So in Lin Yue's view, it's more reliable to think about how to withstand disasters honestly.
The pitch-black straight road kept extending forward, and the materials in Lin Yue's hands were continuously decreasing. He went back and forth once, bringing back all the remaining materials, and continued laying the road.
Gradually, the light began to brighten, and as time went on, Lin Yue also found that the asphalt road he was repairing had already reached a considerable length.
He looked up at the sun that had emerged over the horizon, sat down, took a sip of the iced coffee he brewed before coming out, and breathed a sigh of relief.
There was still more than half of the materials left, but he didn't expect that in over an hour, he had laid nearly ten kilometers of road, which was quite impressive.
But it still seemed a bit slow...
Lin Yue pondered for a while and suddenly thought of a method.
