Night of February 18th.
The night was dark and starless, and the moon was covered by clouds.
The streetlights at the Big Camphor Tree Base illuminated the corridors.
Standing on the wall, Li Yu looked over the entire base.
The wind picked up, making his clothes rustle loudly.
"The wind is rising," said Second Uncle, looking at the distant forest. Even in the darkness, the shape of the trees was visible.
"Yes, the wind is rising," Li Yu murmured.
It seemed like he was responding to Second Uncle, yet also talking to himself.
The grains on the roads, like rice, had been gathered by the afternoon, transported to the food processing plant for drying, and then sealed into airtight underground warehouses.
The underground warehouses are highly sealed; even if entirely submerged, water cannot penetrate them.
Over at the greenhouse area, An Ya processed human waste from the septic tank into composite fertilizer.
