The next day Mosilaire woke up early.

I didn't sleep well last night, and I naturally got a headache when I woke up in the morning, which is a very simple reason.

The humid air in the closed room gave her underwear with her back to the campfire a cold sticky feeling, so a dazed Mosilaire poked her finger into the vent hole in the snow brick in the doorway, hoping that it would swallow more fresh gas.

The enlarged vents had been discreetly located below the entrance, and when Mosilaire leaned down to look at it with his brown left pupil, the outside seemed to be just beginning to take on a misty cold color, dimly outlining the outlines of a few pine trees and birches.

It's dawn and it's the morning, and it's the time when everything is quiet. Bender was still sleeping, and the cotton backpack that had been under his ass was now running into his arms.

The campfire was still burning so vigorously that no one could see any trace of the passage of time on it—Kaede had risen earlier than her, and had disappeared without a trace, not knowing where it had gone.

Mosilaire sat in front of the campfire for a few moments, propping his head on his hands, before he finally remembered to remove the smoked rabbit meat, which had become a little charred on the surface, but still appetizing. Mosilaire carefully wrapped it in a white cloth and put it in his backpack, and took one last look at his bracelet.

At 6:07 a.m., she was going to start preparing breakfast.

And when the camping pot used to cook the soup was licked by the tongue of fire, and there was an obvious smell of grass and trees in the steaming white steam, Feng Ke, who was holding a pile of firewood, happened to come back.

There was a lot of soft snow on her clothes, and she brought in a lot of cold air when she cut the snow bricks and went into the shelter.

"It's snowing outside again." Kaede shook his coat and couldn't help but complain: "I hate snow." ”

"I don't like it either." Mosilaire reached out and plucked a small lump of snow from her ear, "Let's make a fire first, breakfast will be ready soon." ”

Bender slept soundly, hugging the shriveled backpack as if he were hugging his wife—but he got up on his own when the pot rang—and Kaede didn't know how he did it.

The atmosphere of breakfast was not very warm, perhaps the taste of pure boiled moss was not as good as last night's delicious food, or it may be that the two girls had their own agendas, in short, except for Bender, who had a good appetite as usual, Feng Ke and Mosilaire just sat on the wood and ate sullenly, and did not speak, which made him confused.

"The moss doesn't taste very good, I know." Bender looked at the silent Kaede and Mosilaire and scratched their heads, "But it's better to eat something than nothing, this thing is a lot better than the cockroach cake I used to eat." ”

"Cockroach cake? What's that? Kaede blinked, "That thing will be eaten by someone too?" ”

"As the name suggests, it is a cake that can often eat cockroaches in it." Bender shrugged his shoulders as if it weren't a big deal, "That's how most of the poor people in the envelope live off this—when you're dying of starvation, it's not so important what you eat." ”

"Oh—I'm sorry, Mr. Bender." Feng Ke patted Bender on the shoulder apologetically for his bad memories, "You used to come from somewhere else?" ”

"Hmm." Bender took a sip of the hot moss soup and grinned, "Then it was the kind Miss Mosilaire who took me in, and I am grateful to them, all of them. ”

"After that, we all ate together, worked together, and built our impregnable base and warm and comfortable rooms with our hands." Bender grabbed the hot tin box with both hands, feeling the cold accumulated last night being dispelled out of his body little by little by the gentle warmth.

It was a comfortable feeling that made him squint his eyes in pleasure, "Later, together we killed a few difficult mechanical monsters, and managed to fend off the large hordes of pirates who invaded the base. We all worked hard, so we had enough to eat, and warm clothes to wear—not very pretty, but you never had to worry about the ghosts of the dead on your clothes—they were brand new, sewn by Mosilaire and Little Red Riding Hood from cotton we had grown ourselves. ”

"Obviously there is no foreman with a whip staring at your ass, but every day after getting up, I always feel that there is a small fire in my heart, which makes you feel uncomfortable if you don't do something or do something, I didn't understand what it was when I first came, but I understand a little bit now."

"I used to be forced to fight for the happiness of others, but now I am fighting for myself and for my favorite companions, and sometimes I feel as if I am witnessing the resurrection of a great base – from my hands – our hands."

"That's good." Speaking of which, Bender looked at his rough and calloused hands and couldn't help laughing, "I can't remember the feeling of cockroach cake, it's really good." ”

The first time Kaede had heard about the fringe colony, he couldn't help but look at Mosilaire quietly. She still didn't speak, but a smile appeared on her face—a very warm smile, warm and lovely like a little flame that danced.

The soup in his hand was still bland, but Mosilelle's heart was no longer hesitant. Because she knew there were still people on this planet who were relying on her, and she shouldn't let them down.

After breakfast, Mosilaire and Kaede went out into the woods together in heavy coats.

The goose-feathered snowflakes began to flutter in the sky again, and there was still nothing to be found in the traps that had been set earlier, but the bait placed on them was eaten completely. Kaede figured that it might have been a mistake in the initial judgment, so he moved them to the snowy trail where the animal footprints were more dense, and smoked all the suspicious human smells with burning twigs - such a simple rope trap was perfect for a beginner survivor, and whether it would actually work was something that only the Lord knew if it would actually work.

The open terrain of the shelter's creek is not suitable for traps, but Mosilaire knows that the right ambush can turn the moose and roe deer into a pot of rich and delicious meat.

The hunt was always long and uninteresting, and for the first two days there were hardly any animals in the first two days, as if these cunning creatures had long known that there were two ill-intentioned hunters squatting in the bushes by the brook, and they had all gone somewhere else to get water.

From morning to evening, Mosilaire and Kaede always froze half to death in the ice and snow, and finally picked some unchewable moss to use as food.

Fortunately, the snow did not end all hope, and in the land covered in frost and snow, they could occasionally find potatoes and wild roses that were missed by herbivores.

The fruit of the wild rose is sweet and sour, and it tastes delicious, and if you look for it carefully, you can collect some of it from the white bushes.

The wild, even rarer potatoes were so small that they could be seen as pitiful shrunken tubers when they were dug out of the dark earth.

— but they are also valuable food that they have earned through their own hard work, and are more comforting to eat than the pine nuts that Mosilarele had taken from the red squirrel's nest. - Oh, don't worry, Mosilele still remembers to have enough food for these cute stuffed animals that are sleeping heavily.

After all, it's the third day they've been in ambush by the river, and if they still don't find anything today, they'll have to give up this time-wasting behavior and find something else to fill their stomachs in this damn jungle - it's funny to say that they're both professionally trained in wilderness survival, but now they have to struggle every day for something to eat.

The moss and berries that had been picked were not nutritious, and Feng Ke and Mosilele could barely endure it, but Bender, who had not yet recovered from his injuries, could not eat this kind of food every day - almost all the rabbit jerky that remained was forced into his mouth by Mosilele, and naturally, Bender's body had recovered a lot of energy under their careful care, and he was even able to walk a short distance on his own today.

In about two or three days, when the snow in the sky was lighter, they would be able to leave the barren forest. If you're in a hurry, it's okay to let Bender rest for a day or two and get up, but I don't know if he's willing to.

After being away from home for so long, Mosilaire was always anxious and difficult to sleep at night, and more than once the selfish thought of leaving his injured companion and running back to see it had been born in his mind - but the base was not close at all, and who knew what kind of danger would happen to Kaede and Bender who were left here for a day and a night.

Now that they only have two guns that can fire, and the biocoded charge guns that only Mosilaire can wield, if they encounter a swarm of wandering zombies when she leaves, the only four or five shotguns left in Bender's hand will not be able to stop them from forcing their way into the makeshift shelter.

You can't always put your partner's life on luck and hope that hungry zombies will never find the entrance to the shelter – it's unrealistic, and it's stupid.

But now there is hope for the return date. Mosiliel only hoped that there would be no more sudden snowstorms in the woods when they set off - it would be better if they could hunt some tasty animals today so that their weakened bodies could replenish their strength.

Mosilaire was not greedy at all, and even a squirrel, the size of a palm, or a snow hare as hungry as they were, would satisfy her - of course, she would have preferred that it would be a lost moose that would hit the muzzle of the gun, preferably fattened, so that the meat would squeak with hot oil and take a sip to the sky.

But in fact, if it weren't for the luck of the fish that caught up with a half-frozen fish of eight taels yesterday, Mosilaire, when she was fetching water in the creek yesterday, they would have squatted here hungry and hunting today—although there was a lot of moss by the stream, they couldn't help but tear and cut them like locusts, not to mention that there were always herbivores living nearby and snatching these tender lichens with them—these damned creatures usually don't see it, and as soon as the people are gone, they all run out!

And the fish that was brought back by Feng Ke in his arms, although he didn't know what the name was, but the fish soup that was hastily cleaned up twice and stewed with it was extremely sweet and delicious, and drinking it could make people forget all the sorrows in the world for a while.

It's a pity that it's still too small, I ate it last night, and when I looked at it again this morning, all I had left was a little minced meat and bones that sank to the bottom of the pot.