Jiang Ye spent another entire morning clearing the snow from the base after clearing the trench.
The snow was still falling, ceaselessly. Tiny snowflakes danced in the wind, swirling in the cold air.
However, he wouldn't need to clear the snow for a few more hours.
Jiang Ye really wanted to go mine stalactites, which could earn him tens of millions, or even a level-up if he got lucky.
But the half-meter-thick snow made it impossible to pass, so he could only stay home for now. Once the rotorcraft arrived, he should be able to fly to the mine.
At noon, he stewed a pot of soup with tomatoes and winter melon.
While slowly sipping the soup, Jiang Ye peeked at the chat channel.
Many people in the channel were complaining.
Shen Hang: Is this snow trying to bury me alive? It's a meter thick!
Wu Fan: Mine is only half a meter thick. Those red blood kangaroos can't even hop anymore; I can just walk up and stab them to death with a knife.
Lu Benwei: I'm freezing. I'm going to heat up a cup of cappuccino. I feel like the temperature dropped again after the blizzard.
Nicholas
Glad you're safe. Jiang Ye looked up at the burning tail of the spaceship, wondering how it crashed.
A high-altitude vertical shear wind, like a gaseous waterfall, wasn't displayed on the navigation. It crashed directly into it, losing altitude and falling. Isabelle said that once these ships catch fire, they can't be put out. It would probably burn all night, turning into ashes. Your cargo is ruined.
Jiang Ye was dumbfounded. What should we do?
Headquarters should have received the news of the spaceship crash by now. They'll send someone to pick me up in a few days and bring you new goods. Isabelle looked at Jiang Ye seriously. So, can I stay at your base for a few days? There's nowhere else to stay on this desolate planet.
Of course. Jiang Ye nodded immediately. But I'll need to see your identification first.
Isabelle smiled, reached into her pocket, and handed him a wallet.
Jiang Ye opened it and saw her work ID. Her photo was as beautiful as she was.
Let's go. Jiang Ye extended his hand to her. You can hold onto me; it's easy to slip on the snow.
Thank you. Isabelle naturally took his hand. Her hand was ice-cold.
By the way. Jiang Ye turned and was about to step forward when he suddenly stopped. Can I see the back of your head?
Isabelle blinked, turned her head, her hair was thick, and there was no metal plate.