Jiang Baimian looked at Zhou Yue's smiling face and fell silent for a while. Underneath the light bulb's yellowish light, she gave up on any additional thoughts and muttered to herself, "I've read a lot in the past. They come from wilderness nomad settlements, private diaries, production records, and allocation lists.
"Through them, I felt like I saw groups of humans struggling to survive in that era of chaos and harsh environments, relying on relatively unclean water sources, low-production farms, and abandoned towns and villages.
