Jiang Yao nodded: "It's really drought that dies of drought, flood that dies of flood."
Shen Bing nodded: "Yeah, in the past 30 years, tens of thousands of people in Southeast Asia have died because of the El Niño phenomenon."
Tang Xiaoguo said worriedly: "What should we do!"
Lu Zhe thought for a moment: "First of all, we must ensure adequate fresh water supply as much as possible. Then think of ways to lower the temperature, whether it's ourselves or crops."
"It would be great if we had an air conditioner!"
"Don't mention the air conditioner. Having a fan would be a blessing."
Lu Zhe also believed that the focus of their near-term work must shift from base construction to dealing with high temperatures.
If the 40 degrees high temperature persists for some days without a solution, everyone may really face danger.
"We still have to continue looking for ant holes, and strive to build a reservoir as soon as possible, otherwise we'll have to move and settle by the lake."
Lin Qianqian said: "Moving there is also possible!"
"I don't know how many mosquitoes and insects this hot weather will breed, and various wild animals will also approach the lake to escape the heat. I don't recommend living there unless it's unavoidable."
"Fruit, hurry up and eat something. Let's set off early while it's still cool!"
Tang Xiaoguo said: "Okay!"
The two entered the jungle from another direction. Continue to look for ant holes.
They were very lucky this time. Lu Zhe found three ant holes in the morning.
But these were still not enough to make an ideal reservoir.
However, they were very fortunate to pick up a trash can on their way back from the beach.
It wasn't the kind of trash can used in offices, but a large blue trash can for residential garbage sorting!
It had unfamiliar words on it, but from the color and logo, it could be easily inferred that this was originally used to hold recyclable garbage.
It was about 1.3 meters tall, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, square with a lid, and no wheels at the bottom.
Although worn, there were no leaks at the top or bottom. Judging by the size, the volume was estimated to be about 200 kg of water.
This was a top-notch material for Lu Zhe. He hurriedly washed it clean and took it back to use as a water tank.
With this, building a 10-ton capacity reservoir would allow them to last a considerable period of time even if the creek dried up.
After returning in the afternoon, Lu Zhe immediately started building the pond.
First dig a pit next to the ditch!
The soil was probably loose. It was easy to dig out a 3.5-meter circular pit!
Then get a lot of bamboo.
Split the thick ones into bamboo strips, and use the thin ones directly!
Then insert bamboo sticks at the bottom of the circular pit, and tie them horizontally together!
Bamboo could be a very good alternative to rebar in the absence of rebar.
After tying a circle of bamboo strips, he started pouring the base!
Crush the ant hole material and mix it with clay, pour it directly into the bottom of the circular pit to form a 10 cm thick cement layer.
After waiting for it to dry, he jumped in with Xiaoguo and started applying cement on the bamboo strips.
Soon, a circular reservoir was made.
But water could not be poured in directly yet, waterproofing was still needed.
And this required a lot of resin oil.
Lu Zhe looked at the time and shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid it's not possible today, but our gains today are quite big. At least the embryo of the pond has been made."
Tang Xiaoguo nodded: "What's next? You've been working all day without spending any time with me?"
Lu Zhe smiled: "How can you say that? Didn't I spend the whole day working with you?"
"That doesn't count. You gave Qianqian such a big bouquet, but didn't give me anything today. I don't care, I want a gift!"
Lu Zhe nodded and handed over the trash can: "How about this, I'll give it to you as a bathtub, okay?"
Tang Xiaoguo looked at it blankly for a moment, and said sadly: "You gave Qianqian a bouquet of fresh flowers! You gave me a trash can to put me in?? Little Brother Zhe, could it be that you see me as trash!"
Lu Zhe was stunned: "That was careless of me! Xiaoguo, this is really a misunderstanding, I really feel this is suitable for you to take a bath."
Tang Xiaoguo pouted sadly, looking like she was about to cry: "You must...not like me! That's why you implied it with a trash can!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”