"Now, I actually want to lie down next to that green-fuzzy rock and take a nap."
Matt did not reprimand his subordinates.
The old foreman's broad chest rose and fell steadily as he closed his eyes, listening to the sound of water cascading down the miniature waterfall.
The bronchitis caused by years of smoking inferior cigarettes has stopped recurring.
The feeling of something stuck in my throat has disappeared.
Pure air can soothe the nerves.
Su Wei stepped out of the groove.
The black mud on the soles of the tactical boots left damp footprints on the smooth waterproof layer.
He walked to the cart, grabbed a dry towel, and wiped the mud off the back of his hands.
With my index finger on the drawing on the workbench, I forcefully drew a straight red line to the left.
The twelve-meter-long river section has been completely connected and closed off.
Su Wei turned around, his back to the Moss River Valley that had formed a perfect microclimate.
He pointed to the huge, deep pit on the far left, which covered 200 square meters and had its bottom coated with an anti-corrosion layer.
" Matt."
The old foreman immediately straightened his back.
"Notify the truck driver to unload those two hundred pounds of high-salinity sea salt."
Su Wei threw the soiled towel onto the iron plate.
"Next."
"We want to fill this place with a real sea."
Chapter 194 Forced Puzzle! Stuffing the North Atlantic Ocean into the House
Ben and the other two workers were still immersed in the microclimate created by the Moss River Valley when they heard Su Wei's command, and their burly bodies turned in unison toward the deep pit on the left.
Matt rubbed his calloused hands together and raised his voice.
"Go push the flatbed cart, and hurry up."
The old foreman turned around, pushed open the windproof door, and strode into the frigid outdoors.
The heavy sound of an engine penetrated the walls.
Ten minutes later, four barrels of high-purity sea crystals, each weighing fifty pounds, were unloaded side by side at the edge of a 200-square-meter pit.
The white plastic bucket has a red biohazard warning label printed on it.
Su Wei walked along the makeshift wooden walkway into the bottom of a recess coated with a dark black polymer waterproof coating.
A faint odor of preservative solvent lingered in the air.
He took a red marker out of his overalls pocket and drew two horizontal lines, sixty centimeters apart, on the gray concrete sidewall.
"This is the high tide line, and the one below is the low tide line."
Su Wei threw the marker onto the workbench on the shore.
Matt flipped through the blueprints in his hand, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowing together.
"Are you really planning to implement an indoor tidal system?"
Su Wei didn't reply, but turned and walked towards the special titanium alloy pipes piled up in the corner.
He used both hands to lift a thick pipe with a diameter of ten centimeters and aimed it at the reserved bottom water inlet.
The muscle memory of [ Mechanical Repair LV2 ] instantly flows through the arm.
Fingertips grip the edge of the thread, wrist flipped.
Without using pipe wrenches, he controlled the titanium alloy pipe precisely into the flange by relying solely on strength and angle, locking the torque at the perfect stress point.
"Connect the air outlet of the variable frequency wave generator in, and arrange the two devices diagonally."
Su Wei brushed the metal shavings off his gloves.
Carrying the heavy water pump, Ben secured it to the shock-absorbing rubber pads according to the directions indicated by Su Wei.
After the hardware connection was completed, Su Wei unpacked the waterproof pack and poured out several high-carbon steel tools covered with thick, non-slip sleeves.
The night wind outside continued to pound against the exterior walls, producing a dull rumble.
The indoor temperature is maintained at 15 degrees Celsius.
Su Wei walked to the cart and unsealed the five hemp fiber woven bags.
These basalt and coarse sea sands, transported back from the Neptune Cliff, exude the distinctive salty smell of the North Atlantic Ocean.
"Pour sand and spread it at the very bottom."
Su Wei grabbed a handful of grayish-black coarse sand and rubbed off the shell fragments inside.
The workers wielded shovels, roughly leveling the sand and soil.
After laying a 10-centimeter-thick layer of base sand, Su Wei carried a storage box filled with irregularly shaped basalt and stepped into the sand.
The surface of the stone is covered with honeycomb-like holes eroded by the waves over the years.
Su Wei knelt on one knee, gripped a piece of rock the size of a washbasin with both hands, and pressed it forcefully into the sand layer.
[ Substrate Analysis LV1 ] activated, a dark blue scanning light flickers at the edge of the field of vision.
[Current sand layer thickness: Meets standards.]
[Rock porosity: 85%. Contains trace amounts of dormant halomonas colonies.]
He didn't just pile them up randomly. He felt around with his hands along the weight-bearing surfaces of the rocks, lifting several rocks to create a tiny, dark cave.
This area not only needs to meet filtration requirements, but also needs to provide an absolutely safe hiding space for future benthic organisms.
Standing on the shore, I watched as Su Wei assembled those cold stones with his bare hands.
Matt pointed to the pile of rocks:
"Do as he asks. Hand over the remaining stones as he requested."
Two hours of high-intensity physical setup.
A complex underwater landscape, consisting of coarse sand, basalt reefs, and miniature tidal pools, has been fully formed.
Su Wei stood up; the knees of his work pants were covered in damp sand.
He stepped out of the groove, step by step, treading on the hard rocks.
He walked to the control panel of the reservoir and covered the red main water inlet valve with his palm.
Press down firmly.
The thick water pipe jerked violently.
The underground well water made a loud noise as it flowed through titanium alloy pipes into a 200-square-meter pit.
The water crashed against the gray-black rocks, sending white spray flying in all directions.
The dry, coarse sand was quickly soaked in water, and its color darkened.
The water level continued to rise, gradually submerging the hidden reefs at the bottom, until it overflowed the low tide line drawn by the Su Wei and stopped right in the middle of the two red lines.
Five thousand liters of fresh water occupy this man-made seabed.
Su Wei picked up a fifty-pound bucket of sea crystals and unscrewed the sealed cap.
Without pausing, he gripped the bottom of the bucket with both hands and poured the white crystals into the churning water.
One bucket, two buckets, three buckets.
One hundred and fifty pounds of highly concentrated sea salt was thrown into the water and instantly dispersed by the turbulent undercurrent.
Su Wei pulled out the waterproof salinity meter from his waist and inserted the probe into the water.
The numbers on the electronic screen jumped rapidly.
1.010.
1.015.
1.020.
The number eventually settled at 1.025, which is the standard natural salinity for the waters surrounding Kodiak Island.
The equilibrium point of microscopic osmotic pressure has been reached.
This body of water also needs the presence of living algae and benthic organisms.
Physical circulation alone is not enough; he needs to completely lock down the constant temperature environment before Emily lands.
Su Wei put away the salinity meter and turned to walk towards the electrical distribution box.
Press the two black air switches with your palms and push them upwards simultaneously.
Close the circuit breaker.
The compressor of the Poseidon chiller unit emitted a muffled groan.