September 13, 363 Wood Flare

Recently, there have been endless incidents of crowd fights at the base, and the small excavators in the underground cave are only halfway built, but the remaining few people in the engineering department have all entered the medical center.

This incident did not happen underground, but on the ground, and a few of them made a lot of nonsense at the miners in the bar, which caused a violent beating, so that all the base engineers were wiped out, and I am afraid that no one will build those metal blocks in a short time.

Jared. Horan was furious about this, and when he cursed the miners who participated in the brawls, he mentioned material punishment, only to be punished by the powerful Tressen. Ed fell with a punch, fractured his jaw, and lost three teeth.

Ed was confined by Anderson for this, and I heard that several people from the security department were still 'educating' him last night, avenging their good buddy Jared.

Perhaps the after-effects of long-term colonization have begun to take effect, and I think there are indeed a lot more violent incidents in the base than in the past.

There is a puddle of blood in the bar now, and it is necessary to make Anderson. Cage considered whether to force it off.

But I think that's going to cause even more commotion.

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A laid-back and boring life that turns these fools into idiots......

Steven walked alone on the metal pavement of the port area, and in the morning before the start of work, the sun on Dionysus was almost getting rid of the prickly heat, and a bunch of slackers were still hiding in the small dark room with the filter window fully open!

Since the planetary rotation speed of Cadmus is much greater than that of Provistown, the template planet of the Silver Alliance's standard timekeeping, Cadmus can alternate day and night up to four times in a standard day, so there is also a colonial saying of 'go to work twice and sleep twice'.

In order to keep everything in sync with the heart of the distant Yinmeng, the 'Better Tomorrow' planetary colonization book stipulates that its industries must be strictly implemented according to this schedule, and for this huge enterprise that monopolizes almost all of the Yinmeng's vehicle manufacturing industry, following the pace of the headquarters is the absolute truth.

This move has obviously won the endorsement and recognition of some authoritative medical institutions.

"Compared with the synchronization with the stars, when living and living on non-standard planets, the same sleep time and daily routine will greatly reduce the occurrence of colonial diseases, and it is also extremely beneficial from the perspective of mental health." A certain head of the department at the famous medical university in Sixue City once said this in Steven's colonial training course.

But after more than a year in the colony, Steven's original beliefs had changed considerably.

The idea of more than eight hours of sleep is just! And it stenched like the professional salesmen and the base mining specialists.

He came to this conclusion after countless attempts to respond to this truth.

The frequent day-night changes and the rigidity of a standard routine of faith undoubtedly made Steven's already restless lifestyle even worse.

Most of the time, going to Lenny's Bar at night and spending a few bucks on a bottle of home-brewed soju is indeed a helpless but effective way to numb oneself by letting the disgusting liquid, which is full of rusty metal and motor oil, hot and spicy across the throat, burning in the stomach, and then dizzy.

But even so, when you wake up a few hours later, the hangover is still beating in the nerves in your head, but your spirit will quickly recover.

Sometimes, Steven even thinks that sleep is the stupidest form of rest in the history of human evolution, because if you can stay awake all the time, who would be happy to deliberately shorten the limited time in a useless bed?

Born is to sleep, and when you are an adult, you still have to sleep, even if you are far from the comfortable environment, come to this mining planet where birds don't, suffer from the short and intense light, and the same short but unbearable night, but still have to sleep early and late, and abide by the colonial code in the name of beauty.

If you want to sleep, you can sleep all the time when you die! Sleep till you die! Sleep until the sea is dry! Steven cursed viciously in his heart.

For some reason, he felt that his recent mental state was indeed a little too angry, irritable and irritable, and always filled with righteous indignation.

Maybe this is the negative effect of not seeing the finals of the "Wheat Cup", and this is all to blame on the hypocrite Robert who is treacherous and has a back on his face in front of him! Steven found the most appropriate reason for his psychological bizarreness.

It doesn't take long to get from the port of discharge to Lenny's Bar, and the 'Better of Tomorrow' mining base in Cadmus, while well-equipped and expensive, is less than half the size of the family's 'Lower Farm'.

Steve had just walked to the door of the bar and was about to push the door in, but the door had already opened from the inside. Atala walked out the door with a large broom in his hand. As soon as she looked up at Steven, she muttered a few words, and with one hand turned the 'not yet open' wooden sign on the doorknob.

"Baby Lenny, you're such a hard-working woman." Steven said to her with a smile on his face. "I'm a little envious of that bastard who married you as his daughter-in-law in the future."

"Bastards like that will never exist." Lenny rolled her eyes at him. "Come early in the morning to pour the soup," she muttered, turning and walking in the door, the door opening and closing by inertia.

"The attitude of rejecting people is always so charming." Steven smashed his mouth and was about to enter the house, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the wooden sign on the doorknob, which was pale and white, and there was no word written on it, and he frowned a little strangely, and pushed the door into the bar.

The bar looked clean after Lenny's cleaning and tidying up, a dozen round tables were neatly arranged, the long-backed chairs were halfway down, and Lenny put the broom away and was moving the other half without saying a word.

In the corner of the half-human-height bar was a man lying on his stomach, dressed as a pilot of a UNDP transport ship, motionless until Steven approached, seemingly unawake from a hangover. Steven dragged a garden bench not far from him, thought for a moment, and asked Lenny, who looked unhappy, "Did he just come here or did he fall here last night?" ”

Lenny's Bar is not always open because Lenny is the only bartender, and it is generally a matter of pushing and pushing down the hangover miners and the idle colonists.