After the inspection, everyone got back to work.
The log cabins were mostly finished, so it was time to start building the farm.
"We should build the greenhouse taller. If it's too low, I'm worried the air won't circulate well after we install the heated brick bed, and it might suffocate the plants."
"How tall do you think it should be?" Evelyn Ford asked Yunnis Denton.
"Around five or six meters. It's a shame there's no bamboo here. Using bamboo strips to support the greenhouse would be much easier."
Evelyn had naturally thought of that as well. Without bamboo, they could use wood to build a frame. While other people's greenhouses were dome-shaped, Evelyn's was square and boxy. Quincy even joked that it wasn't a greenhouse, but a coffin.
As long as it kept the plants warm, Evelyn didn't care what it looked like.
Meanwhile, the refugees who had entered Fairgate had salvaged quite a few things from the ruins and had also started to set up camp in the mountains.
