Tian Xinyue really couldn't understand, in her view, those hardy mountain folks who lived their entire lives without ever leaving their mountains were living just fine, weren't they? So why was it that Han Jiaojiao's brother, with plenty of supplies and no worries about food or drink, was actually not doing well?
Staring at the starry sky, Han Jiaojiao slowly said, "Food and ammunition will run out one day, living for three to five years might be fine, but what about ten years, twenty years? One day, we'll have no choice but to return to the base."
Agriculture, industry, commerce, medical care, education... all these are closely related to life, and we can never do without them.
After thinking for a while, Tian Xinyue seemed to understand and said, "Yeah, when Tiantian grows up, it will be hard for her to find a boyfriend, surrounded by nothing but old geezers."
Unable to help herself, Han Jiaojiao chuckled, "What nonsense are you thinking of!"