Before him lay vast pastures with lush, vibrant grass that had grown robustly since the apocalypse. This new variety of grass was cold-resistant, high-yielding, and rich in vitamins and trace minerals.
About a dozen mutated cows, slightly larger in size, with black and white patches and exceptionally shiny fur, were leisurely strolling around the pasture. Occasionally bending their heads to snatch mouthfuls of the green grass, they chewed noisily, emitting a 'moo moo' sound.
Several milkers could be seen crouching beside some of these mutated cows, skillfully pressing and extracting milk into wooden barrels prepared below.
Derived from superior breeds highly selected and bred before the apocalypse, these mutated cows, generally of the First and Second-tier, still retained their previous docility. They spent their days contentedly roaming the pasture, producing more milk than ordinary cows, and the milk was even fresher.
