Daybreak came.
It was a peaceful night yesterday.
The Constant Star Train was nestled next to two level-three iron mines in the wasteland of "Crisis Valley." Residents had already begun their labor with their picks in hand, each face marked with anxiety as if their picks could fly.
In reality...
There were too many residents, and too few mines.
If you didn't scramble to mine, you simply couldn't collect enough.
With many wolves and little meat, internal competition was inevitable.
"Sigh..."
Stretching comfortably, Chen Mang got up from bed, washed himself in the refrigerator, lit a cigarette, and sat in a chair to check today's "Train Log."
This was almost one of his daily routines.
Upon waking, he would smoke a post-wake cigarette, then review the train log to see what had happened while he was asleep.
The train log was recorded in great detail.
As usual.
