The time for annual resource distribution has arrived, but the Fierce Tide Square isn't bustling with people.
This year, the city's population is too large, and if everyone lined up, it would be jammed for three days and nights.
Therefore, Louis ordered that resources be delivered by the grassroots material officers, guiding teams to distribute door-to-door.
Pete and Jack were among them, pushing wooden carts, turning along the snowy path past the warehouse, entering the southeast corner of Red Tide City.
This area is slightly lower in terrain, with houses built in haste three years ago—semi-underground wooden huts.
But actually, they aren't too simple, with thick straw and animal skins covering the top, windproof and warm, ventilation pipes emitting wisps of heat, conveying a sense of earthly stability.
