The residents of Pingtan Shelter lived in terrible conditions.
Su Mo had seen this reality with his own eyes while following the spiral staircase downward.
He had no idea how those Mole People endured such a confined space. They had lived for over two hundred years in an area of less than three square meters per person, and had even grown accustomed to such cramped quarters.
It was even more terrifying than prison! At least the few dungeons in the territory provided eight square meters per person. Compared to this place, they were practically heaven.
Su Mo's expression was somewhat peculiar.
He now somewhat understood why the residents of this Shelter displayed such astonishing purchasing power when faced with fresh vegetables.
These poor people could barely breathe more than a few mouthfuls of fresh air, let alone see plants grown on the surface.
Perhaps it was not the taste of the vegetables that made them so popular, but the aura of freedom they carried that attracted the Mole People to buy them one after another.
They were trying to use this method to adapt to and experience their future lives in advance.
"Pingtan Shelter has twenty-one levels in total. The upper sixteen levels are all Living Levels for residents. In theory, this place should comfortably accommodate thirty thousand people, and the maximum should not exceed fifty thousand. Unfortunately, as the shelter's residents continued reproducing over the long years, the population eventually exceeded that limit by far, leading to the disastrous consequences we see today."
Hunter Tiger continued his introduction.
They had nothing to do while cooped up in the shelter, and they could not go out to work on the surface.
What else could they do? Pingtan Shelter initially had just over twenty thousand people, but after only three generations,