It was a bright but cloudy day in the territory, the atmosphere was comfortably temperate, and almost everyone was outside.
The sun’s embrace was warm, but not too hot. The sky stretched expansively, with the soft breeze greeting everyone good morning.
At this time, there were already plenty of people hunting outside the territory, and many more heading out, weapons out, ready to accompany the guards in clearing out the surroundings of enemies.
They were mostly guards, but there were also plenty of citizens, a lot of whom hope to get the job during the next openings.
Being a guard was still the best, not only would you get stronger, you’d be rewarded in and of itself.
Also, the guards were very cool.
There were also the people who were hired by the territory to get the carcasses of the monsters killed by the sentries, provided there weren’t maggots, of course.
One feature of this place was, as the resources refreshed at a miraculous rate, so did the decomposition of dead things on the soil.
This included food.
One could imagine thinking a barbeque would be perfectly fine after not eating it after resting a couple of hours… only to wake up with it filled with maggots!
Interestingly, this only happened outside of the territory, so biscuits and noodles were especially popular even if the trip outside only lasted a day.
The maggots here were very scary and very, very, ugly. Although they didn’t actively attack people like in those scary apocalypse movies, accidentally touching them would be painful and could lose someone major amounts of spirit.
Anyway, their jobs were to check whether the meat had maggots or not. They were instructed to ignore those meats with maggots and double-checking those that did not for further processing.
The territory was increasing and almost everyone was used to eating meat every meal, back to how it was, which surprised even the rich aborigines.
Further, after improving their physiques… their food requirement increased as well. The System restaurant probably provided food that better considered the changed physiques, but they still wouldn’t exchange it for the food they had now. The difference wasn’t much anyway, and they only had to eat a little more meat.
Overall, one could imagine the meat consumption. This also meant that the mobs hunted outside weren’t enough anymore. For now, anyway.
Of course, the meat was studied thoroughly for consumption before being sold at the discount markets, and the other parts were sold to leather manufacturers like Sassy the Tanner.
Bones were also sold to Baron’s group as they could create various tools, even needles, from it.
As for the rest of the carcasses, they were asked to be sent to the composting pit, to be made into fertilizers.
The inside the territory on the other hand was no less lively.
There was a bustle of activity in pretty much every corner of the village. Regardless of activity, laughter and chatter flowed freely in the village, as neighbors caught up with news and gossip as they prepared for their day.
First, there were already a lot of people perusing the interior forests at that time, cleaning out loose wood and stones to sell and find plants to eat.
Then, there was the marketplace that was already bustling with life. The stall owners laid out their products and wares to sell, wearing welcoming smiles on their faces, imagining the day’s sales. On these stalls, there were also various colorful fruits on display, herbs, handicrafts, and the like.
Some people also started selling Terran items for novelty, still for high prices, selling them as if they were antiques. For example plastic ware, jewelry that wasn’t converted to Xeno currency, and even things like story books, toys, and the like.
Interestingly, these people had hoarded these things not on their own, but mostly bought from others early in the Migration.
This reminded her of the stories of people hoarding antiques back in Terran during the Great Famine, and getting rich when they regained their values.
The industrial factories were not yet open, but the makeshift armory and weapons stores were. The expert’s hammers and tools had rhythmically prepared for the start of production, and one could already imagine the goodness that would be created.
Other than these, the aroma of freshly cooked goods and baked bread bathed the air, relaxing everyone’s souls.
Overall, there were very few people idle in the territory and people seemed to have somewhat recovered from the disasters of the previous week.
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