Any simple production activity, once developed on a large scale, would ultimately produce an astonishing result.
Compared with the humans in the future ruins, who had secretly planted crops while waging war against the alien races and ultimately harvested barely half a year's worth of food, the current planting conditions on the New Continent were unprecedentedly healthy.
Aside from one disaster involving a sudden drop in temperature that destroyed quite a few rice crops unable to withstand the cold, the Earth players had encountered almost no other difficulties from sowing to harvest.
The seeds had been cultivated in the deep sea long ago. They were all excellent, high-yield varieties, and their output was gratifying.
The land consisted of vast stretches of fertile plains, irrigated by water systems. It was far superior to the barren, arid lowlands and deep valleys of the future ruins.
Even the fertilizer was no longer simple manure, but excellent chemically synthesized fertilizer.
With all three factors combined, the land's yield had soared to an almost unbelievable level.
Even though the Earth players' appetites had increased greatly because of their routes, this single harvest was enough to replenish two years' worth of food supplies.
"What a long-lost hope. From having nothing to having our warehouses full of grain, we waited a full two years for this. So many people worked hard for it, and so many more fell on the wasteland for a mouthful of food or a sip of water. Looking back carefully on this journey of more than seven hundred days, it really hasn't been easy!"
Musk was filled with indescribable exhilaration, even more so than when they had developed Epoch Alloy a few days earlier.
Only with their warehouses full of grain did humanity have the greatest confidence to establish itself on the wasteland.