It is rare for the big ones who have been busy all mornings to gather outside the meal, so they simply use the watchtower as a gazebo, and a warm breeze blows comfortably in its shadow.

Mosilaire also ran back and took out a few packets of potato chips and cookies from his treasure, and the six of them and the cat sat around eating snacks and chatting or telling their stories and experiences.

It was at this time that Bender and the others learned that Mosilaire was from an alien planet. No wonder there was a little melancholy and indescribable sadness in her eyes when she looked at the starry sky.

Most of the stories shared by the big guys are witty and funny, sometimes thrilling and can make people unconsciously hold their breath, but some of the stories interspersed with laughter and laughter, even if the narrator is smiling, others can still clearly feel the faint sadness and pain hidden under the plain words - but this is more real, isn't it?

Because the people here are not fairy tale protagonists with happy lives and immortal bodies, but just a group of disaster survivors who are trying to survive on a wild planet.

The atmosphere of chatter is cheerful and harmonious, thanks to the increasing living conditions and food standards of the colonists—the hope that can be seen and palpable often gives people a kind of courage and confidence that cannot be defeated on the spiritual level.

Ever since these non-professional colonists joined the fringe colonies for different reasons, their fates have been inextricably linked to their companions and to this once-abandoned, massive base, and have been intertwined into something harder and more stubborn—perhaps one day a fascinating gem will emerge from this dusty mass—no one can say for sure.

During the lunch, Mosilaire briefly discussed the tasks and work that needed to be completed in the coming period.

In recent work, the problem of food sources in the colonies has been resolved, but they still lack enough cotton to sew clothes and bedding.

After the cotton harvest of less than forty catties was carefully calculated, Mosilaire and Little Red Riding Hood only made three cotton clothes and a few thin quilts.

The adults were reluctant to wear the three cotton clothes, the children with poor constitution were asked to wear one each, and the remaining almost brand new cotton clothes were reserved for those who needed to go out to work.

Cotton clothes and quilts are winter necessities, and Mosilere knows that winter here is not as pleasant as it is in her hometown. It's just that the materials at hand are limited now, and she really can't take care of everyone, which makes her feel guilty and secretly make up her mind in her heart.

The days are going to get better and better, at least now they have food, hot water, and a sturdy shelter to shelter them from the elements, don't they?

Indoor electric heating has been done partially, but it is not enough,—— if the heating system of most of the commonly used rooms is really fully completed one day, this place will definitely be like a mortal paradise.

A quiet and peaceful place where you don't have to worry about being swallowed up by the zombies that come to you the next moment is enough to spare all the refugees their lives, not to mention the fact that there is no exploitation and oppression that is common in other settlements, and they can occasionally drink the delicious broth made by Mosilaire from squirrel, badgers, and grouse hunted in the surrounding woods.

The soup made by Miss Mosilaire was indeed magical, at least the old knife, who was sitting in the corner and sitting solemnly in the meeting, began to rumble again at the thought of the fragrant crucian carp soup he had tasted last night.

Mosilaire, who was on the edge of Little Red Riding Hood, did not notice the old knife wiping his saliva, but took a bitten bald pencil and carefully recorded the content and details of his companions' discussions on an old piece of paper.

Cotton is a problem, but after solving the heating problem, everyone's freezing situation will be much better, after all, they don't need to go out often after winter.

Little Red Riding Hood and Old Knife's scientific work is still going on in an orderly manner, at least Mosilaire, who bites the pen, does hear more words in a daze—she's probably learned these things before—well, right?

In short, the short-term goal is the repair and construction of the heating equipment in each bedroom and the greenhouse, as well as the raising and stabilization of the five chickens, and everyone has to take advantage of the safety period when the surrounding zombies are cleaned up in the past few days to stock up more wood in the colony, the medium-term goal is the renewal and manufacturing of weapons and equipment, the third round of expansion of the power generation area, and the long-term goal is still the research on security and the repair of the turret around the base, but there are some things that can be done now, For example, the restoration and commissioning of the improvised machine-gun turrets and cannon turrets that had been fully mastered by the fringe colonies - in general, everyone in the colony, except for the kitten Peanut and the fourteen-year-old Anya, would probably be immersed in intense work after a few days of leisure.

Mosilere can't help with scientific work, but he can help Bender with the laying of heating pipes and the processing of simple spare parts.

Speaking of which, Bender is indeed one of the most fortunate people in the fringe colonies, after all, he is the only one who has enough skills and talent to build guns, ammunition and piping, and almost all of the two improvised machine gun turrets that will be launched will be built by him.

Mosilaire could only do him a favor most of the time, but Bender never got offended by it - he said that Mosilaire reminded him of his daughters, after all, they were all just as clumsy and cute—well, it was probably a ...... A pat on the back...... Right?

The electric heater is only used as an auxiliary heater, and the geothermal rift in the base that once saved Mossilaire's life is used as the main source of heating.

As long as they make reasonable use of the inexhaustible heat under the ground to boil enough hot water, circulate them through the heating pipes, and then slightly match some high-power electric heaters, the main body of the whole base can be warmed as if returning to the pleasant spring day - this is how the hot water they use for bathing and cooking now comes from, but it still takes a lot of effort to bury the relevant heating pipes for additional heating.

Whether it is the improvement of the base defense measures or the construction of the main heating system, a large amount of iron and parts are necessary for them - there is an abandoned mine pit under the edge colony, Mosilaire they went to see it later, and also found some poor quality pyrite in it, but they are now short of manpower, so these lacking things can only be traded from the neighbor No. 3 gathering place.

In addition to these trivial tasks, the corn and potatoes in the greenhouses will be harvested in a week, and the colonists will have to set aside a day to pluck these precious grains from the fields and move them into cold storage.

Since the morning work of cleaning up the zombies took a lot of energy, after finishing the rough planning for the future period of the marginal colonies, all the colonists went back to their rooms for a lunch break.

The infrared warning system that has been put in place around the base can ensure the safety of the colony to a certain extent, which is enough for them to rest comfortably and peacefully for an hour or two in their cots.

At about half past three in the afternoon, Bender and Lao Dao, who saw that the sun was no longer so vicious, took the initiative to undertake the more arduous transportation task.

Using the carts Mosilaire had built earlier, the colony's only two brave men began loading piles of rotting corpses onto the carts and throwing them down the dirt slope a few hundred meters away. Little Red Riding Hood, who is heavily armed, follows them throughout the process to deal with any unexpected situations that may arise.

Equipped with a bionic eye, Mosilaire has excellent eyesight and is meticulously and faithfully guarding his friends from the nearly four-meter-high watchtower.

The whole process was boring and boring, and there were no accidents, except that the old knife and Bender who had lost the last cart of walking corpses were panting when they returned, and the sweat on their bodies had already soaked in the thin long shirt, and a little pinch could easily catch a lot of sweat in it.

Little Red Riding Hood, who was holding a miniature submachine gun next to him, looked better, but his little face was also red by the hot sun, and he looked like an overripe red apple.

Anya and Winnie, who were standing at the door of the protective wall, handed several adults a towel wet with water and a few glasses of warm water, and Anya, who felt sorry for her sister, was even more tiptoe to wipe her sister's sweat, but Anya, who was still small, really couldn't reach her sister's head, and Little Red Riding Hood, who was seven or eight meters tall, had to smile and lean down to let her easily wipe off the sweat droplets with a wet towel, and the little girl's cute behavior made several adults on the side amused, and the fatigue on her body seemed to have been alleviated a lot.

Winnie wanted to emulate her affection for Mosilere's sister, but although Winnie could barely reach Mosilere's face, Mosilele, who had been leaning against the watchtower, didn't sweat at all.

It made her laugh and cry, but she obediently cooperated with Winnie's movements, so that she could wipe her face with a cold, wet towel - well, Winnie's face was surprisingly comfortable with some ice water.

Before cooking at night, Mosilaire also received a good news from the communication station from the No. 3 gathering place, although the process of attack was a bit difficult, and there were many thrilling accidents along the way, they finally succeeded in recapturing the power generation town of Yakali in the mouths of the corpses and bugs, and destroyed and buried the intricate insect nest network under the town, and the maintenance of the town's power generation facilities and related cable laying will be completed in the next few weeks, and the gathering place will be completely free from the power constraints. Quickly build and repair buildings destroyed during the last Mechlox invasion, and maybe a period of rapid development will usher in a period of rapid development, making the Gathering even stronger than ever!

Hearing this, Mosilele finally smiled and congratulated Mr. Herring on the other end of the phone, and shared the good news with his companions after the communication - as the closest partners of the Marginal Colony at the moment, the prosperity of Gathering Three is also a good thing for them - which makes Mosilere even more motivated when it comes to cooking dinner for the evening!