Die on Mars - Chapter 203

c203 Day 324 (1) Desert, Solitary Smoke, Stirring

The girl took off her helmet, and her short black hair spread and floated.

She stretched out her index finger and lightly tapped the crushed biscuit in front of her. The latter slowly retreated under the force of the push and hit the second biscuit.

The second piece flipped and hit the third piece.

Six broken biscuits are lined up in mid-air, like dominoes. Each biscuit hits the next biscuit after being hit. Momentum is transferred between them in turn, but the biscuits are irregular, uneven and loose after all. Matter cannot move regularly like Newton’s pendulum. The seven biscuits quickly became disordered, tumbling and flying in different directions.

Ophiopogon japonicus exhaled curls of white water vapor and reached out to stop them.

The temperature inside the Crystal cabin is very low, about only four or five degrees below zero. This is still on the sunny side. The sunlight heats the bulkhead. When the space station enters the backside, the temperature will drop further. The dawn before the sun rises is the coldest. , at that time the temperature in the crystal cabin could be as low as minus ten degrees.

Nowadays, the only thing that can maintain the temperature is the cabin suit on Ophiopogon japonicus. The cabin spacesuit uses the battery of the crystal cabin as a power source. The umbilical cord connecting the cabin suit to the core cabin is both a data cable and a power cable.

The heating system of the cabin suit can raise the temperature to 25 degrees Celsius. Last night, Maidong slept curled up in the spacesuit. He put on his helmet and put on the mask. The inside and outside of the spacesuit were almost isolated. The insulation fabric of the cabin suit was quite effective. , but she still had to take off her mask when eating – the air pressure in the crystal cabin was normal, and the emergency oxygen system was supplying oxygen to the cabin suit and the core cabin at the same time.

Maidong glanced at the remaining medicine column and pressure gauge of the emergency oxygen production system. In this heavy metal tank, the alkali metal chlorate was steadily decomposing and releasing oxygen. The latter could still work for up to 380 seconds. Hours, a full sixteen days.

There is enough oxygen, which is a blessing among misfortunes.

Today is the third day of the space station destruction accident.

There are still eight days until the Tianzhou 37 cargo spacecraft arrives.

Tang Yue and Lao Mao on the ground continued their work of pounding shit.

If there were any other important things to do, they wouldn’t be squatting in the garage pounding shit, but at this moment there is really nothing more important than pounding shit in Kunlun Station – this is not to say that pounding shit is so important, but That person and cat have lost all means to interfere with the space station. They can only stir up shit while waiting for news from the space station. No matter how anxious you are, like an ant on a hot pot, you can only squat in the garage like a dung beetle. In this way, pinch the dung mixture and roll it into a round and flat shape.

If there was a chance, even one in 10,000, even one in 100,000, that there was any way to increase the orbital height of the United Space Station by one millimeter, Lao Mao and Tang Yue would put in 300% of their efforts.

But they are just making shit, which shows that they are really helpless.

Tang Yue’s helplessness turned into anger, and then he vented it on the shit in the jar. The shit brothers suffered disaster one after another, being hit hard with a heavy hammer until they couldn’t lift their heads.

“Brother Tang.” Old Mao held his shoulders and spoke sternly like a political commissar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, “Why bother venting your anger on shits? They are innocent.”

The old cat’s voice was low and deep.

“What does it have to do with you? Who are you to them?” Tang Yue asked coldly.

The old cat made a loud noise.

“guardian.”

“It’s a joke. I made these big excrements with my shit and my urine. When did you become a guardian?” Tang Yue slowly pulled out the rolling pin from the excrement bucket in the posture of a swordsman drawing his sword, stood up slowly, and held it with one hand. Behind him, he stood majestically, like a proud bamboo standing upright in the strong wind.

Opposite him, the old cat took out the poop stirrer from the bucket beside him, his eyes sharp.

The breeze blew between the two of them, picking up fine yellow sand.

stick.

sticks.

Round wooden stick.

Desert, solitary smoke, stick.

“The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles,” Tang Yue said.

“One sword gleams across nineteen continents.” said the old cat.

One person and one cat frowned slightly at the same time, looking murderous.

It’s too late to say it, but it’s soon!

Tang Yue shouted, “The window contains Qianqiu Snow of Xiling!”

“The ship is docked at the gate of Dongwu!” The old cat roared, ready to take advantage of the situation.

“Where is the restaurant.”

“The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.”

“Friends and relatives in Luoyang are like asking each other.”

“A heart of ice is in a jade pot.”

“The Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties!”

“How many terraces are in the mist and rain!”

One person and one cat panting.

“You are worthy of being a model worker from Mars and a saint from Kunlun. You and I are still on par with each other in terms of strength.” Old Mao took a step back, his face tensed, but his expression remained calm. “Today’s battle may be difficult to win or lose.”

“The Chief of Ceremony, Bingbi, and the Eunuch Admiral are in charge of the East Factory… Mr. Cat.” Tang Yue put away the rolling pin in his hand, as carefree and unrestrained as sheathing a sword, “He has profound skills at his feet, and there is no false scholar under the great reputation.”

“What is the performance today?” Maidong asked with a smile on the channel, “Chinese Poetry Conference?”

Tang Yue and Lao Mao were discouraged at the same time and turned back to pound the shit.

“It’s “New Kunlun Inn”.” Tang Yue answered.

“It’s “Dragon Gate Flying Cat”.” The old cat answered.

“I thought it was ‘Brainless and Grumpy’.”

However, there are too few people at Kunlun Station. No matter how creative Tang Yue and Lao Mao are, they can only sing weak dialogues and cannot perform large-scale group dramas. In Lao Mao’s words, it has a drama in its mind that is comparable to the Oscar-winning “Ben-Hur” For such a majestic and majestic script, it’s a pity that the number of actors available is too small, and there are only one person and one cat. So I can only imitate “Titanic” and stand on the roof of the Mars stray dog ​​”You jump, I jump” .

If you give it a group of people, it can rehearse “Alexander the Great.”

Tang Yue said that if there is a group of people, what else does Alexander the Great need? In Nanniwan, a vigorous proletarian mass production movement began, transforming the Yixi Plain into a paradise for living and working in peace and contentment.

“Girl, please come down quickly… As soon as we come down, we can play “The White-Haired Girl”.” Tang Yue pounded the dung bucket, “Let the old cat play Huang Shiren.”

“Why do you want me to play Huang Shiren?” The old cat smashed a dung ball over and said, “I play Huang Shiren, then who do you play? Yang Bailao?”

“I have done my duty, and it must be the male lead. Look at this Kunlun Station. Is there a second person who can take on such a big job?” Tang Yue picked up the dung ball and threw it back.

“Tang Yue is the male lead, so I will play the neighbor Aunt Wang.” Maidong chuckled.

“Neighbor Aunt Wang?” Tang Yue glared, aren’t you the heroine? How did she become the neighbor Aunt Wang? Where did this neighbor Aunt Wang come from? Lao Wang’s mother next door?

“Then who is the heroine looking for?”

“Maidong…” Maidong scratched his head, “Look for a tomato with white mold.”

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Old Mao looked sympathetic: Tang Yue, do you understand? That girl means to let you go with a rotten persimmon.