Chapter 65: Cotton Clothes and Quilts Warm the Frozen Apocalypse!

“Thanks to you, she’s much better now. She should recover completely soon.”

Gu Man’s voice was soft and clear.

Song Lufeng breathed a sigh of relief. His voice also softened.

“The base’s sun has risen. It is bright and dazzling.”

Gu Man thought he was referring to the artificial sun. And in a way, he was indeed talking about the sun.

Just not the same sun she had in mind.

“That’s good. It must be much warmer over there now.”

In modern life, there were few chances to truly experience cold.

With air conditioning and heating, down jackets and cotton coats, most people never had to endure extreme temperatures.

Even in winter, the temperature in most regions only dropped to around minus five degrees Celsius. Snuggled in warm blankets, watching dramas or reading novels—life couldn’t get more comfortable.

But in the frozen apocalypse, the temperature had plummeted to over minus 200 degrees Celsius. Even with the artificial sun now shining over the base, it had only risen to around freezing point.

For people of the modern age, such conditions would still be unbearable.

Yet for those in the base, this was the warmest, most comfortable day in three years.

Not to mention, they now had light.

The light of the sun.

Humans were naturally drawn to light—it was imprinted in their genes.

“I’m sending over the cotton clothes and quilts now. You’ll be even warmer.”

“Mm.”

Song Lufeng thought to himself—he already felt incredibly warm.

Gu Man transported the cotton clothes and quilts over.

The cotton clothes came as complete sets—jackets and pants, with hats, gloves, and cotton shoes. They were thick and warm yet well-fitted, not bulky or oversized.

The quilts were large and heavy, with a plush inner lining that was soft and snug against the skin.

In preparation for their arrival, everyone treated the occasion with utmost reverence.

They cleared out the explosion-proof hall, swept the floors until they were spotless, and laid down clean steel plates.

The workers assigned to handle the cotton clothes and quilts washed their hands and faces thoroughly and changed into clean clothes.

Those who came to collect their share had also freshened up in advance.

The base’s temperature was now high enough to melt ice into water. Though the water was toxic and unfit for drinking, it could still be used for washing.

The more meticulous ones even wiped down their entire bodies with the icy water.

As they lined up, smiles spread across their faces.

Despite their tattered, patched-up clothes—mended countless times over—they did their best to appear tidy and presentable.

With the return of warmth, dignity followed.

No one wanted to be looked down upon.

“They’re distributing the cotton clothes and quilts!”

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

All eyes turned at once.

Wow!

The first recipient of the cotton clothes and quilt strode forward, chest puffed out with pride, grinning ear to ear as he carried his bundle past the crowd.

He walked like a warrior dragging a defeated beast, a champion flaunting a gold medal, a general returning victorious.

Everyone watched with burning envy.

The numbers for collection were assigned randomly, making the first recipient the luckiest of them all!

It was something he could boast about for decades.

“Look at his cotton coat—it looks so warm!”

“That quilt is so beautiful and thick!”

“When he walked past me just now, I could feel the warmth—it must be at least fifteen degrees!”

“I can’t even imagine how comfortable it must be to wear and sleep in these.”

“These are single-use cotton goods, worth as much as a seventh-tier crystal core!”

“In terms of rarity, they’re even scarcer than crystal cores. After all, we can hunt for crystal cores—but only the Savior can provide cotton!”

As they eagerly discussed, anticipation filled the air.

Soon, the second person collected their cotton clothes and quilt.

He proudly paraded around the crowd, making sure everyone saw, basking in the admiration before finally leaving.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth…

And after all the distributions, the base’s forum exploded.

Everyone rushed to share and flaunt their new treasures.

[This is amazing, comrades! You won’t believe how warm this cotton coat is!]

[I put mine on already, and I feel the same way, totally!]

[My quilt is beige, embroidered with… I think these are daisies? The craftsmanship is incredible, I’m in awe of our ancestors’ embroidery skills!]

[Machine embroidery was already common back then, okay? I’d say it’s their impeccable taste that makes this so beautiful! Ahhhh, I love my blue quilt!]

[I’ve already snuggled in—it feels just like being hugged by a mother!]

[My mom never hugged me, but this quilt’s embrace is enough for me!]

[Oh my god, how do you even bring yourself to lie inside? I’ve been sitting here for three hours just inhaling the scent of the cotton—it already feels so warm…]

[Comrades, check me out—don’t I look dashing?]

[Super dashing! This outfit is top-tier!]

…

“City Lord, don’t I look amazing?”

A user named Shu Weng, who had just posted on the forum, came rushing in, dressed in his brand-new cotton coat like a gust of wind.

“City Lord, City Lord! Do I look good? Do I?!”

“Take a picture of me and send it to the Savior—tell her to praise me!”

Shu Weng struck a pose, demanding a photo.

Song Lufeng glanced at him.

Young. Handsome.

In terms of looks, he had the upper hand.

But personality-wise…

Shu Weng was like a burst of sunlight.

Song Lufeng wasn’t particularly inclined to take a photo.

“City Lord, hurry up, take the picture!”

Shu Weng had no sense of tact as he continued pestering.

Shi Zhuang shook his head at the sight. Ah, this ignorant boy…

He threw an arm around Shu Weng’s shoulders.

“City Lord, let’s take the picture now.”

Old Master Shi Hai also joined in.

“Include me in the shot too.”

Lu He silently stepped forward.

Du Guan stood at the back.

Bai Shuang chuckled and pulled in the shyly blushing Qi Wan, who was also wearing a cotton coat.

Everyone beamed with joy.

Click.

Song Lufeng took the picture and sent it to Gu Man.

“Everyone is now wearing the cotton clothes you sent.”

Gu Man responded by sending over three more customized cotton coats.

“For you.”

Everyone stared at the tailored coats, scarves, and shoes on the table.

Envious.

“City Lord, why are your three coats different from ours?”

“They look even more stylish—why don’t you give me one?”

Shu Weng reached out to grab one.

But Song Lufeng stopped him.

“You’re still young.”

Shu Weng pouted.

“I’ll grow up!”

“You’re short.”

Shu Weng: “…”

Waaah, City Lord is bullying me!

This isn’t fair!

Shi Zhuang patted his shoulder.

Lu He patted his shoulder.

Shi Hai chuckled, “Nice try, kid.”

Shu Weng frowned. “Are you guys making fun of me?”

Everyone laughed, shaking their heads.

“No, no.”

Oh, silly boy. Didn’t you see the storm gathering on the City Lord’s face just now?

You actually dared to snatch from him?

That was a gift from the Savior herself!

Didn’t you notice how carefully the City Lord treasures those three coats?

Song Lufeng silently observed everyone’s reactions.

With most things, he could be generous.

But not this.

His lips curved slightly.

He was in an exceptionally good mood.