After dinner, we entered the leisurely moments of the day.
Except for those on lookout and Chen Hanzhou, everyone leaned back against the wall, facing the fields, sitting on the soft, dry grass, feeling the world's tranquility. The faint stench that used to surround everyone was replaced by a touch of fragrance.
Lu Yubo smoked and asked, "Brother Su, do you think we can build this place into a safe base?"
"There are farmlands here, and there must be wells in the nearby village, so planting and breeding aren't an issue. It's indeed not a bad place," Yuwen said, rubbing the calluses on his hands and gazing into the distance, his voice carrying a hint of regret, as if there was something imperfect about it.
Zhang Su exhaled a mouthful of smoke and said, "From a survival perspective, it's indeed not bad."
"What else needs to be considered?" Zheng Xinyu asked instinctively, swinging her legs, enjoying the rare leisure.
