"Let's go," Bai Lian said.

"Hmm. Let's go check out other places."

The group then walked a distance into the city center. Smoke was seen rising from many places.

It's already noon. Are they cooking?

Jixiang remained inside the space. Whenever they went out, they always wore tattered long-sleeved shirts and pants, along with hats and masks. Therefore, when Fengran and the other two walked on the street, they didn't attract much attention.

People are indeed starting to move in outside one after another.

There are many young people and old people. There are also people sitting by the roadside or under the eaves chatting and eating.

The bowl contained some kind of cabbage porridge. Without exception, it was all dark, mushy porridge. And there was practically no oily or greasy vegetables.

"Auntie, have you eaten yet?"

"Otherwise what?"

...

"It seems like quite a few people live here now. Why don't you all live in the resettlement area anymore?"

"There's no place like home, no matter how big or small. It's more liberating to be back here," said the young man squatting down to eat.

"So, now that you're out here, what are you eating, buddy?"

"They grow crops. And the mayor has been distributing vegetable seeds to the citizens who have moved out to live elsewhere."

There are still five jin of grain left. We just need to harvest ten jin of vegetables and send them back.

"Then this mayor is not bad."

“What do you mean it’s good! If it were really good, they should have given us more grain. Only five jin! That’s not enough to last us for several days,” another elderly woman in a floral shirt chimed in.

"Then why are you still coming out?"

"Just bear with it, it'll pass. A lot of people have come out now. By the way, what are you doing here?"

The man asked warily.