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!"

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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.”

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!