Perhaps because yesterday's market had been such a huge hit, noticeably more people had returned today to see it for themselves.
The entire market was bustling. The stalls stretched four to five hundred meters from front to back.
After finishing Ma Haoge's ramen, Su Mo took a detour to buy a large flatbread from the Mousse Cake stall.
It was made from coarse grains.
It was filling.
And it had a rich, fragrant flour aroma.
"This tastes much better than the cafeteria food. What a bargain!" As he chewed, a kindly, fatherly smile appeared on Su Mo's face.
Watching the place he managed improve day by day with his own eyes brought him more joy than anyone else.
In the cold records left behind by the future wasteland, the territory was still in a state of constant alarm. Everyone was living frugally and waiting for him to return.
But now, everything had changed drastically.
The positive effects brought by market-oriented reform were simply too obvious.
These ruins that had descended along with the Thousand Illusions Mist had also brought satisfying gains.
As long as there was no war and no devastating disaster descended,
Tian Yuan Territory would develop at an absurd speed, rapidly iterate toward industrial productivity, restart human civilization on this unfamiliar land, and build a Shelter Cluster that would astonish everyone.
Yet as he thought this, a faint chill suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Su Mo instinctively looked up. A silvery droplet descended through the mist and landed on the back of his hand.
"It's raining?"
The condensed mist had kept people from seeing the sky for a long time.
Naturally, no one had paid attention to the weather in quite some time either.
Su Mo opened the system and entered the territory panel.
Sure enough, the weather