Day twenty-six.
Yesterday, Lin Yu'an just completed a tough piece of work—the ice drill that looks primitive and is covered with hammer marks, but its edge shone with a cold glint, quietly leaning in the corner of the shelter.
It is not just a tool; it's the first spark of industrial civilization that he ignited on this wilderness using wisdom, sweat, and willpower!
He stood up and glanced at the stove; the charcoal inside had already burned out, leaving only a few red embers.
At that moment, a familiar mechanical roar, which was out of place in this primitive world, came from the distant horizon.
The sound came nearer and nearer, initially like the buzz of a mosquito, but soon becoming louder and clearer.
Lin Yu'an raised his head, squinting in the direction the sound was coming from.
Under the leaden, low-hanging clouds, a familiar black dot was rapidly enlarging.
