The End of the World: My Tiny Town Can Be Infinitely Upgraded

One sentence introduction: When the extreme cold came, I took my daughter and a broken toy to build a city of hope for tens of millions of people in the last days. [Natural disaster version copy] It was 70 degrees below zero, and I was waiting to die holding my five-year-old daughter in my arms. A miniature town toy with peeling paint, stained with my blood—alive. System prompt: [Civilized fire is bound successfully, the territory range is 1.78 Meters. From then on, the ten-square-meter dilapidated house became an absolutely safe zone. Are extreme cold, earthquakes, acid rain, and mutated creatures coming in turn? I pour hot water on the ice wall and make the enemy break into a dog; I planted explosives by the dark river and let the attackers fall into the abyss; I used discarded steel pipes to build earthen cannons, which made warlords doubt their lives. While others were nibbling bark, my daughter was eating baked potatoes; While others are exchanging children for food, I am teaching the children how to read; While others are killing people and setting fires just for a bite to eat, I am studying how to grow mushrooms and raise beetles. The man who claimed to be the head of state led a tank and besieged the city: "Hand over that woman and I will spare your life!" My daughter closed her eyes and said, "Mom, their headquarters is on that hillside." I laughed. "Tie Zhu, push up our 'Township'."