During this time, in addition to receiving sporadic trivial messages from Gathering Point 3 every day, Mosilaire also intercepted a shortwave text message from a guy who called himself "Shiraishi Shalon" to the fringe colonies.

Chalon says that he has a spaceship on the planet, and at the end of the message he encloses the coordinates of the ship, promising that he will leave the marginal world with everyone who goes to the spaceship and fly to the infinite starry sky, a symbol of freedom. - This hilarious message made Mosilele think that this "Shiraishi Salon" was a fool at all.

Judging from the coordinates, the spaceship is nearly 3,000 kilometers away from himself and others in a straight line,—— 3,000 kilometers in this zombie-infested world? Mosilaire felt that it would be more realistic to wait for the plate to move and drag them over.

What's more, the rain of surface-to-air missiles from the Mechanical Corps that day left an extremely deep impression on her.

Although most of the MechCorps left the planet after the Knife's spaceship blew up, reports of attacks from the gathering ground and the occasional small scout robot around the base suggest that the Mech Corps is still monitoring the area.

They don't seem to be in a hurry to attack the fringe colonies, but presumably because this currently impoverished base is of little offensive value.

After consulting with everyone, Mosilele characterizes the so-called "White Rock Chalon" as a fledgling pirate, after all, only such a fool would weave such clumsy lies and traps.

Everyone agreed with Mosilele's analysis, and suggested that Mr. Shiraishi be permanently blacklisted from communications to prevent him from making more sales calls to the fringe colonies in the future.

Mosilaire did so, and was proud that he had prevented something bad.

In addition to these laughable things, Mosilaire has accomplished something that she is proud of and boasts about in the past few days.

Using the spare parts sent from the gathering and her own advanced repair skills, as well as a little meticulous thought and demanding perfection, she succeeded in completely repairing an electric melter and machining table in the base's workshop—even better than the original in some respects—at least in her own opinion.

Although the classified assembly bench for precision machining was unable to work due to the lack of the necessary high-quality electronics, making it impossible for the base to produce its own parts until it received the next batch of high-grade parts that would be delivered from the gathering site in about a month and a half, Bender relied on some of the existing steel in the base to melt and cast a few simple steel helmets with electric melters and machining tables - Mosilaire wanted to help too, but since Bender learned from Winnie that the piles in the corners of the warehouse were about to rust, such as " After the artwork "General Abstract Trolley "AE86" was created by Mosilele, he politely and gently rejected her kind request for help.

The fused helmets were cold on the inside and out, so Mosilaire put a layer of sun-dried rabbit skin on the inside of each helmet.

Untanned rabbit skins are harder than steamed buns that have been left in the corner and dried for a year, but Mosilaire insists on doing so.

She said it was to prevent "crazy dampness" or something that would make her worse, and that they would definitely remember her when they were old.

In addition to the three steel helmets that were comfortable to wear and could provide some protection for the head, Bender also made two automatic pistols based on the blueprints provided by the old knife.

This ancient automatic pistol, which was analyzed from the blueprints, lacked powerful firepower and had a short effective range, but it fired quickly and was easy to carry, which was very good for dealing with all kinds of unexpected situations.

After a brief discussion, they were assembled separately for Bender himself and for the old knife - Mosilaire had a more powerful and advanced charged rifle - as for Winnie? They didn't even think about putting her head-on.

However, when the base becomes richer, she may be equipped with a better pistol to protect against the bugs, zombies, and punk maniacs of the planet. - Mosilaire jokingly said that she would teach Winnie to drive a tank in the future, even though she herself failed the C2 license test.

The firing of old live ammunition weapons still relies on ammunition that needs to be loaded with gunpowder, but there are no 9mm bullets that match its caliber in the base, to be precise, there should be no ammunition of all kinds - fortunately, Bender can make ammunition by hand with the help of tools - the old knife who has been obsessed with research all day long scoffs at this, but Mosilaire and Winnie are envious and praise him, which makes Bender a little embarrassed, Just humbly tell them that this is a skill that all adventurers on the go must learn.

But because Bender had to work on the pipes used to repair and replace the water pipes every day, he only occasionally found some time to make bullets from the small amount of gunpowder and ammunition casings that were still preserved in the base—the production was not very high, probably only about twenty rounds of 9mm rounds per day.

At present, this is more than enough to meet the base's demand for 9mm ammunition - because except for shooting training once every three days, Lao Dao and Bender will not use automatic pistols at all.

In addition to the 9mm ammunition for the pistol, Bender sometimes made some 13mm machine gun rounds for the improvised machine gun turret at the entrance to the main base, but the number was smaller, so far there were only about sixty rounds.

Mosilare realized that there was a shortage of ammunition, so he planned to get some from their neighbors hundreds of kilometers away,—— of course, it would be a month or two at the earliest.

Maybe there's a surprise left for her near the outer wreckage of the ship, and she can also ask her friends at Gathering Point 3 to bring some 13mm all-metal armor over when they deliver the second shipment - they shouldn't mind, right?

The dark clouds that hung over the plains temporarily receded, and the lives of Mosilaire, Winnie, Old Knife and Bender, and Peanut, the ever-carefree cat, seemed to return to their former peace and warmth.

They knew that they would soon face a new round of challenges and attacks, but before that, Mosilaire planned to attack the bag of polished rice weighing 4 catties first.

A portion of the glutinous rice is used by the ingenious Mosilaire to make a variety of delicious treats as a reward for the recent hard work of his fellow colonists.

Oh, and of course, if you ask her about her motives, Mosilaire will be kind enough to admit to you that she's a bit greedy.

Considering that there was no filling in the colony, Mosilaire eventually dismissed the idea of grinding the glutinous rice into rice flour and processing it, intending to make it into a simpler food with a very peculiar taste: glutinous rice.

Glutinous rice is a very traditional food that takes only a few short steps to make, but it will take a lot of labor and time.

On major festivals, large balls of steamed glutinous rice are placed into stone mortars and then repeatedly beaten with stone hammers or mallets weighing more than a dozen catties – the selected processors need to have more strength and patience than usual, as the process usually lasts two hours or more.

Of course, most of the time there are several young men taking turns – sometimes it becomes an event for the younger generations to compete with each other, but the friendly comparison and show-off often adds to the festive mood.

As they gathered at the table that evening, Mosilele revealed to them his idea of making glutinous rice cakes, and solemnly informed them that Old Knife and Bender, who were fighting for a piece of roasted cassava, might need their help, and Old Knife and Bender seemed to be interested in the mysterious new food she had in her mouth, so they gladly accepted Mosilelle's request and promised to take a break from what they were doing tomorrow. — and the cassava went into Mosilare's stomach.

She was just afraid that poor Mr. Cassava, who was lying in the middle of the bowl, would get chills from the senseless struggle between the old knife and Bender. It's true.

Before dawn the next day, Mosilaire, who got up to pour water, found that Winnie was gone.

When she opened the door of the dining room with some confusion, she found that everyone was already sitting around the table, chatting happily about something—among the idle people was of course Winnie, the lazy worm.

"Hmm, what are you doing so early?" Seeing that everyone was staring at him expectantly, Mosilaire suddenly became a little embarrassed.

After all, she hadn't had time to comb her hair, so her hair would look a little messy, not much worse than a straw nest run over by a tractor - it was so unladylike!

"The early worms are eaten by the birds!" Winnie held her face with both hands and replied with a smile: "This is what my sister taught me!" ”

"Hopefully, the day when the birds will be eaten by bugs will never come." Mosilaire scratched at his hair a little helplessly, "At least it doesn't happen in my hometown, it's terrible." ”

"What about you?" Mosilele poured a glass of warm water into her cup and sat down on a wooden dining chair — one of Bender's new pieces of furniture, and though a little unconvinced, Mosilele had to admit that it at least looked much better than she had made — and was comfortable to lean.

"To eat glutinous rice cakes, of course." The old knife leaned back in the dining chair and squinted his eyes in a pleasant reply, as if he had tasted the taste of glutinous rice in his mouth—even if he didn't even know what it looked like.

This guy has a lot thicker skin than Bender, and seems to be proud of it.

Bender didn't answer, but he had betrayed him by scratching the back of his head and smirking - no way, Miss Mosilaire's food was amazing!

Especially when the old knife bragged to him about the large plate of fried bracken he had eaten that day, Bender's eyes almost straightened, and the saliva in his mouth almost flowed out of his mouth - Bender apologized for this, but the old knife just waved his hand, completely unconcerned about his rude behavior. Bender didn't know that the old knife was drooling a lot more than he was that day.

Mosilele blinked and smiled playfully, "You still need to steam the glutinous rice before you can make it—I forgot to tell you, so you can only get a little red flower imprinted on your head when you wake up so early in the morning." ”

The three slanderers looked at each other, but it didn't seem appropriate to go back to sleep now.

So the two adults went their separate ways, and Winnie, who was confused, went to water and weed her precious crops.

Watching the backs of the three guys leaving the table, Mosilele who had sent them away finally breathed a sigh of relief.