Chapter 52 Help me dig the cassava

It was dark as usual, the snow kept falling all day and all night, and the temperature continued to drop, constantly challenging the limits of the body's endurance.

In an ordinary third-level shelter, there were several people sitting around.

That's right, it's not a video or a group chat, but a real face-to-face conversation.

꾉그They all sit solemnly, with calm and steady expressions, short black hair and solemn spirits, and eyes that are calm and intimidating.

"Mr. Huang, you are the director of the Meteorological Bureau. What do you think of the weather today?"

The leader asked, but the other four were silent.

"It's not optimistic. This is no longer an ordinary cold wave. Looking at the current situation, this is a large-scale climate change. Rather than saying it is a cold wave, I think another word is more appropriate."

The old man named Huang Lao has a slightly older tone, but his voice is still sonorous and powerful, with a heavy feeling like ordinary steel.

"What word?"

Huang Lao's eyes moved slightly and he said: "Ice Age."

Yiji frowned and asked in disbelief: "Is it so serious? Is it expected to be at this super low temperature from now on?"

"No……"

The others just breathed a sigh of relief, and Mr. Huang continued: "It will be even lower!"

Others couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Now the temperature has begun to reach minus 40 degrees Celsius. If it continues to drop, it will really be a great destruction of life.

"When we were on Earth, the lowest temperature during the Ice Age was minus 50°C, and the average temperature was about 8°C. However, I estimate that the Ice Age in the misty world would have lower temperatures, longer duration, and greater damage!"

Another heavy hammer hit everyone on the heart, so heavy that they couldn't breathe.

The old man in the lead, with calm and deep eyes, took the lead to break the deadlock and said: "Okay, since the problem has arisen, there must be a solution. Isn't this why we are here to discuss the solution today!"

Another person wearing a green cotton-padded jacket looked at it and said: "Old Zhang is right. The environment here is indeed worse, but the help from survivors is also not good. You should have experienced it. Good items and above are all Has incredible power."

"So what do we do?"

The old man in a green cotton-padded jacket said: "Establish a gathering place for survivors. After all, the power of one person is limited, and a group of talents can fight against this disaster!"

After the old man finished speaking, he did not respond, and his expression remained heavy.

They have tried this many times, but none of them have been successful.

Whether it is an organization like a mutual aid alliance, trying to find nearby survivors, or using props to meet...but all attempts have huge drawbacks.

The special environment of the foggy world and the situation faced by the survivors cannot be solved by establishing a gathering place.

Moreover, it is also very unrealistic.

"Zhou 녊, don't deceive yourself. This method won't work at all. No one will listen to you. And we don't have the power..."

Providing buildings for living, long-term stable food, fresh water resources for long-term use... and the most basic thing is to bring all survivors together.

You know, each survivor is at least 50 to 100 kilometers apart.

A total of 7 billion people, God knows how big the entire foggy world is.

Moreover, this is the area occupied by the survivors. As for whether there is a wider area outside, there is no clue.

"Then promote small gatherings? Do dozens or hundreds of people live together?"

"I don't think it's advisable. You also know how scarce supplies are here. How much food can you find next to your shelter? How many can you supply to survive?"

"Indeed, they probably won't pay attention to us either."

"..."

After several hours of discussion, the debate continued.

Finally, the leader, the old man surnamed Zhang, knocked on the table and said: "There is no need to discuss anymore, this is not on earth after all... We also have no right to decide the future development of all survivors.

It's not our turn to decide what will happen in the future. Old friends, just let nature take its course. "

The corner of Zhou 녊's mouth twitched: "Let nature take its course? Why did you pull us here, Lao Zhang? Look at your old face? Shouldn't you have just vowed to solve the problem?"

"Ahem." The old man surnamed Zhang coughed twice in embarrassment and said: "We are just ordinary people, so how can we solve the problem? Since you are here, help me dig up the cassava in the field. I have an old bone and it’s really inconvenient..."

"..."

"..."

"You know, a teleportation scroll is very expensive!"

The old man surnamed Zhang smiled heartily and said: "Your names are either purple or blue. It doesn't matter if you are tricked by me. It just so happens that we old friends are getting together. I don't know if we will have a chance in the future."

After hearing this, the others felt a little depressed and remained silent.

Too many 그 have died, 꿵 mothers... children... friends... classmates... love 그...

The old man surnamed Zhang continued: "Also, the system has been guiding our development, and there should be no malicious intent. We can just follow what the voice in the sky says."

"Since the arrangement is to keep all the survivors so far apart, we don't have to deliberately think about gathering together."

"Our ideas are not necessarily correct, and others are not without the ability to survive. The situation we face may not be as bad as we imagined."

"Life will find its own vitality..."

"Also, since the system rates all survivors, it must have deep meaning. We'd better follow the system's guidance."

"You should try your best to win over those rated S-level, A-level, and B-level! Try to maintain a cooperative relationship..."

Mr. Zhang's voice was calm, without any seriousness, and he spoke with a normal expression, just like communicating between old friends.

꾉그Chatted for a while more, and finally returned to the shelter.

Of course, the cassava must be dug before leaving.

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Qi Yuan didn't know that in a corner of the misty world, a group of old people with world-wide aspirations were having such a discussion.

But even if he knew it, he would definitely feel helpless.

Gathering place?

I, Qi, am about to become an immortal, who is still gathering with you?

It is difficult to survive now because of weak physical fitness. What if it is a good level? What about the excellent level? What about even rare-level strength?

As for the Ice Age?

No one else would have such worries, but Qi Yuan knew that the cold wave would not last long, and the next disaster would be super high temperatures.

Perhaps for the earth, a disaster at this price will definitely be the mass extinction of life during the Ice Age.

But for the foggy world, it may just be the rotation of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

It is indeed like that saying, life will find its own way to survive.

Seven days are just the beginning of finding a way out.

As a large number of "waste" and "unlucky" people are eliminated by the natural environment, the remaining survivors have a certain ability to survive, and at least their IQs and abilities are not too bad.

Although the number of survivors dying will still be very high, the decrease will definitely slow down.

Most of the survivors who can survive this cold snap can gradually take root in the foggy world and find their own way of survival.

However, after this rating reward, all the survivors were still out of control, and a wave of chaos emerged.