The locust plague had passed.
A complete mess.
But within the Big Camphor Tree Base, everything was proceeding in an organized manner.
The people of the base split into two groups.
One group continued to build the second Outer City.
The other group replanted the crops that had been devoured by the locusts, rushed to plant the early rice, and processed the locusts.
From 3 o'clock in the afternoon, in the blink of an eye, it was already 5:30 in the evening.
It was now spring, and the nightfall had been pushed back a lot.
At 5:30, it was still bright outside.
It would take only about half an hour for it to get dark.
But today, everyone was somewhat weary, initially thinking of protecting against locusts, but later on rushing to harvest the rice.
Non-stop.
So it was decided to let everyone return to the base earlier to rest.
Smoke curled up.
The aroma of fried locusts filled the entire base.
For the Big Camphor Tree Base, oil was not scarce.
