Digging pits, transporting soil, moving stones.
Yu Qian's first workday ended amidst these simple, repetitive, yet immensely physically demanding tasks.
Returning to Base 011 again, it was already eight in the evening, and by that time, he barely recognized the place.
The majority of the wooden residential houses had been erected, and the entire camp was organized in an orderly fashion.
Unlike the initial "wasteland," within just one day, this newly established "city" had begun to show a vibrant state.
However, the "neatness and order" were not the things that truly shocked Yu Qian.
What truly left him dumbfounded, even making him unable to believe he had returned to Base 011, was the brightly lit scene.
Lights.
Electric lights.
Electric lights were everywhere.
The bright illumination lit up every corner, and as Yu Qian walked across the wide streets intentionally left between the wooden houses, his shadow stretched and contracted continuously.
