In an inconspicuous corner of the black market, a makeshift stall stood casually erected, with a dirt mound right behind it.
Zhang Hao and his two dark-skinned brothers sat by the edge of the mound.
Zhang Hao looked about forty years old, while his two dark-skinned brothers also appeared quite aged. The three of them sat together, looking like farmers from the last era scraping a living from the earth.
They radiated a simple and honest air, with mature appearances, the furrows in their brows etched with signs of hardship.
Nowadays, having a piece of land to farm is a privilege of the elite—a high-class entertainment of returning to nature.
The lower class feeds on synthetic meat and vegetables, 3D-printed by factory machines according to programmed instructions.
