After hanging up the phone, Feng Shan’s gaze fell upon the paper covered in writing.

Animal husbandry.

As the camp’s operations expanded and more people came and went, relying solely on hunting for meat was definitely not a sustainable option.

Kivalina was a prime example. Unrestricted fishing had led to a dwindling fish population in their waters. If he hadn’t used Witchcraft, those Inuit wouldn’t have had any whitefish to eat this year.

The camp’s situation was the same.

If they hunted endlessly, the Crown Territory would one day end up just like Kivalina.

Right now, the camp’s Tundra was expanding every second under the care of the tribe’s Fire Seed, and it had almost reached the airport.

It would be a waste to just let such a large patch of moss sit there unused.

Using it for animal husbandry should be fine.

They could raise animals like chickens, sheep, cattle, and even the three main meat providers of the Far North Tundra: reindeer, moose, and muskoxen.

It was doable.

Feng Shan drew a circle around the words "Animal Husbandry," marking it as an important task for the next phase.

After dealing with official business, he recalled what Jenny had said at the restaurant: the camp’s meat stores had reached a critical level.

It had been a while since he’d last hunted, so he decided to head to the Tundra and bring back some meat. Then, he looked at Nash.

"Tundra hunt. You in?"

"I’m in!"

Nash, who had been drowsy, immediately perked up. He hurried into his room and came out with two Type 56 carbines.

The two of them slung the rifles over their backs and walked out of the log cabin.

Along the way, they ran into Feng Jun. When he learned that Feng Shan was going to hunt on the Tundra, his eyes instantly lit up like lightbulbs.

"Brother Feng, take me with you! I’ve been here for so long and I’ve never even left the camp. I promise I won’t cause any trouble, okay?"

He finished speaking with a pitiful, wronged expression on his face.

Feng Shan laughed. "Quit putting on an act. You can come, but let’s get one thing straight: no chattering during the hunt. You’ll scare the prey away."

Hearing that he could go, Feng Jun nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice and scratched his ears and cheeks in delight.

The headlights of two snowmobiles pierced the darkness, carving out two bright paths through the vast, snowy landscape.

The roar of the engines shattered the silence of the dark.

When they passed the RV camp, Feng Shan made a point to stop for a moment.

This place held many memories for Feng Shan.

A younger, ignorant version of himself had been tricked by Frank into coming to Alaska from his home country. He’d been dumped in the middle of the godforsaken Far North Tundra, with only the RV to accompany him through those first difficult days.

Now he had moved to the new camp, and as promised, he had given the RV camp to Frank.

Frank, however, spent most of his time traveling all over Alaska, only occasionally returning to stay for a few days.

A house needs to be lived in. An empty house loses its vitality and deteriorates especially quickly.

When Feng Shan was away from the camp, he would arrange for someone to come and clean every day or two. If he was at the camp, he would clean it himself.

The three of them cleared the accumulated snow from the RV’s roof and inspected the fence to prevent wild animals from sneaking in and causing damage.

After they finished cleaning up, they left the RV camp and entered the pitch-black Tundra.

What should have been a sunlit afternoon was now as dark as night.

Darkness shrouded the land like a heavy curtain, concealing everything within it.

The Far North Tundra seemed even more vast and silent in the dark, with only the occasional sound of the wind and the rustle of snow breaking the stillness.

The three of them forged ahead with difficulty, relying on the light from their snowmobiles.

The temperature on the Tundra was even colder, at least -40 degrees. Their warm breaths instantly condensed into white mist in the air.

At the same time, the polar night made hunting more difficult, as they could only search for prey using the snowmobiles’ lights.

They finally spotted a herd of reindeer, but the engine noise startled them, and they fled.

After driving around for over two hours, they hadn’t managed to hunt a single reindeer.

Feng Shan raised a hand, signaling for Nash, who was behind him, to stop.

The snowmobiles slowly came to a halt. The roar of their engines faded, and the surroundings once again fell into silence.

By now, their animal-hide coats were covered in a dense layer of tiny icicles, and a sheet of ice had formed on their windproof face masks, making it somewhat difficult to breathe.

"This isn’t working. Let’s go check out the area with the muskoxen herds."

"Okay." Nash was the same as always; whatever Khilla said, went.

Feng Shan looked at Feng Jun, who was sitting behind Nash, shivering. "How are you holding up? Cold?" unbelieving

"N-no... not cold. Th-th-this... is nothing. B-back home... the weather... is about the same." Feng Jun’s teeth chattered nonstop, and his words came out haltingly.

Although he claimed not to be cold, his reddened eyes and trembling body had already betrayed him.

In this extremely cold environment, even wearing thick animal-hide coats, it was difficult to fend off the bone-chilling cold.

’He chose to come out hunting with me, so he has to bear the consequences.’

Feng Shan smiled. "Alright then. Follow me. Let’s go check out the muskox territory."

He then turned his snowmobile in a different direction and headed toward the muskox territory.

Muskoxen are easy to find.

This is because they would rather stay exposed on the open Tundra than retreat into the woods or take shelter to avoid the wind and snow.

Of course, this is also related to their diet. Muskoxen eat lichens, mosses, and some low-lying shrubs, which are all relatively widespread on the vast Tundra. Food resources are much scarcer in the woods, which cannot meet the muskoxen’s dietary needs.

Furthermore, the Arctic Tundra has open terrain, allowing muskoxen to more easily survey their surroundings and spot potential dangers in time.

During the winter in the Far North Tundra Region, predators such as wolves and Polar Bears are still active. An open field of view helps muskoxen detect danger in advance and take appropriate defensive measures.

In the woods, however, their line of sight is relatively limited, making it difficult for them to spot enemies.