"It's already July'."
"Yes."
Jiang Chen held onto Yao Yao's little hand as they strolled around the streets of the Sixth Street, the bustling market gave him a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Resources were becoming plentiful, people no longer looked impoverished, and the clothes on them were no longer made out of mutant fur or rags. Penniless people also no longer have to sell themselves as slaves. NAC's subsistence allowance didn't allow these people to live a comfortable life, but they could feed themselves.
The neatly built concrete houses once again stood on top of the ruins, replacing the shacks that used to be made out of iron and wooden supports. The landscape that was originally only seen in the Inner Circle now was common in the Outer Circle, benefiting every survivor in the Sixth Street.
