Snow disasters were not to be feared. Being unprepared was what one should be afraid of the most.
Reality proved that as long as there were complete disaster resistance plans and means, the heavy snow could not penetrate the defense line of the basin.
At six in the morning, the sun slowly rose in the sky, and the snowfall finally began to slow down and stopped gradually.
It was like a break during the disaster.
From this moment onward, everyone had a three-hour break to prepare for the next big snowfall that would last eight hours.
Su Mo looked at the village.
The billowing smoke rose from the canteen in the backside of Hope Village.
The surrounding boilers had also been switched on full force, and thick black smoke raised to the sky in the cold winter.
It was a great comfort to the exhausted villagers that returned after their shift.