On a small street in Oasis City No. 777, filthy natives trudged along with baskets on their backs, the air filled with the sounds of bumps and scrapes.
At the stalls, vendors sized up the Sand Mine the natives had collected, vocally driving down the prices. They sold a glossy green fruit, each one as large as a human head.
These were Oasis Fruits, the very thing all natives relied on for survival.
It wasn't that the oasis could only produce this fruit, but it was the only one that could serve as a staple food, the only one that could fill their bellies.
Ni'Er and her grandfather lived this way. Just now, they had carried a three-thousand-jin load of Sand Mine here, found a familiar vendor, and traded for the fruit. They also bought a gourd of water and couldn't wait to begin enjoying their meal.
CHOMP.
