As mentioned before, most of the land area in the 40K-1 Universe had been occupied by hordes of zombies. The surviving humans lived on islands of varying sizes scattered across the oceans, gradually developing their own unique cultures and ways of life.
Under someone's deliberate control, zombies would not enter the water, nor would the virus infect aquatic species. Rivers, lakes, and seas were therefore considered high-safety zones, allowing people to travel between different islands and continents by boat.
Islands generally were not suitable for large-scale farming, so to deal with food shortages, people from different settlements had developed the same habit: every so often, they sent out teams to conduct armed farming operations on the mainland, either planting crops or harvesting grain.
Collecting relics from the old world was also an important part of the process. Even dragging a battered old shipping container back to an island counted as expanding the nation's territory, didn't it?
Today's Time Point was good, coinciding with this Earth's spring planting season. So Su Ming remained invisible and took Dream of a Thousand Cats to watch a primitive agricultural display.
The procedure was simple. Armed forces first cleared zombies from a selected area, then formed a temporary security perimeter to prevent nearby hordes from approaching. After that, farmers without combat ability began landing and sowed the seeds as quickly as possible.
There was no fertilizing, no weeding, and no pest control. This was the most primitive method of cultivation.
Once the sowing was done, they withdrew and returned in autumn to seize the harvest. By then, the difficulty of the mission would rise another level.
"Doesn't this Earth have any Superheroes?" After watching a round of sowing, Dream of a Thousand Cats licked its nose and raised a question. "All I saw was an