"Hahaha, big catch!"

When the two container trucks stopped in the base, and a large amount of hot sauce was displayed in front of Song Xiaya, the woman's face was covered with brilliant flowers.

The current hydropower plant base is not short of food, but the type of food and the intake of trace elements have always been a problem.

And, most importantly, these hot sauces are very easy to store, which is also a big advantage in the last days.

After summoning people to put all these supplies into the base's newly expanded warehouse, the entire base was filled with a light atmosphere, especially in the faint fragrance of a few roast sheep in the air.

"Like, it's going to be the New Year?"

Song Xiaya, who was preparing the supplies for the dinner, suddenly remembered something and muttered to herself.

With Song Xiaya's words, Jiang Xiaoyu, who was counting the fish and meat on the side, also took a look.

Then the girls looked at each other in unison, ran out of the warehouse, and opened the tablet that served as the base's ledger.

When Song Xiaya clicked on the calendar, looked at the bright red words of the thirtieth month under the number, and then compared it with the perpetual calendar watch in He Qing's hand, a large group of women seemed to have been immobilized, and they all fell into a daze.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Wei, who was passing by, asked with some curiosity.

Song Xiaya turned her head, bit her lip lightly, and said word by word.

"Tomorrow will be the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve."

Wang Wei was also stunned.

As the news gradually spread to the entire team, everyone who heard the news couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Spring Festival?"

Gao Shiping stopped the work in his hand, looked at the busy workshop, and said quietly.

"Spring Festival?"

Zhao Chenchen, who was on the city wall, turned his head to look at the surging river outside, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"Spring Festival?"

He Qing, who was doing research on the Amida protozoa, and Cai Yuzhuo also said in unison.

For Chinese people, the Spring Festival every year is a day of family reunion.

In the past, the wave of returning to the hometown during the Spring Festival every year is enough to prove the importance of this day to people.

No matter how far away and tired you are, as long as you can get home, the family can sit at the dinner table and say happy Spring Festival together, it is happiness.

And in the last days, just two years is not enough for people to forget the memories in their blood.

Last year's Spring Festival, Song Xiaya can't remember clearly.

The date in the end times didn't make sense, she just remembered that she seemed to spend the whole winter in a cave on the food reserves.

I almost starved to death in that cave.

It's not just her, almost everyone on the team remembers their past.

Fall from high world dominance and live in peace and tranquility without before.

People had to try to sell their physical strength, take jobs they were not familiar with, and even look like animals in the garbage heaps to get through those difficult days.

No takeaways, no shopping malls, no movies, no laughter.

People need to struggle for hungry bellies and sleep at night, and their hearts have long been out of time to care about festivals.

In this world, it's not easy to live is the best, and it's still a festival?

And now, looking at the materials piled up in front of them, the busy base, and the familiar team members around them, another emotion rises in people's hearts.

It seems that they are not the same now as before?

"Song Xiaya, I apply to use my points to buy cosmetics, a full set of cosmetics, no matter how many points!"

With Zhao Chenchen's words, a large number of girls focused their eyes on Song Xiaya.

Every woman loves beauty, it's just that they haven't dressed themselves up in a long time.

Life has to be happy, and now that they can enjoy life, who knows what tomorrow will bring?

With Zhao Chenchen's words, a large group of women suddenly seemed to go crazy and began to exchange the points they usually cherished for cosmetics that were almost useless in the last days.

"These women are crazy, aren't they?"

Jiang Mingrui was a little dumbfounded and looked at the women who had already begun to cut each other's hair and perm their hair in the square.

"Stinky boy, you know a fart."

Li Xinhong, who was beside him, smiled slightly, and worked harder and harder.

Compared to these ordinary men, who were full of strength and showed their strength all the time, Ma Tiantong and some other men sneaked to the material exchange office.

"That little blue pill, kidney treasure pill or something, I want to exchange a little ......"

Anyway, all of a sudden, the atmosphere of the entire base changed.

There were people patrolling the city walls, shaving with a razor while patrolling.

With the mutual consent of Wang Wei and Song Xiaya, the workshop was suspended, and a large number of team members flocked to the square and began to hang banners and balloons.

Everyone's faces were filled with joy, and even if someone wrote the "Fu Zi" staggering, it was kindly tolerated by people.

"It's out, it's out."

"Hurry up!"

When the bathhouse at the base opened, men naked and wearing only a pair of shorts walked out of the steaming bathhouse proudly.

Even in the cold wind, these guys seem to be like a spring breeze, showing their "muscles" to the fullest.

"Go aside, show off a yarn, I'll grab time!"

Just when the men who were waiting to take a bath were disgusted and despised, a somewhat coquettish female voice made all the men present passionate.

"Oops, someone's peeping!"

"Catch the pervert!"

In the midst of the roar of chickens and dogs, the "Little Mouse" beauty shop on the other side of the square was officially opened.

The technical school girls, who haven't touched their own crafts for a long time, took out all kinds of tools to take care of the young ladies' faces.

"Oops, does my lipstick look good?"

"Nan Nan, how about choosing this color for my hair?"

The men running, the women competing with each other, accompanied by the flickering lights of the base, accompanied by the thick smell of roast lamb full of cumin in the air, made the whole rat expedition seem to be a little different.

Leng Hao, who had just woken up from his dream, listened to the noise outside the door, stretched his waist, pushed open the door, and walked out slowly.

"Why are you so noisy?"

"I'm pushing your lungs, what's going on?"

Looking at the girls trying on evening dresses in the cold wind, and looking at the boys who were holding combs in their hands and grooming each other's hair, Leng Hao suddenly became smart.

"Am I out of space?"

Just when Leng Hao thought he was dreaming, Song Xiaya in the distance found him.

"Leng Hao, tomorrow will be the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Chinese New Year's Eve."

"Happy New Year, Captain!"

With Song Xiaya's shout, the large group of team members turned their heads and shouted at Leng Hao.

"Happy New Year, everyone!"

Looking at the people with smiles on their faces and joy in their eyes, Leng Hao couldn't help but smile.