimed. As a city resident from the Blue Star era, he certainly recognized it.
However, on this alien planet where the temperature plummets at night and energy is extremely scarce, there is still heating.
But there was something else that made his scalp tingle.
In the very center of the room, a wire wrapped in special vines hangs down from the ceiling, with a small crystal emitting a faint white light at the end of the wire.
"Electric...light bulb..."
Sun Huimin covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls.
electricity!
That was the light of the Blue Star era, the light of human civilization!
How many days has it been since they last saw any light at night other than firelight and eerie moonlight?
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