The weather was already poor, and although there were now clear distinctions between day and night, the days were short and the nights long.
As soon as night fell, fist-sized icicles fell from the sky, striking the tent.
Luckily, Hua Mi's waterproof oilcloth was ample; no matter how high the market demand was, she never ran out.
Blizzards raged, and outside the waterproof oilcloth, a thick layer of snow had already accumulated.
Thus, the survivors, armed with shovels, compressed and solidified this heavy snow to construct an ice house.
No matter how severe the blizzard, it wouldn't collapse their ice house.
Hua Mi and Shi Caixia huddled inside the ice house tent, with a few sweet potatoes roasting on a smokeless wood stove.
The tempting aroma of the roasted sweet potatoes made Shi Caixia extremely envious.
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard.
Shi Caixia jerked, still not having recovered, when the gunshots outside became continuous.
