After a month of hard work, the Xuanwu base at the end of the world finally completed an almost impossible task - to receive all the survivors in the alien forest surrounding the White Tiger base.

The population surged from five million to six million, which is by no means a trivial matter in the end times with a sparse population and scarce resources.

In the conference room at the center of the base, Song Lufeng stood in front of a huge electronic map, staring deeply at the ever-growing population data.

Behind the numbers are millions of faces filled with fatigue and hope.

"Adding a million people is not only a burden, but also a responsibility."

Bai Shuang beside him nodded:

"Especially in the last days, food, water, medicine, and shelter all depend on the supplies sent by our ancestors. But we cannot rely on them alone. We must find a way to be self-sufficient."

The situation for the survivors who had just been received at the Xuanwu Base was not optimistic.

Their bodies were covered with scars from the harsh environment of the end times, and some were so weak that they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Food shortages, parasites, and diseases are the common marks of these people.

But even so, there is still a gleam of new life in their eyes.

A young mother held her frail child in her arms, her face full of excitement: "We have finally left the alien plantation and finally found a place to settle down..."

An old man with a limp looked at the neat gate of the base, tears welling up in his eyes: "I never thought... that I could walk out alive."

However, the problems that arise cannot be ignored.

A population of six million means an astonishing amount of resources are consumed every day.

Food, water, medicine, housing facilities, all shortages are like huge mountains.

The person in charge of Xuanwu Base issued a warning in an emergency meeting:

"If we can't find a way to solve these problems, we won't be able to hold out for long with only the supplies our ancestors sent us!"

"Our ancestors also have their own lives. We cannot become a burden to them!"

"We must stand up and never let our ancestors down!"

A tense atmosphere gradually filled the base.

At this time, a group of special people appeared among the crowd at the Xuanwu base - plant mutants.

This batch of people with special abilities is not large in number, but they bring hope.

They can manipulate the growth of plants and even improve the soil, allowing certain plants to take root and sprout in harsh environments in a short period of time.

When the base manager found them, a man in his thirties slowly stood up.

He had dark skin and a thin body, but his eyes were bright and determined:

"We can try to use the soil from the end of the world, combined with the silt and dung sent from modern times, to see if we can grow crops."

Dr. Li Kan stood aside and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"The soil in the end times is hardly suitable for growth. Alien plants have taken over everything here. Are you sure?"

The man nodded:

"The soil of the apocalypse is not completely wasteland, it's just that too many nutrients have been absorbed by alien plants. We can give it a try by mixing it with the silt and feces sent from modern times and adding our abilities."

Li Kan and Song Lufeng looked at each other, with a hint of hope in their eyes.

"You can give it a try."

A cleared piece of wasteland became the experimental site for this attempt.

The plant mutants are divided into groups, each responsible for a different plot of land.

Silt and feces from the past were spread evenly on the land, and they used their abilities to slowly blend these materials with the soil of the end times, while also sowing some seeds sent from the modern era.

A psychic gently pressed his hands on the soil, and a light green light flashed in his palms.

"Look! It's sprouted!" someone shouted in surprise.

Sure enough, a few emerald green seedlings emerged from the ground, trembling and growing out of the soil. Although they looked immature, they represented the miracle of life.

The people around cheered, but the leading psychic remained calm:

“This is just the beginning. It will take time for these plants to grow and even bear fruit.”

They work day and night, using their supernatural powers to constantly adjust the soil to ensure that the plants can survive in the harsh apocalyptic environment.

A month later, the first crop finally matured.

It was a field of lush green crops. Although the area was small, it was enough to inspire everyone.

"It's finally grown!" A plant mutant jumped up excitedly, tears in his eyes.

Song Lufeng stood at the edge of the field, looked at the crops, and took a deep breath. "This is the first step, and the effect is quite good."

Li Kan nodded and said, "If this can be promoted on a wider scale, the food crisis at Xuanwu Base will be gradually alleviated."

The success of the plant mutant spread quickly throughout the base.

The news raised hopes among the six million-strong base.

More survivors began to spontaneously participate in the planting work. Even if they did not have special powers, they were willing to use their own hands to turn the soil and water the crops.