There was pitifully little meat in it.
But it came with a large bowl of distinct, fluffy rice. The rice was fragrant, and a bite of rice followed by a sip of soup was simply wonderful.
Compared to what they had eaten before, this was already quite good.
At the very least, Fu Zeyu ate with both thumbs raised.
"We just happened to run out of meat here. Once the hunting party returns, we should be able to get quite a bit."
While eating, Fu Zeyu chatted with the elderly farmers about many things.
Those who chose to stay in the city and work were mostly the elderly, the weak, women, and children. The other strong adult men and women either joined the expedition teams or the hunting parties.
Those who were a step below that chose to do hard labor, such as hauling sacks and stones.
Of the two, expedition teams were less dangerous than hunting parties, so everyone who could join a hunting party was capable.
As for those farming in the city and studying crop yields, they had secured jobs that were easy, safe, and kept them fed. Of course, they had earned those jobs through their own abilities.
In the end, Shattered Soul and Terminus both chose to join the hunting party.
Fu Zeyu, meanwhile, joined an expedition team.
After the meal.
An old man took three incense sticks from a wooden cabinet and lit them before the deity statue in the shrine beside him.
"Sir, do you believe in gods?" Fu Zeyu found the gesture rather strange.
The old man wore a nostalgic expression. "There truly were gods here once. When I was young, I saw a god perform miracles with my own eyes."
"Unfortunately, I never saw one again after that."
After the mutated