Wasteland Calendar, Year 2, September 10.
Overcast.
As the New Continent approached autumn, it received more rain. Short showers came and went in scattered bursts. Though they brought a faint, fatigue-soothing chill, they also kept the various territories constantly tense, daring not relax for even a moment.
At this critical juncture, everyone feared that all their efforts would come to nothing.
They had to prevent the rain from spreading and causing immeasurable losses to the crops that were about to ripen, which would affect the harvest for the entire year.
Even when it was only a scattered shower, the territory administrators would frequently organize disaster-prevention and emergency-relief efforts.
No one had to do anything in particular. They simply stayed in the wooden huts beside the fields, waiting for the rain to fall and then waiting for it to stop.
It was dull, yet no one dared relax in the slightest.
Looking down from high above,
vast stretches of farmland had been reclaimed by hardworking humans, most of it planted with cold-resistant wheat.
Nourished by the rain, the wheat seedlings grew especially luxuriantly. Golden fields spread out before the eye, like carpets laid across the earth. They were a beautiful sight.
Corn had also won the favor of most survivors after the freeze disaster. This crop could withstand harsh environments and did not require much soil fertility, making it ideal for the Wasteland.
Although most territories had planted it somewhat later because of the seeds, the crops in the fields had already reached a certain scale.
Many of the plants were tall and straight, with broad, thick leaves. The ears of corn hanging from them had gradually filled out.
It was foreseeable that once the autumn harvest ended, humanity would open a new chapter in the Wasteland!
Seven o'clock in the