The Municipal Affairs Division soon had no need to worry anymore.
Because a week later, people began turning into tree people.
Yes, tree people.
Their feet turned into roots, their hair into leaves, and their skin into bark.
The good news was that everyone could photosynthesize.
The bad news was that photosynthesis had to obey basic laws too—producing the energy a person consumed each day required a vast area of green leaves.
According to a simplified model calculated by mathematician tree people, one mu of land exposed to sunlight for half a year could produce three hundred jin of grain.
That was roughly enough to sustain one person at the bare minimum for half a year, provided they did no heavy labor and ate about one and a half jin a day.
Put simply, the energy a person needed each day required 666 square meters of sunlight for a day.
And how much surface area did a person have?
So there was something else to worry about: if everyone wanted to survive, they had to do everything they could to grow out their hair.
Of course, there was another solution: simply divide one mu of land equally among every person. You could all live in the fields.
The Municipal Affairs Division felt a little like giving up.
They had no idea what other bizarre things they would have to deal with.
This had already exceeded the limits of what their sense of responsibility and ability could bear.
They wanted to find capable people to help, but they could not find any.
They felt that there should have been very powerful people to solve such things, but for some reason, they could not remember who those people were. Perhaps they were the Deities of common sense?
They could only grit their