Earlier the next day, Mosilelle planted the berries that had been soaked overnight in some empty cultivation boxes, and irrigated them a little with some ice water that had melted in the barn, hoping that the little things that had been buried in the soil would thrive.

As for the other verdant vegetables that had been growing in a comfortable temperature for half a month, they were the size of Mosilaire's palm, and should be ready to eat in a little while. But they still lack staple food – the kind that fills their stomachs.

The snow melted quite quickly, and Ding Ling could see the meltwater reflecting the sunlight flowing into a silver river by the eaves without opening the door.

It was estimated that in a few days, with a little less soft snow on the ground, they would be able to set off to the ship's crash site to collect supplies.

Considering that there was another half-baked colonist in the base, Mosilare always felt that this matter should be done as soon as possible, as soon as possible.

After finishing his menial work, Mosilaire smoothed his messy hair before opening the door to the barn.

Now the temperature outside has stabilized at about minus four or five degrees, and in the afternoon when the temperature is higher, it can even reach minus two or three degrees, so Mosilaire will take off his thick coat when he is doing heavy work, just put on a warm coat.

Winnie didn't seem to have had a good night's rest in a long time, so Mosilaire didn't wake her up when she woke up this morning, and didn't pretend to see Winnie drooling and sucking her fingers.

It wasn't until she had completely sealed all the holes in the roof and climbed down for lunch that she remembered to smile and wake up Winnie, who had slept for about ten hours.

Winnie seemed embarrassed about this, and seemed a little weak when eating, and tried to be as graceful and reserved as she tried to pick up the food with chopsticks - Winnie's movements were still stiff and rusty, but for a beginner, she did a really good job.

After a relaxed lunch, Winnie solemnly rejected Mosilele's suggestion to take another lunch break, and insisted on being involved in Mosilere's work.

However, Winnie was still young, only about 14 years old, and she had not yet mastered any professional skills, so her work was limited to simple tasks such as handing over tools and pouring a few glasses of water for Mosilaire when she was busy.

Mosilele wanted to ask her for some information, but Winnie seemed to lack common sense about many mundane things - so Mosilele was pestered to explain to her the relationship between electricity, wires, and lights.

In fact, it feels quite good to be a teacher, and Winnie will listen very carefully, and she will not fall asleep as soon as the class bell rings in college like her.

Since Winnie's freshly washed coat hadn't dried yet, Mosilaire didn't ask her much to help because she was worried about freezing in the workshop, and the bored Winnie spent most of her time playing with peanuts in the barn, or scribbling on the concrete floor with some charcoal.

Mosilaire wanted her to be the next Leonardo da Vinci, so that she could get a beautiful portrait from Miss Winnie for free—Winnie wouldn't refuse, she didn't look like such an impersonal person.

After sorting out the trivial things, the afternoon was all used by Mosileelle to build a simple carrying vehicle, which was about the shape of a wheelbarrow, but larger, so that she could use it to carry more supplies back at once.

Because of the wide variety of tools stored in the base, Mosilaire's work to build the cart went smoothly - except that her drawings were professional and beautiful, but the things she made were really miserable.

The abstract, ugly, "postmodernist" cart that seemed to be trying to express some artistic idea but couldn't hold anything out in the end consisted of a large number of twisted components and iron sheets of different colors, but thankfully it was able to move, and the trolley with a shock absorber installed by Moschelaire could be pushed smoothly against the uneven ground, and the crooked spokes did not seem to interfere with the wheel's operation.

It took Moschelaire two afternoons to build the wheelbarrow, and after a brief test, Mosilaire confirmed that it should be able to carry the rest of the task.

Sixteen days had passed since Mosilaire's last outing, and Winnie had adjusted to the closed life of the base, but there wasn't much food left, and only a thin 3 servings of survival food in the sealed bag.

Vegetables do not provide daily energy, and the newly sprouted berries can only be used for viewing for the time being.

They couldn't delay any longer, unless they could get dozens of pounds of worm meat out of thin air in their empty food storage. - But this is, of course, unrealistic delusions.

On the night the wheelbarrow was built, Mosilaire shared with Winnie her plans to gather supplies, and candidly asked her if she would like to go to the ship's crash site together.

Despite Mosilere's repeated stress that there might be a lot of "ghosts" that Winnie feared around the crash site, Winnie readily agreed.

In Winnie's tribe, this kind of dangerous work had always been done only by young and strong adult males, and it was not usually her turn as a half-grown girl,—— so she regarded Mosilaire's trust as a kind of honor and responsibility.

The last packets of survival food were eaten by them as supper, and the silence of the night was finally revealed outside the skylight of the barn with the lights off.

The bright galaxy hung a few feet away from them. Mosilele points out some of the dazzling star clusters for Winnie and tells her that the beautiful stars belong to a galaxy cluster called Pegasus.

Mosilelle's home might have been there, for there was a mild melancholy in her brown eyes as she said this.

Unfortunately, Winnie couldn't understand what a galaxy cluster was for a moment - she thought that Mosilele lived on one of thousands of suns, and since it was called Pegasus, everyone in it was supposed to be horseback riding,—— right?

The next day it was Winnie who woke Mosilaire from the straw mat. The sleepy-eyed Mosilaire was about to praise this little lazy worm who had woken up earlier than herself, but was first attracted by what Winnie had in her hand.

Winnie, who had made a mess of her freshly washed laundry, was proudly showing Mosilele what she had in her hands, as if she had picked up a gold bar that had been lost by someone at the door—but she was holding three round eggs, which looked only slightly smaller than the eggs.

With his eyes closed, Mosilaire could have guessed that the eggs must have been picked up from a tree by the unconscious little guy who had escaped from outside the base.

Although she rubbed Winnie's head in appreciation, Mosilaire then harshly criticized Winnie's dangerous behavior, repeatedly emphasizing that she must never sneak out of the safety of the base next time.

Winnie was a little aggrieved, but earnestly agreed to Mosilelle's request. Mosilaire examined Winnie's body again and made sure there were no wounds on her body before getting up to wash up and prepare for today's breakfast.

She pulled a few green, fat greens out of the cultivation box, cleaned them, cut them into small pieces, and poured them into the beaten egg mixture.

Sprinkle some fine salt on top, mix them well and pour them into the pot.

Lacking oil to lubricate the bottom of the pan, Mosilele had to stir-fry her breakfast – and she ended up with a steaming plate of ugly crushed eggs on a small plate. Fortunately, at least not scorched.

It didn't seem to whet the appetite of diners, but it tasted okay, and Mosilaire and Winnie shared the large plate of broken eggs by the stove, and of course, Peanut, a member of the colony, also got some soft scrambled eggs.

In a few hours, Mosilaire and Winnie will have to make their way to the crash site - apparently, no one wants this to be a one-way trip with no return.

Towards departure, Mosilaire handed over the high-voltage stun gun to Winnie.

Simply taught her how to use it, Mosilaire instructed her to use such dangerous items only in dangerous situations - Winnie was a quick learner, so Mosilaire finally rewarded her with a delicious energy bar filled with crushed peanuts, chocolate, and syrups.

There was still some left of the energy bar, and she put it in her pants pocket to quickly recover her strength on the road.

Mosilaire also resized his previous bag to fit Winnie's size. - After all, she has to push a small cart, and if she carries a large bag stuffed with things, it will seriously affect her movement speed, and in the end, it is likely that this excessive greed will lead to unnecessary accidents and dangers.

The gluttonous snakes all died in the end. This is a truth that she was taught by her elders when she was very young.

After observing the distribution of the walking corpses around him from the rooftop, Mosilaire planned a route to avoid them as much as possible.

After a short preparation, the two officially left the safety of the base and set out on a dirt road that was muddy due to the melting snow.

It's 13°C outside, and the zombies on the road are much quicker than Mosilaire had when he first met them—and even so, they're still as slow as old tortoises carrying rocks.

But the sparse and unbroken zombie figures on the road can exert a huge psychological pressure on Mosilaire and Winnie all the time.

No one knows where these terrible things come from or where they're going. The zombies' footsteps are slow but steady, and perhaps only death can stop those rotten and stinking bodies once and for all—like the next.

With a delicate and elegant burst of shots, Mosilaire easily blew the ugly heads of the two zombies blocking their path—much to Winnie's awe and curiosity about the charged rifle in her hand.

Funny enough, the first time she saw Mosilaire holding it, she thought it was a strangely shaped spear!