“Sure.” Chang caught the cracker in the air and sniffed it. “It’s not musty, but the smell of the cracker has faded. It won’t last for long.”
“It seems like we have no other choice.” Qing Shui looked at the small pile of crackers. “The military has already noticed us and their food reserve will soon run out. The trade of meat and crackers is going to be cut off.”
“But recently, I heard someone was trying to grow crops.” Hearing the bad news, Pang Zi anxiously joined the conversation. “The plants outside of the base are lush and someone suggested to grow grains and wheat. If the plant has adapted to the environment, the food production cycle should be able to be shortened to 10 days!”