Chen Yang boarded a research vessel bound for Antarctica. It would take about five days to reach the Antarctic continent, so he stayed on the ship and didn't go out much.
He underestimated the size of the Earth. He was used to being able to traverse an entire micro-world in a matter of minutes, but in reality, the micro-world is not even as big as the Australian continent, and it is even smaller when placed in the ocean.
The research vessel isn't a cruise ship; efficiency is paramount, and it's not as large, so it's much faster. Even so, it still takes four or five days. The return trip is similar, but Chen Yang will be on a cruise ship. Not back to Australia, but to South America.
During the few days he stayed in bed, Chen Yang hardly went out. The research vessel was only so big, and going out would inevitably lead to encountering other people. He didn't want to have too much contact with others, even when eating; he had prepared food in his spatial ring long ago.
If Chen Yang hadn't come out once to admire the scenery, they would have all thought he had died in his room.
When Chen Yang was bored in his room, he would read books or play on his phone, chatting with others while there was still a signal. In the evenings, he would go directly to the micro-world.
These past few days have been the rainy season in Weijie, with rain almost non-stop, and everything feels wet.
At this point, the effects of a well-constructed campsite become apparent.
They have a common area for public activities, and the camp center has stone paths that aren't muddy, so people can easily visit each other.
Since outdoor work was inconvenient, everyone worked indoors.
Processing silkworm silk, weaving yarn, and necessary woodworking.
It wasn't the rainy season on the Loess Plateau, so Grandpa Yun, along with Yun Hu and others, went to pick cotton in a cotton field he had discovered in the barren mountains. They brought the necessary tools with them, planning to process the cotton before coming back.
However, they did not take the original route, but a route that Jack had discovered.
He discovered that if you travel south from the Eastern Chieftain Grassland and cross the Eastern Boundary River, you can enter the desolate area where Grandpa Yun is located. It's easier to get to the cotton fields from there, as the Eastern Boundary River is very gentle, and all you need to cross is a small wooden raft.
To reach the Eastern UAE grasslands, they only need to pass through the Four Gates, saving both time and effort.
Their plan was to pick cotton there, process it simply, and bring it back so that the camp would have cotton-padded clothes and blankets.
When the camp returned for the next winter, they had even less to worry about keeping warm. They wouldn't need to get up in the middle of the night to add firewood to the underfloor heating; the cotton blankets were much more practical and comfortable than animal hides.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged women were all engrossed in knitting, making sweaters, socks, and scarves, and had knitted quite a few.
Li Su'er and Li Ye also knitted many clothes for the child themselves, so that the child could wear them as soon as he was born.
Grandma Chen Yang knew how to make tiger-head shoes. When Li Su'er visited her, she learned the craft. As a result, all the girls in the camp started learning to make tiger-head shoes, regardless of whether they were married or not, as long as they didn't have children yet.
Suddenly, many households found a pair of tiger-head shoes in their rooms.
Chen Yang is also working on making some toys for his future child. He has already finished the crib, and he is still researching the baby walker and a slightly larger high chair.
Therefore, Chen Yang often spent time in the woodworking shop sawing wood.
Watching adorable little pieces of furniture come to life in his hands, he felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment and looked forward to the birth of his child with increasing anticipation.
After this spiritual cleansing, he was able to better understand children's emotions, which were very innocent and pure.
To be honest, he really can do prenatal education and instill some enlightening ideas in the child, which will make the child more obedient after birth.
However, he did not do that, as he felt it would disrupt the baby's state in the womb.
He considered playing music for unborn babies as meaningless actions. He only agreed with one point about prenatal education: the mother's emotions affect the child. Therefore, as long as Li Su'er was happy, he didn't need to do anything unnecessary.
Li Su'er had also considered whether to have Chen Yang do prenatal education for the child, because Chen Liu was so smart that she felt a bit of pressure and was afraid that she would give birth to a little fool.
However, after hearing Chen Yang's idea, he gave up on the idea of prenatal education. As long as the child is happy, that's all that matters. Not every child needs to be smart, intelligent, well-behaved, and sunny. It's good for children to have different personalities.
The campsite during the rainy season exudes a stronger sense of daily life. People visit each other's homes and find things to do, so they don't feel bored or idle.
Chen Yang sat on a small stool at the door of his little wooden house, eating watermelon and watching the rain flow down from the roof tiles. Suddenly, he felt like a middle-aged man.
He'll be thirty years old this year. By the traditional Chinese age reckoning, he's already thirty. He's not old, but he's not young either.
A man is supposed to be established by thirty, but he accomplished some of the most fulfilling things in his life by that age.
Money is no object; family life is perfect; not to mention career, even setting aside the Micro Realm Inn, just the construction of campsites within the Micro Realm is an extraordinary undertaking.
He transformed a place from nothing into the nascent form of a small town; what more could he ask for?
"Luckily, the micro-world is big enough to continue upgrading, otherwise I really would have no purpose in life." Chen Yang chuckled self-deprecatingly, throwing the watermelon rind in his hand into the trash can. The trash can was also handmade, with a layer of sheet metal inside the wooden bucket, making it easy to clean.
The campsite's trash consists mostly of kitchen waste or other natural waste. Nothing is non-biodegradable, and most of the trash can be reused or left to decompose naturally.
They regularly collect the trash and dump it in Night Forest, where it can be used as waste. The stench is nothing to the forest; it's less smelly than an animal carcass.
Chen Yang stayed in the micro-world for a sufficient amount of time before logging out before 8:00 AM, which was exactly 8:00 AM in reality.
Before most of the researchers got up, Chen Yang took the European Emperor to the deck to practice boxing. He had been practicing in his room for the past two days on the ship, and had lost contact for a day or two in the past few days as he had been traveling. The time he had spent in the micro-world was too short.
They were very close to Antarctica. The air around them was extremely cold. Standing on the deck was like being a steam engine; you could breathe hot air just by opening your mouth.
At times like this, punching a box is really warming. Although Chen Yang wasn't cold, he still felt a lot when he started punching. He felt that he had recently hit a bottleneck. The old man said that he had touched the threshold of the grandmaster level.
"You know kung fu?"
A male researcher in his forties happened to get up and saw Chen Yang practicing boxing. He said in surprise.
Chen Yang paused for a moment, nodded, and then continued practicing his boxing. There was nothing wrong with showing it to others.
The researcher didn't disturb him and just watched Chen Yang.
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