I Work as a Code Machine in the End of Winter

As you can see, I am a small author. A monthly salary of one thousand, occasionally a few hundred, often occasionally. I live in a small space of ten square meters. Books are scattered all over the floor and there is no storage space at all. Then, I awakened the system. It said: "Host, you must live!" I said: "There are still eight hundred words left, so don't bother me." It became anxious again, "Host, in a few days, it will be the end of winter!" I picked my chin, "Oh." What does it have to do with my 3,000 words a day? Just like that, my journey of survival in the doomsday winter began. ———— The main purpose is to adjust the mood, and the updates will not be particularly diligent. Purpose: live a good life