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The entire space station has been re-searched.

There were only one hundred and sixty-three people left, and none of them were in very good shape.

After the nuclear level of the earth, a year of cosmic government hegemony.

True peace has finally arrived.

Mom renamed the space station Forester to commemorate or thank Forester for all that Forester had brought.

It was said that it was real peace, but after that, everyone had a hard time.

But everyone insisted on being together and did not give up, and did not give up this life, which is equivalent to starting from scratch.

All 163 people stayed at the China Station, where the capsule room was big enough for everyone to live.

All other space stations are on standby to store enough energy to supply the fields with only a small amount of energy.

Yes, other space stations are used for farming.

Lay organic nutrient soil in areas that receive sunlight, and encourage everyone to collect food scraps and manure for fertilizer with the advice of my mother's group.

Because supplies are extremely limited, everyone seems to be playing a strategic management game of teamwork.

Every day, everyone is given a ration of water and food, which can barely reach a young person's daily consumption or even less.

Older people tend to give food to young people who are energetic and energetic, while young people are careful and responsible to cultivate the land.

In this way, everyone still needs to work hard to cultivate, and the South Korean station and the Russian station connected to China have become a large space field.

Mom led everyone to plant fields in the space station, and even guarded the space fields 24 hours a day, observing changes and preventing vandalism.

During this time, some seeds and vegetables were also found on other space stations, all of which were transplanted and cultivated.

There are edible plants and fruits in it, and everyone is waiting for more and better food.

The days began to move backwards, year by year towards a better future.

In the beginning, it was difficult to even drink porridge, but later there were some fruits and flavorful vegetable soup.

Later, with the technology of refining vegetable oil and vegetable oil, better tasting stir-fry was invented.

The greatest invention of this period was the sweat of the refined table salt, which finally made these foods even better.

With a hint of flavor, we ushered in what the forest farmer called a new life.

Every week, we would sing the national anthem of the forester around the nuclear-leveled earth, with lyrics written by the wedding celebrant.

It was arranged by an engineer on a computer, and my mother sang with it.

The lyrics and content commemorate the source of our birth and remember the planet.

But we don't know exactly what's going on Earth, and the only computer that receives it on the ground hasn't been hearing from Earth since the day the nuclear level began.

And now we're the new humans, living in a space capsule.

A space station on top of this Earth, where a vegetarian diet is served.

Regardless of skin color, Chinese is spoken, and the languages of other countries are only remembered and exist in the encyclopedia by a few people.

Electricity is generated by solar energy, and water is distilled by solar heat reflection.

The food is mainly rice, supplemented by other vegetables and fruits.

Everyone returned to the primitive form of bartering and developed the habit of helping those in need as much as possible.

We have now become true communism, a communist republic at its most basic.

I grew up, I was twenty-four and my mother was forty-eight.

The population also grew from 163 to more than 200 in 15 years.

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