A moment later, Cao Xing clapped his hands and returned to the granary.
"Very good. I'm the only one left here."
"Now, it's time to get down to business!"
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
Looking at the mountain-like piles of food before him, his eyes filled with intense joy!
Because all this food would soon be his!
But before that, there was a problem before Cao Xing.
There was simply too much food here.
And his backpack only had eighty slots...
After all the resources and items he had looted earlier, twenty slots were already occupied.
In other words, he only had sixty slots left.
At four thousand kilograms of food per backpack slot, he could carry at most 240,000 kilograms of food.
There was no way he could transport all this food out in one trip.
Cao Xing sighed. "What a hassle. There's too much food—it's a problem in itself!"
If the other survivors heard his complaint, they would probably curse Cao Xing behind his back.
After all, while everyone was no longer as desperately short on food as when they had first entered this world,
they were still living with their belts tightened.
As the populations in the major territories grew larger and larger, feeding everyone every day was already enough to stump many people.
Even the top-ranked legions were no exception.
At this stage, before their territories had been cultivated, they simply could not achieve self-sufficiency through farming.
So they either had to hunt outside or purchase supplies from nearby villages and towns.
But both options required them to spend various resources.
So how could they possibly be like him, treating Light Church camps like their own warehouses whenever they ran short of food?
After pondering for a moment, Cao Xing quickly found