He set up the satellite terminal and lit the tribal Fire Seed.
Back at the camp, Feng Mountain didn't even have a moment to catch his breath before he had to get busy with other things. Life in the Far North Tundra wasn't just about distant horizons and poetry; it was also about an endless stream of chores.
For now, their food reserves were sufficient. Firewood, on the other hand, had become their main consumable.
It was needed for cooking and for keeping warm.
Feng Mountain had once calculated that the camp consumed 30 kilograms of firewood per day for heating and cooking. Especially over the past few days, with people constantly dropping by to freeload, their wood consumption had multiplied. The woodpile, once stacked as high as a wall, was now more than half gone.
He called for Nash, and the two of them dragged a sledge out of camp, heading into the Moonlight Forest to gather firewood.
