Late Ming Dynasty: the Struggle to Save the World Begins with the Systematic Food Storage

In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, in the twelfth lunar month, we were in Beizhili, outside Zunhua City. The cold wind carried heavy snow, and it felt like a knife scraping against my face, causing pain. Chen Yue opened his eyes suddenly, and the biting chill instantly penetrated from the worn coarse linen clothes, making him shiver. What you see is a low and dilapidated adobe house with drafty walls. The thatch on the roof rustles in the wind. Under you is an earthen kang covered with hay, which is hard and uncomfortable.