Thankfully, she finally didn't have to wake up from the lonely cold midnight anymore.

And she has electricity – even though there is only one wind turbine with a power of about 3,000 watts running, but with electricity, she can do many, many, many things.

With the plan to use it, she was able to activate some of the base's infrastructure, with the possibility of restoring the lighting, hydroponic systems, communication systems, and even the entertainment facilities — she noticed that the recreation room was not as locked as the other rooms, and that it contained an old computer that was probably kept out of sight of the invaders.

There might be some mini-games or movies in there, and if she's lucky, Mosilaire might be able to find undeleted system logs — she's still a little curious about the abandoned base's past, even if she doesn't know if the computer's hard drive will work after all these years.

Mosilare only hopes that this old antique doesn't explode on startup.

Over the next few days, Mosilere spent the days sorting through the resources at hand, and finding time to pick the locks on the doors of a few of the main rooms. - The lock in the security room was the strongest, and Mosilaire put the most effort into it.

Unfortunately, most of the stuff in these locked rooms is useless for the time being.

In addition, Mosilaire is doing the maintenance work of the infrastructure within the base.

The power system and communication system are the top priority, and the repair of the water purification and sewage treatment system can be slightly delayed.

Considering that she didn't know anything about plumbing repairs, and she didn't have a base-wide plumbing map, her desire to take a hot shower through the hot water pipe was probably put on hold for a long time.

But even though the water pipes had been damaged so much due to corrosion and the freezing and expansion of the water, Mosilaire was still able to find a way to take a hot bath.

Due to the heavy snowfall, the only wind turbine on the site was running at full capacity almost all the time.

In addition to the heaters and an energy-saving lamp of no more than 20 watts in the barn, a large amount of excess electricity is stored every day for the occasional power to be turned on.

The electric stove in the kitchen had been fixed the afternoon the day after she returned, and now Mosilele relied on this good baby who needed a little electricity to run perfectly.

Sometimes she boils several pots of hot water on top of it to wash her clothes, or washes her hair and wipes her body with a cotton cloth – even in difficult living conditions, personal hygiene is necessary.

She didn't want to sleep with the smell of the stinking smell, even if Little Peanut didn't dislike her - not to mention that her sloppy personal life could make her suffer from nasty diseases.

She needed to plan for the long term for her life on this planet, and every medicine and supply was precious at this time.

Interestingly, the intensity of the snow storms had diminished significantly over the past few days since the day before yesterday, much to the delight of Mosilaire – she thought that the snow storms on the planet would never stop!

She thought to herself that when the blizzard had completely stopped, she would be able to work outdoors for long periods of time, and that when the snow had melted, Mosilaire would be able to return to the ship's crash site to recover more resources and parts.

The main indoor planting greenhouse is very large, but unfortunately most of the stored crop seeds have been rotted into drunkard's vomit due to the long period of low temperature and lack of management,—— so Mosileelle only repaired a small part of the hydroponic facilities, and turned them all to a power-saving shutdown, and the only few rows of clay cultivation boxes were planted by her to grow some cabbage and greens that could be used to spice up the taste.

All cultivation equipment in the base is of high quality. This upgraded type of incubator has its own light, which consumes much more electricity than a traditional clay incubator, but it is still a lot more cost-effective than using an additional solar lamp in the greenhouse that does not fully utilize the light area.

The high-grade clay clay boxes were moved to the barn by Mosilere, so that she could make full use of the only heater she had repaired to provide enough temperature to the crops—saving some of the electricity needed to sustain the other heaters, as well as some parts for repairing the appliances.

All in all, a high-power heater in a barn is enough to sustain life.

Although they were removed from the plant supply system due to unauthorized movement, the water supply in the base was a mess, so Mosilair didn't mind manually irrigating these cute little vegetables.

- And the planting area is not large, so counting the time spent on the crop, Mosilaire actually only spends more than ten minutes a day on it.

These soft vegetables would grow in a high-grade clay cultivation box for about half a month, and the food she brought back last time was almost enough to last that long, so how much food she could bring back from the crash site after the snow melted became the most important question at the moment.

Best of all, she can find seeds for high-calorie crops in storage tanks, such as staple crops like potatoes, corn, rice, and wheat - if it weren't for the fact that she didn't have any extra seeds on hand, she would have filled all the clay cultivation boxes in the base.

You ask her why she doesn't use a hydroponic array that works better? If Mosilaire could find even a little bit of hydroponic nutrient solution, she thought she would be willing.

The days stumbled by with the hammer rattling, and it had been nearly a week since Mosiliel's last adventurous outing.

The blizzard outside the base had completely stopped yesterday, and only occasionally there was a brief burst of violent snow. - It seems that the planet is not frozen forever, and she doesn't have to worry about her future anymore.

The outside temperature has stabilized at around -21°C for the past few days, and it is barely able to carry out long hours of outdoor work for Mosilaire, who is dressed in layers of clothing.

The snow-covered cypress pines not far away are fluffy and cute, and have shown a little visible green for her.

Taking advantage of the rare sunny day, Mosilaire patched and covered up the holes in the main body of the base with some found scrap wood and broken iron plates, and several smaller roof gaps were nailed up by her after shoveling the snow.

Although the snow has not yet melted, the zombies around the base that have not been seen for many days have gradually appeared like epiphysis, and there is a trend of continuous growth.

This made Mosilele a lot more careful at work - she had to keep her noise as low as possible, and she had to be on the lookout for a walking dead coming out of her to eat her. - Not to mention the foul smell that it had all over its body, and the only gift it could get its hands on was a fat white maggot that was so well fed.

Her work was slowed down by her whimsical thoughts, but it was still acceptable.

As evening approached, Mosilaire put away his tools and decided to end the day.

Climbing back to the interior of the base from the roof along a small, crooked ladder that she might have made ugly, Mosilaire was surprised to find that the door to the base had been opened with a small opening.

This gate took her two days to make, although the door of the thick iron sheet splicing is very rough and cumbersome, but because it is a chute door, it doesn't take much effort to open, and it is a perfect thing to defend against dumb zombies.

- It's just that the door lock she designed is a bit complicated to make, so in fact, this door has not yet been installed with any locks - Mosilaire was not too worried at first, but she didn't expect that her base would have an uninvited guest the day after the snowstorm stopped.

As for the possibility of saying that it is a zombie to open the door? Mosilaire only thought about it for a second,—— if these nerds could learn to open the door, her Chinese level 4 exam would be all the right multiple-choice questions.

Judging from Mosilere's current state of study, the difficulty of achieving the two is not much different.

So Mosilaire removed the charged rifle he was carrying, and reached out to reduce the power of the charged bullet to a tenth.

She was still unable to judge the intentions of the comers, or whether they harbored sufficient malice, and she felt it necessary to do so in order to prevent the irreparable tragic consequences of a possible misunderstanding.

But if the opponent has obvious hostile and dangerous behavior, she promises to shoot as soon as possible, and although the one-tenth power charge will not directly kill the target, it will make the target faint immediately due to the severe pain caused by the bullet.

Calming his breath, Mosilaire slowly leaned into the barn.

Her main concern is the peanuts and the large amount of supplies she keeps in the barn.

Although the sweat on her forehead from manual labor made her itch a little because her long hair stuck to her face, and the sweat that flowed into the corners of her eyes made her want to close her sore eyes, she still had no distraction to say good things to herself as a way to cheer her up.

She steadied her vigorous steps and approached the door of the barn, which she remembered when she came out, and Peanuts were reluctant to leave the barn because of the low temperature outside,—— maybe ,—— maybe an uninvited guest was inside.

Mosilaire was so nervous that she almost forgot to breathe, and she cheered herself up and pulled the barn door open, and shouted in her loudest voice:

"Don't move!"

Loud shouts often have the effect of intimidating the enemy, but only often, not necessarily.

The "wild man" who was crouching on the ground only looked up at the fussed Mosilaire, and continued to gobble down an open bag of survival food as if nothing had happened.

In front of the "wild man" were several bags of survival food. Of course, it's empty.

Generally speaking, two servings of a standard packaged survival food can provide the energy needed for a normal man to be strenuous for a day's activities.

After recovering from the first few days of hunger and thirst, Mosilaire's diet was basically stable at two packets of packaged survival food a day - to be precise, she and Little Peanut should have eaten two packets a day.

As you can imagine, this guy is extremely hungry - or rather, this guy's belly is terrifyingly large.

Mosilaire glanced at the bag on the floor, so angry that she almost burned her hair into beautiful wavy curls.

"I said, don't move!" Mosilaire pretended to shoot, and it was only then that the savage, uncultured creature finally stopped his rude eating.

The "wild man" swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, and even licked his black fingers in front of Mosilaire before slowly raising his hands.

Peanut, who was lying in front of the heater, had only wagged its tail when Mosilaire came in and yelled, and was now completely unconscious.