June 7th, Year 8 of the Doomsday Calendar. Sunny.

In the civilized era this had been a major day, the day of the college entrance examination, but nine years after humanity transmigrated to the wasteland, it was rarely mentioned anymore.

Few people even remembered these dates. They simply lived one day at a time.

As the sun rose from the horizon, it brought a touch of warm light with it.

After five days of silence, Mulberry Field Town had finally welcomed the “revival” that everyone had been looking forward to.

After a few days of rest, the migrant workers, full of energy, walked out their doors and began looking for work and spending money.

Shops that had closed for lack of foot traffic reopened early in the morning.

Outside the town, the vehicles that traveled back and forth also found business again, and began to carry wave after wave of migrants back into town.

Everything seemed to have returned to what it had been before the heavy rain.

Harmonious.

Peaceful.

“Xiaojuan, I’m leaving.”

“By the way, stay home for the next few days and don’t rush back to work. Wait until this storm passes before you go back.”

After eating breakfast early in the morning and giving Huang Xiaojuan a few instructions, Su Mo picked up his backpack and went out.

A total of six families had now moved in next to his courtyard. They were all skilled fighters sent by Feng Tianmin.

With their protection, plus Oreo’s vigilance, as long as Huang Xiaojuan stayed at home, she would basically run into no difficult problems.

But in contrast,

“As expected, survivors who have lived in the wasteland this long may not be sensitive to the prices of other goods.”

“But food is different. Even the slightest disturbance can set off a major conflict.”

As Su Mo strolled toward the place where he had bought grain the previous night, he could smell a chaotic atmosphere the instant he stepped out of Gutian Third Street.

Mulberry Field Town was too crowded with people!

In the past, with the constraints of the rules and the suppression of the guards, even when the outsiders, who outnumbered the permanent residents ten or dozens of times over, caused trouble, it would only be a small disturbance that ended at once.

But now,

five days of heavy rain, zero income, and rising grain prices

had directly cut deeply into the savings of the migrant workers staying in rented rooms.

Those with some savings might be able to hold on a little longer.

With food prices rising, those without savings might struggle to even afford a meal.

With a cost of living this enormous,

these people were clearly no longer as obedient as before, and other ideas had begun to take hold in their minds.

“Hey, bro, got any money? Can you lend me some?”

“I really have no money for food. Can you lend me a little? I’ll pay you back double after the Summer Harvest.”

Su Mo was still thinking about how to deal with this wave in the territory when, just as he turned a corner, several abrupt voices rang in his ears.

Looking up, he could not help laughing.

Perhaps it was because they saw that he was all alone and “slender.”

Or perhaps it was because they saw his glowing face, which looked like he had no worries about food or clothing.

Three middle-aged men, their faces flushed, stammered as they emerged from the shadows of the corner, looking utterly embarrassed.

“You’re out of money?”

“It’s really gone. We can show you the game panel if you don’t believe us,” one of the slightly shorter middle-aged men quickly chimed in.

“The cost of living in the territory is too high. The three of us need one survival point a day just to eat. And there are still more than ten days until the Summer Harvest...”

Seeing that Su Mo seemed to be considering a loan, the three of them quickly began to complain about their troubles.

But Su Mo, standing opposite and listening the whole time, wore a smile that grew wider and wider.

“No way. I remember seeing you guys drinking and bragging at a food stall the day before yesterday.”

“And now you’re out of money?”

Su Mo’s powerful memory was not enough to let him remember everything, but it was still remarkable.

Besides, only two or three days had passed, so he hadn’t forgotten it all.

Now that they had been exposed...

The three burly men hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end chose...

“Lend us some money. We know you have money. If you don’t lend it to us, we won’t be able to survive.”

“That’s right, give us some money, and we’ll help you sort things out if you ever run into trouble.”

“I, Brother Liu, am a big shot in Mulberry Field Town. Everyone has to give me face. Kid, lend some to your brothers.”

As they spoke, the three of them subtly shifted their feet, surrounding Su Mo.

Judging from how practiced they were, it was clear this was not the first time they had done something like this.

“So you can’t fool me, and now you resort to robbery?”

“What, aren’t you afraid of being caught by the territory’s enforcement team? Or are you planning to pull off this one job and run?”

The three of them looked a little off, their eyes starting to wander.

Su Mo shook his head, chuckled softly, and walked straight ahead.

He did want to take action directly and let the three of them taste what a failed robbery felt like, but then he thought again.

If it had not been for this sudden disaster, and for the vicious competition among the grain stores of Mulberry Field Town that had led to all the other grain stores, the ones that could provide jobs, closing down, things would have been fine.

It would not have come to this, with all these migrants thrown into disarray, doing nothing all day.

“It’s still a management problem. Such a large town, and yet no one regulates employment opportunities.”

“Hmm.”

Not knowing what the mayor of Mulberry Field Town was up to, Su Mo lost interest in watching the bustle in front of the grain shops after being disturbed like this.

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