The sky gradually brightened.
Once the morning sun climbed over the horizon, the sparse crowds began entering the Gathering Place in twos and threes, preparing to collect tools and head into the fields to work.
According to the experience shared by agricultural experts on the World Channel, almost no rice variety could survive this bout of freezing weather.
Even so, quite a few territories that had planted rice were unwilling to give up. They shared their preparations for protecting the crops from the cold as well.
The best method was naturally to use greenhouses for temperature control.
As long as they could cover the rice with a temperature-control shelter and burn firewood to keep the internal temperature above minus five degrees, surviving five days would greatly reduce the loss caused by the freeze.
And as long as they could harvest half of it, that would be enough for the survivors to hold out until Autumn Harvest and place their hopes in the next sowing.
"Do you feel it? It seems unusually quiet today."
"Yeah. Those people used to wait here to extort supplies from us, but we haven't seen a single one today."
"Could they have gone too far fighting last night and ended up mutually wounded?"
"Hard to say. I heard a lot of gunshots last night. Good thing we were smart enough to spend the night outside."
"In my opinion, we should go to the refugee district first and ask around."
"Let's go together. We can also see whether the Defense Force is handing out supplies. Even getting a free meal would be good."
"..."
The sparse figures entered the Gathering Place and immediately noticed the huge difference inside compared to yesterday.
The thugs who usually wandered the streets seemed to have vanished.
Whenever one appeared, it acted