At the former site of a university in Dongshui City, the area had become a school.
A group of university professors sat in a thatched cottage, discussing the current situation.
Others could focus solely on survival, but they had to think about the future. Sitting around and discussing lofty ideas was an occupational habit.
"I've realized something: people have lost the psychological foundation for reproduction." Professor Jia voiced a terrifying fact.
"I noticed that too. Returning to eighteen is certainly a wonderful thing, but without the drive to reproduce, I'm afraid our sealed-off city will perish within a hundred years at most," Professor Yi said worriedly.
"I have an even bigger concern. Who's going to cook lunch?" Professor Bing looked around. "The cafeteria aunties and Grand Masters have all gone home..."
"Why? We didn't fire them," Professor Jia said in surprise.
"They said they didn't know how to use these big earthen stoves. Cooking for hundreds of people would take days, so they told us to figure it out ourselves." Professor Bing sounded helpless.
"..."
Everyone fell silent. This was no joke. Just getting those huge earthen stoves lit was troublesome, let alone cooking meals.
"It seems the issue isn't reproduction right now, but food and clothing," Professor Jia said gravely.
As soon as he finished speaking, the gatekeeper came in. "Gentlemen, people from the yamen are outside. They're asking you gentlemen to come discuss what we should do from now on."
"Old Zhang, you adapted pretty quickly. You're already calling us gentlemen?" Professor Yi teased.
"That's because I read novels all the time. Doesn't this look like we've all transmigrated back to ancient times? Of course we have to pick up ancient customs," the gatekeeper said righteously.
"Fine. You've definitely got a future ahead of you, kid."
The professors