The fourth day of the seventh month of Year Two of the Wasteland Doomsday Calendar, the fifth day since the arrival of Three Cold Springs.
In the hazy morning light, a murderous chill permeated the air, and the temperature showed clear signs of dropping sharply again.
Once this round of cooling began, the temperature would rapidly plunge to a frightening -12 degrees.
At such an absurdly low temperature, virtually no tropical crop could withstand the extreme cold.
Even the cold-resistant wheat in the fields trembled in the biting wind, flattened across the ground.
Tian Yuan Territory.
It was only six in the morning, yet many residents could no longer stand staying in bed and had climbed out.
Naturally, most of them had been woken by the cold.
When everyone had lived in the public housing built by the territory, every room had been fitted with heating to ensure the interior temperature stayed comfortable.
But ever since private rentals had been introduced, anyone who wanted heating installed in their own residence had to pay for it themselves.
Winter had already passed, and the disaster would last only fifteen days. For many people, this would undoubtedly add a considerable financial burden. As a result, almost no one had chosen to install heating, which meant that once the temperature fell below zero, even huddling under the covers became unbearable.
"Old Fan, how about we apply to have heating installed today? We'll have to install it sooner or later anyway."
In a small courtyard in Phase Three of Hope Village.
After getting up, Zheng Yali wiped the thick frost from the window with a towel. She turned to Fan Fuzheng, who had just climbed out of bed, and spoke with some hesitation.
Called by his wife, Fan Fuzheng rubbed his bleary eyes and yawned.