The harvest continued.
The enormous harvesters roamed the vast land like tireless beasts.
As noon arrived, many people gradually began taking breaks.
The workers who had gained stable incomes and accumulated some assets thanks to Magitech Industry finally had time to rest. They flocked to the cafeteria for meals, then took out their Magic Nets during their breaks.
This was one of their few forms of entertainment.
The moment they opened the Magic Net, they found discussions of new crops, Agricultural Magitech Machinery, and similar topics everywhere, immediately drawing their attention.
The nobles might have cared deeply about all this because of the potential profits, but ordinary people like them were different.
They had truly experienced hunger. Many of them had nearly starved to death more than once, and nearly everyone knew someone who had starved to death.
Under such circumstances, they were exceptionally sensitive to food.
It could even be said that nothing in this world mattered more to them than food.
Food meant life.
That was essentially how they saw it.
When they learned that a single crop could yield more than two thousand jin per mu, they were stunned.
Tears welled up in countless eyes.
Rost Territory.
Magitech Vehicle Manufacturing Plant cafeteria.
A young man looked at the information on the Magic Net and could not help covering his face as he burst into tears.
"Jody, what's wrong? Did someone bully you? If something happened at the factory, I'll go to the union with you!"
Seeing this, his companion hurried over to ask.
Unions—workers' associations—had originally merely been intermediaries, places where craftsmen sought work and merchants or nobles recruited laborers. However, Rost Territory was a special case.
Although it gathered the greatest number of workers and craftsmen on the entire continent, it had always faced a shortage