"Of course we do. How else could we supply you with food?"
Chu Sheng had no intention of hiding it. If he didn't show off their strength now, how would he sell food to them later?
He had already had this in mind when he started growing food.
In the apocalypse, any faction, no matter who ran it, would need food.
Especially bulk food supplies they could trade for reliably.
Now he had the Floating Island, plenty of farmland, Old Man Li supplying a steady stream of quality seeds, and Wu Meng continually making Mechanism Puppets to work the fields.
Chu Sheng could practically say he lacked nothing.
As for drought at such a high altitude?
His Purifying Gourd provided unlimited water, a source far more reliable and superior to wells, rivers, rain, or anything else.
He didn't even have to worry about insects. All the soil on the Floating Island was part of Youming. Before the fusion, it had also been part of an anomaly. There weren't any insects in it, not even eggs.
Under these circumstances, he could easily become a grain merchant.
He had also had this in mind when he sent the survivors to farm earlier. Back then, however, he had no trading channels, so he had simply planned to grow the food first and store it. Then he could take it out whenever he needed it, even if its quality deteriorated over time.
After all, in the apocalypse, forget about old or stale rice-having anything to eat was already a blessing.
But now that trading channel had arrived.
After briefly explaining that one sequence nine supernatural material could be exchanged for five pounds of supernatural food, Chu Sheng turned his gaze toward Su Qiang, who stood behind Lin Bei.
He had never forgotten those words