Above The Sky
Chapter 958 - 958 86 The Pioneers' Great Crisis Kaven's Short _2

958: Chapter 86: The Pioneers’ Great Crisis (Kaven’s Short Chapter)_2 958: Chapter 86: The Pioneers’ Great Crisis (Kaven’s Short Chapter)_2 This is what Miles occasionally heard from the Supreme Spirit Sect’s person in charge reporting to the higher-ups.

He wasn’t too clear about what an agricultural building was, but obviously, the Supreme Spirit Sect had far-reaching plans for this land.

For the vagrant refugees and pioneers, this was more comforting than anything else.

In the Northwestern Wasteland Marsh, there were three large districts, each divided into three smaller sectors, with each sector having a gathering spot.

The sources of the people at these gathering spots varied: some were pioneers attracted by propaganda, some were innocent civilians among the Rebel Highlanders, and some were from impoverished tribes living locally.

Miles was in the first large district, also the closest to the Black Swamp, and the place most susceptible to attacks from Magical Beasts and wild animals, but it was also the place with the most generous rewards.

In just one month, using borrowed tools and abundant resources, Miles had built a small wooden cabin for himself and Cynthia.

The workmanship was rational and skilled.

The person in charge of the gathering spot was even astonished, saying that he truly had the makings of a born carpenter.

Of course, fencing skills could also be applied to carpentry!

And there were plenty of good carpenters in Azure City, not to mention that Uncle Da’an had taught him some basics back then.

He would have learned something by osmosis…

At this thought, Miles fell into silence for a while.

Azure City had disappeared, and Uncle Da’an had died before his very eyes…

But he would not be discouraged, nor would he stop.

He was determined to create a brand new future for himself and Cynthia with his own hands.

Lately, Cynthia had not been idle either.

Though she was young, she was able to organize tools for the pioneers and help out in the kitchen.

The people in the communal kitchen quite liked this quiet but diligent little girl, always slipping her a chunk of sweet potato or a few beans.

The food was much better than before.

Speaking of food, Miles was truly puzzled.

It was still the recovery period after the grain disaster, but without mentioning those ‘Central Plains Potatoes’ and ‘Canaan Moore Grain Fruit’ said to be imported from afar, the pioneers had even been eating fresh off-season ingredients lately.

In February, one might still find rutabagas, but where did the tomatoes and spinach come from?

After hearing about the so-called ‘agricultural building’ from the person in charge of the gathering spot, Miles couldn’t help but yearn for the presumably advanced construction described.

If such a planting structure existed, then by focusing construction, land the size of a small town would be enough to meet the entire territory’s food needs, right?

Then what could be done with so much remaining land?

Miles was just fantasizing.

He did not know what the Dragon God’s Emissary in Xiawei Territory really intended to do, but it must be something big beyond his imagination, and he was part of this grand undertaking.

This unexpected sense of motivation and accomplishment drove Miles to work hard for two more weeks.

Although he later had the vague thought of ‘What do the Lord’s big plans have to do with me?

I’m just a laborer clearing wilderness.’ Seeing the plentiful food and punctually issued salary and bonuses rekindled his enthusiasm: “Who cares, I earn more here than I did working in the city, and I have to work hard wherever I go, so why not work here!”

Besides, at the gathering spot, preachers of the Supreme Spirit Sect would preach doctrines and guide everyone in prayer and meditation every day.

One must admit, these preachers were clearly novices, with some initially needing to refer to pamphlets to recite the doctrines fluently.

But they were obviously passionate, and after a few days, they could recite them by heart.

Being in a wilderness settlement isolated from civilization, the people at the gathering spot had no other choice.

Moreover, the Supreme Spirit Sect had informed them of this situation from the beginning, so even those who were skeptical would follow along in prayer, if only for the sake of appearance.

Furthermore, the Supreme Spirit Sect’s preachers were quite interesting: although they were not very familiar with the doctrines, they carried a sense of conviction as if everything they spoke about was reality.

After learning about the Dragon God belief deeply rooted among the local Mountain People, Miles could somewhat understand their special devotion.

Today, Miles’s task was to venture deep into the Black Swamp with a few familiar pioneers to scout intelligence for the next phase of pioneering work.

The periphery of the Black Swamp’s southern region had already been drained and just needed some further preparation to be ready for cultivation.

Once the exploration was complete, each person would receive a substantial reward.

“This time when I go back, I want to buy my sister a new dress,” said Miles as he chatted with his co-workers.

“It’s been so long, she’s still wearing those two outfits, I always feel sorry for her.”

“Yeah, when I get the bonus, I’ll send some money back to my wife at home.

She’s been waiting for me,” one co-worker sighed.

“After so many years of struggling abroad, being scammed is one thing, but not getting paid after working is really infuriating.

I didn’t expect that the Mountain People would pay up more readily than the Imperial People.”

“Exactly, I was just looking to scrape by with a meal originally,” another co-worker shook his head.

“With this bonus, I’m going back home to get married.

It feels so lifeless back there, the food is scarce and not even as good as here.

I’m going to bring her over too.”