"Such murky ice."
The lunar rover stopped on a small hill, a location previously marked by the robot, where Fang Lin scraped off a thin layer of moon soil to uncover a block of ice the size of half a human body.
It was not at all pure, with so many impurities mixed in that it appeared more like an opaque grayish-white.
Fang Lin took out the geological hammer he carried with him, knocked off a corner, and examined it closely in his hand, the sunlight was now very weak, they were about to enter the lunar night, and it was almost time to return.
Zhang Zhiguang shoveled vigorously a few times before burying a radio signal beacon in the ground.
According to the robot's rough survey, there should be plenty of shallow ice here, which would likely be useful in the future.
This was already the third beacon they had buried, which was about enough for the use of the Dawn mission.
"01, 01, you should be returning soon."
