Doomsday Calendar, Year One, July 7.
For most people, this was merely an ordinary day.
But in Tian Yuan Territory, villagers began getting up one after another as early as five in the morning, washing up and changing into clean, tidy clothes ahead of time.
The cold wind brushed their faces, biting as frost and snow.
After getting dressed, the villagers crouched by the windows of the prefab houses, gazing energetically into the distance as if waiting for something.
Chen Shen, Li Hu, Feng Tianmin, Shen Ke, and the others served as the territory's management.
Even Lü Kuan and Ai Jianfeng, who had been stationed at the Energy Stone Mine, had hurried back.
A group of people crouched in the council hall, chattering as they fussed over their outfits.
Before long, the bell rang out at half past six.
The lights in the cafeteria behind the territory came on, and several wisps of smoke carrying the rich aroma of mutton drifted from its open windows.
On ordinary days, that smell would surely attract many people to gather around and wait.
But today, everyone seemed to let it pass beneath their noses, silently waiting for something to change at the far edge of their vision.
"How about it? This outfit of mine looks pretty good, right?"
Chen Shen stood before the mirror and shook his Mink Coat. The worry that usually creased his face was nowhere to be seen.
"That trading party came last time, but I missed it. You sure got yourself a bargain, Village Chief!" Li Hu chuckled from beside him in his Green Military Coat. He did not mention that his own coat had also been exchanged from the trading party.
Ever since Tian Yuan Territory had opened an external human trade route, the last three trading trips