Chapter 52 Help Me Dig the Cassava

The night was dark as usual. The heavy snow had not stopped for a day and a night. The temperature continued to drop, constantly challenging the limit of human endurance.

Five people sat in a circle in an ordinary third-level shelter.

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

All five people sat solemnly, with calm and steady expressions, black short hair and solemn spirits, and eyes that were not angry.

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

The leader asked, and the other four were silent.

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

The old man named Mr. Huang had a slightly old tone, but his voice was still sonorous and powerful, with a sense of heaviness like ordinary steel.

"What word?"

Old Huang's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Ice Age."

One person frowned and asked in disbelief, "Is it so serious? Is it estimated that it will always be in this super low temperature in the future?"

"No..."

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

The others couldn't help but take a breath.

Now the temperature has begun to move towards minus 40 or 50 degrees. If it continues to drop, it will really be a great destruction of life.

"On Earth, the lowest temperature of the Ice Age is minus 50 degrees Celsius, and the average temperature is about 8 degrees Celsius. However, I estimate that the temperature in the Ice Age of the Misty World should be lower, the time will be longer, and the damage will be greater!"

Another heavy hammer hit everyone's heart hard, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The old man in the lead, with a calm and deep look, took the lead in breaking the deadlock and said: "Okay, since the problem has arisen, there must be a solution. Isn't today to discuss the solution!"

Another man in a green cotton jacket looked at him and said: "What Lao Zhang said is right. The environment here is indeed worse, but the survivors also have a lot of help. You should have experienced that items above the good level have incredible power."

"Then what should we do?"

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

After the old man finished speaking, no one responded, and his expression was still heavy.

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

Whether it is an organization similar to the mutual aid alliance, or 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.

And it is also very unrealistic.

"Zhou Zheng, stop deceiving yourself. This method won't work at all. No one will listen to you. And we don't have the ability to do it..."

Supplying buildings for people to live in, long-term stable food, fresh water resources for long-term use... and the most basic thing is to gather all the survivors together.

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

With a population of 7 billion, God knows how big the entire foggy world is.

And this is just the area occupied by the survivors. As for whether there are more vast areas outside, no one knows.

"Then promote small gatherings? Dozens or hundreds of people living together?"

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

"Indeed, no one should care about us."

"..."

After discussing for several hours, they still argued endlessly.

Finally, the old man named Zhang, who was in the lead, knocked on the table and said, "No need to discuss it anymore. After all, this is not on Earth... We don't have the right to decide the future development of all the survivors.

It's not our turn to decide what will happen in the future, old friends, just let it go."

Zhou Zheng's mouth twitched: "Let it go? Then why did you pull us here, old Zhang? Look at your old face? Shouldn't you have vowed to solve the problem just now?"

"Ahem." The old man surnamed Zhang coughed awkwardly twice and said, "We are just ordinary people. How can we have the ability to solve the problem? Since we are here, help me dig the cassava in the field. I am an old man, it is really inconvenient..."

"..."

"..."

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

The old man surnamed Zhang laughed heartily: "Your names are either purple or blue. It doesn't matter if you are cheated by me. It just happens that our group of old friends get together. I don't know if there will be a chance in the future."

After hearing this, the others were also a little depressed and kept silent.

Too many people died, parents... children... friends... classmates... lovers...

The old man surnamed Zhang continued: "Also, the system has been guiding our development, and there should be no malice. We try our best to follow the voice in the sky."

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

"Our ideas may not be correct, and others are not incapable of survival. The situation we face may not be as bad as we imagined."

"Life will find its own vitality..."

"Also, since the system is rating all the survivors, there must be a deep meaning. We'd better follow the guidance of the system."

"You should also try to win over as many people with S-level, A-level and B-level ratings as possible! Try to maintain a cooperative relationship..."

Zhang Lao's voice was calm, without any seriousness. He spoke with a normal expression, just like an old friend communicating with each other.

The five chatted for a long time before returning to the shelter.

Of course, the cassava must be dug before leaving.

...

Qi Yuan didn't know that in a corner of the foggy world, a group of old people with the world in their hearts had such a discussion.

But even if they knew, they would definitely feel helpless.

Gathering place?

I, Qi, am almost becoming an immortal. Who would want to gather with you?

It is difficult to survive now because of weak physical fitness. What if it is good level? Excellent level? Or even rare level strength?

As for the ice age?

Others will have such concerns, but Qi Yuan knows that the cold current will not last too long. The next disaster will be super high temperature.

Perhaps for the Earth, this kind of disaster will definitely be a 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 the saying that life will find its own way to survive.

Seven days is just the beginning of finding a way to survive.

As a large number of "waste" and "bad luck" are eliminated by the natural environment, the remaining survivors have a certain ability to survive, at least their IQ will not be too bad.

Although the number of survivors who died will still be very high, the degree of reduction will definitely slow down.

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

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