Professor Zheng couldn't say a word.
——Yes, time waits for no one.
For farmers, what could be more important than having the whole family fed?
Delay...
If they delay one day today, tomorrow, impatient elders might come over personally.
Those who have never experienced famine will never understand the fear of hunger.
Moreover, even if there's no rush to plant, such a vast wasteland, what if someone accidentally wanders in, or a child out of curiosity...
Thinking about it, everyone fell silent.
Professor Zheng's stomach growled, and when he looked at his two old companions, they too looked pale.
After all, they were getting on in years.
He sat down in silence, opened his lunch box, and suddenly shouted:
"Eat!"
"Everyone eat!"
"This afternoon, no matter what, we must get to the bottom of the last bit!"
The three elderly men exchanged a glance, now clutching their lunch boxes, each chew seemed to be gnawing at the flesh of their sworn enemy.
