Food had naturally never been a problem for Romon.
Three days later, the first warehouse had been completed. Thick fog still hung outside, and not far away lay dense jungle, where the cries of wild beasts sounded from time to time.
Twenty villagers were now laying roads with sand and earth, mapping out the village's structure.
Even if he did not mind others knowing, Romon did not want to take food out of the Shennong Horn Space in front of the villagers.
Walking into the warehouse, which was roughly three hundred square meters in size, Romon swept his gaze over it, then waved a hand. Sack after sack of grain appeared out of thin air.
"Master, what should we do next?" Luoli asked Romon as she looked at the grain filling half the warehouse.
With so much food, several hundred people could eat for years.
Romon pondered for a moment and said, "How is that Gesuo doing with his task?"
"Master, these past two days, he has been contacting other wanderers. He went out again today," Luoli thought for a moment before answering.
It seemed Gesuo was quite diligent in his work. Romon stroked his chin.
In this world, as long as one could provide others with the conditions to survive, they would work their hearts out. It was far easier to handle than in the Main World.
In truth, these past two days, he had merely provided those wanderers with some food and water, allowing them to eat their fill for several meals. At the same time, he had distributed bedding and daily necessities, allowing them to settle down for the moment.
As for everything else, Romon had promised that once all the wanderers they could contact had arrived, he would distribute food and other supplies to them all,