It was already completely dark outside, but there were bright lights in the barn.

The heavy concrete walls keep out all the horrors outside,—— it's safe here, and it's finally popular.

"What's your name?" Mosilaire handed a glass of warm boiled water to the "wild man" in front of him.

"Name......" The little savage drank the boiling water from the broken porcelain cup, stumbling over what she said.

"My name is ...... Lukewarm...... Maid. She blinked at Mosilaire with dark eyes, and pondered for a moment before saying her name.

Mosilaire raised an eyebrow in surprise. She had just asked tentatively, but she didn't expect Winnie to really understand the official language of the Empire. "Where are you from?"

"Tribe...... The tribe that is so far away should walk well...... For several days. Winnie, who seemed to have been thrown into a muddy pond and rolled around, gestured with her hands and feet.

"Tribe?" Our young ship destroyer frowned.

Mosilaire knew about the tribes, and the tribes in the fringe world were generally made up of early colonists.

After a hundred years of evolution, the colonists who had to hug each other because of various accidents will almost completely lose their former heritage and technology, and although the written language can be preserved, the backward productive forces are not enough to support the development of anything other than survival.

After all, a fringe planet out of the ZoC is only suitable for dealing with nuclear waste, enemies, or exes in the cargo hold of your ship. If you're going on an adventure, you'd better make sure you've left enough money for your little ones to go to college.

It is precisely because of such a harsh living environment that the tribesmen living on it can become quite united and tenacious. - Like some uncut leeks, their overwhelming crowd tactics can dwarf even the gene replica chambers crammed with nutrient solutions, wires, and bells and whistles of biological magic.

"You only say you're from the tribe, but why did you leave there,—— where are your companions?" Mosilaire was worried that Winnie would not understand if she spoke too quickly, so she slowed down her speech.

If Winnie hadn't panicked, it would have been possible that she had left her tribe and family before the Blizzard ended.

Mosilaire couldn't understand what a terrible thing could have been for a child to make such a desperate choice in such bad weather.

Winnie opened her mouth, but there was a look of fear on her face: "Ghost, it's a ghost...... Everyone is dead, and they are all eaten! ”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, and she almost jumped up from the soft cushion that Mosilaire had tied with grass in the barn.

Winnie began to shake her arms violently, and tried to put on a fierce look, as if trying to show Mosileelle what she called "ghost" by such a clumsy imitation.

But her performance was so abstract that Mosilere could only appreciate what she was conveying that was confusing about philosophy.

Fearing that her shouts would attract the Zombie Gentlemen who were staggering outside the base, Mosilaire pressed the little boy back to the mat and began to comfort Winnie softly in the gentlest tone she could.

Winnie looked around in a cramped manner, but was relieved to see the concrete walls that protected her as thick as a father's slap.

Mosilaire poured a little warm water for her, and after making sure that Winnie's mood was calm, he continued to ask some questions about what she was still puzzled about: "Dear Winnie, is this 'ghost' you are talking about looks like a human, but is not afraid of pain, walks slowly, and has a stupid mind similar to a warthog that has eaten fission uranium?" ”

Luckily, no warthogs in the vicinity could actually hear Mosiliel's talk, otherwise she would have to apologize for her inappropriate remarks.

Blinking twice, Winnie nodded hesitantly.

Mosilaire sighed sadly.

Winnie's tribe is probably suffering from a roaming horde of zombies,—— and it's not surprising that these low-productivity, poorly equipped tribesmen can't resist a large number of zombies with their primitive weapons - if they resist a wave of attacks, that's not unusual!

After hesitating for a while, Winnie told her that there were several other children and an adult who had been with her on the way to escape, but the adults were soon killed in an attack, and the other children either froze to death in despair, or died under the mouths of the zombies, and it was thanks to the blessing of the ancestral gods that she found the big house in the snow before starving to death.

Mosilaire was a good-hearted man, so he decided to take Winnie in for the time being.

- She wasn't stupid, so she searched Winnie's body to make sure she wasn't carrying any lethal weapons before she got up to boil some hot water.

Winnie had to wash her body well, and the tattered and black rag-like clothes needed to be rubbed vigorously.

It's very warm in the barn, and Winnie only has to keep her underwear, and it doesn't matter much if she doesn't wear a coat until the coat dries.

The charged rifle and stun gun she kept close to her at all times. Even tribal children are unlikely to shoot – or rather, their little brains may not even have a concept of "guns."

But being vigilant is never a bad thing, is it?

When Mosilere returned to the barn with a bucket of hot water from the newfound well, Winnie was staring curiously at the heater's heating sheet.

She couldn't seem to understand why this iron bump could exude a strange warmth, so she actually tried to touch the hot heating sheet with her fingers!

"Hey! - If you don't want to get burned, I suggest you better withdraw your right hand! The kind-hearted Mosilaire was startled by Winnie's little fool, and hurriedly reminded him.

Winnie immediately withdrew her almost baked fingers and looked at Mosilaire in fear.

Mosilaire thought it was amused, and finally just shook his head and put down the steaming hot water.

Afraid that Winnie would be shy, she returned to the kitchen with the peanuts that softened into a caterpillar every day, and made dinner for herself and the little peanuts. - Winnie should know that the water wasn't for her, right?

After warming up a pack of survival food, Mosilaire returned to the barn, where Winnie had washed herself and was lying on her back on a cushion that had been repaired by Mosilaire for many days and filled with plush water, and was staring at the magical light bulb again.

Fortunately, the light of the energy-saving light bulb is soft and not harsh, otherwise Winnie would have paid for her stupidity.

While Mosilaire was having dinner, Winnie sat beside her, staring straight at Mosilare's face—though Winnie didn't say it, Mosilaire already knew in her eyes everything she longed for.

Mosilaire struggled inwardly for a while, but still gave Winnie a piece of fragrant bacon.

Pulling out two smooth-cut branches like a trick, Miss Mosilaire, who was good at destroying machines and encouraging others, taught Winnie to eat with chopsticks, so that she would not have to grab the food directly, and avoid the embarrassment of having no friend's clothes to wipe after her hands were covered with oil.

When Mosilaire had finished his hard-won dinner, Winnie, who was lying comfortably on the mat, suddenly mysteriously took out a handful of round, yellow balls from the pocket of her jacket and gave most of them to Mosilele.

Winnie, with her eyes flashing brightly, said that it was edible, and Mosilaire hesitantly took the balls.

Confused, she stared at the little balls and tried to observe, and then looked closer, more closely, and finally confirmed that this was not Winnie's little toy that she had rubbed out of mud to fool herself.

When you hold it in front of you and smell it gently, a very sweet and wonderful fruit wood aroma bursts out, and it has a very sweet and fresh taste after biting it in your mouth.

These berries taste very good and will also give the eater a slight sense of pleasure.

This reminds Mosilaire of the Fairy Fruit, but this remote planetary variant seems to taste a little different from the well-received and improved Fairy Fruit in the Shining World.

Mosilaire is not a doctor of botany, so it is not clear whether they are biologically related. Winnie, who had stumbled upon it on the way, didn't quite understand, but at least she knew it wasn't poisonous,—— after all Winnie had eaten the berry several times, and hadn't been happy enough to be reunited with her companions before the ancestral gods.

Perhaps Mosilaire could grow these berries, and if successful, the base would have a steady source of fructose and vitamins - and furthermore, she could even dry a large number of berries into dried fruit and sell it to the tables of Mrs. Kuo all over the galaxy as a high-energy food that quickly replenishes sugar.

She felt like she was about to get rich. But only if she can grow them, and if they can bear fruit in a pitiful cultivation box - who knows if they will succeed if they don't try?

So Mosilaire recited fables, tales, and fairy tales, and sincerely promised to offer Winnie's birthday an unlimited amount of a traditional food from ancient China that was tastier and tastier than berries.

Winnie, who was almost dozing off with boring words, stopped throwing them into her mouth and stuffed the remaining berries into Mosilaire's hand with a glowing expression of anticipation.

Mosilele was a little weak-hearted, but never showed these things on his face. Winnie didn't notice her flaws, but seriously fantasized about the delicious food that was about to enter her stomach on the mat.

Mosilaire had some basic knowledge of planting, so he soaked the berries in clean water for a simple treatment. She really hoped that these little babes floating in the basin would surprise her.

Turning off the lights in the barn amid Winnie's shocked gaze, Mosilaire, who shared a pillow with Little Peanut, couldn't help but yawn.

The warm breeze blowing from the electric heater really makes people want to sleep, and the little stars outside the ventilation window of the barn are flashing more than the most elegant lullaby. - No one can lie down here and not sleep.

"What is a birthday?" Winnie, who was cowering beside her, suddenly asked Mosilele in a hesitant manner.