Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Was food provided by undead edible?
Were it those men dumped on the street, ones with enough fat on their bodies, they would certainly refuse. Used to the finer things in life, skipping a meal or two was nothing to them.
But for ordinary folk, this question was irrelevant. Not to mention the lower-rung sex workers, even the Doyles, who ran a family inn, had eaten their fair share of worm-ridden cheese and moldy black bread.
The root cause of this was that Weisshem lacked local produce. 80% of the land in Weisshem and surrounding villages was mountainous, and arable land in the area made up less than 5%.
While 5% of arable land might sound dismal, it should be more than enough to feed the 20,000 total population of Weisshem and its surrounding villages. Unfortunately, this world lacked the luxury of chemical fertilizers.
Without fertilizers, pesticides, or meticulous farming, it wasn't too difficult to imagine how meager crop yields were. Even with all the food produced in the area (wheat, corn, soybeans, potatoes) added up, the self-sufficiency rate barely achieved 60%. At least 40% of the food deficit had to be filled from elsewhere.
In areas with underdeveloped road infrastructure, transportation costs soared. Weisshem was only around 40 kilometers away from the nearest large city of Indahl, which wasn't too far away, but bringing grain from Indahl to Weisshem would inevitably raise the price by around 10%-20%. In other words, the cost of living in Weisshem was inherently higher.
To make matters worse, the mayor of Weisshem had spent over four decades in office, albeit his only "achievement" had been the transformation of Weisshem from a poor border town into a place of extravagance and luxury.
The influx of pleasure-seeking visitors brought substantial wealth, indirectly driving up prices in Weisshem—a bottle of the cheapest corn rum that cost four copper coins elsewhere would cost six in Weisshem; a pound of black bread that went for three copper coins elsewhere cost four to five; and a small can of but
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