Doomsday: I have a super farm

Zhuang Chen listened to the information he expressed and felt that this person was somewhat familiar.

However, no matter how he thought about it, he could not remember the identity of this person for the time being.

"Did you hear any important information?"

"Their words were intermittent, saying something about the light source of life? It seems that the city that was recently robbed was also under their control.

Then there was a secret discussion, and they should have entered a special room, which caused me to hear nothing."

Lin Yi scratched his head in annoyance and slowly told Zhuang Chen all the news he knew.

Zhuang Chen finally grasped a little key point and thought about all the things that happened before.

He did not expect that this Sun Ye actually had a connection with the mysterious man.

The light sources that flew out of the foreheads of the forces he killed before were all related to the mysterious man.

In other words, they were also related to Sun Ye in disguise.

They are all snakes and rats in the same nest. It seems that it is not an easy task to uproot them this time.

"I have a clue about this matter. You continue to help me keep an eye on them, but you must pay attention to your own safety."

After he said this, he parted ways with them.

Zhuang Chen quickly returned to the farm's studio and lifted his sleeves.

Looking at the deep wound that was visible to the bone, there was no state of repair, and the blood-red scab also revealed a hint of black corpse poison.

He stretched out his fingertips and poked it gently, and there was still a trace of pain.

"I thought it was the same as the corpse poison last time, but it was even more serious."

Zhuang Chen took out the antidote he developed last time from the cabinet and poured the off-white powder on the wound.

"Hiss..."

The medicinal properties inside conflicted violently with the corpse poison, and Zhuang Chen's eyes jumped in pain.

It took a long time to get out of such pain.

Zhuang Chen shook his arm and poured out the excess powder.

He didn't put too much emphasis on it.

He went to the kitchen to boil water, and turned off the fire when he made sure it was between 50 and 60 degrees.

He soaked the bitter melon seeds in it, and also stirred it with chopsticks.

When the water temperature drops, let it soak in it for seven or eight hours.

During this period.

Zhuang Chen went to the warehouse, picked up the hoe and went to the greenhouse.

"Fortunately, the soil here has been renovated in advance, so there is no need to turn it over again."

Zhuang Chen watched the soil being turned up, and the air was filled with the smell of soil.

He skillfully took out fertilizer from the sack and sprinkled it on the soil, making the soil fertile and thick.

Finally, he waved the hoe in his hand to make a nest and make a gully for the drainage system.

"Tidy up this piece of soil, and then sow the bitter melon seeds when the time comes."

Zhuang Chen stopped his actions and hammered his aching waist.

Zhuang Chen patrolled the farm, watching the good growth of the fish, chickens, pigs and plants he raised.

His steps were subconsciously excited.

Until the sun set.

Zhuang Chen saw that the bitter melon seeds had been almost processed.

He reached out to pick up the bitter melon seeds in the water and put them aside to dry.

Walking into the dug land, Zhuang Chen leaned over and threw a bitter melon seed into the earthen hole.

Each distance was adjusted just right. After finishing the work in his hands, he waved the hoe in his hand and scraped the soil sideways.

Cover the bitter melon seeds with a thin layer of soil, waiting for them to take root and sprout.

Zhuang Chen twisted his waist left and right, shook his legs and feet and returned to the warehouse.

The night was hazy, and Huang Feng and the others came back from outside one after another, with a gloomy look on their faces.

His legs were a little weak when he walked, and he gathered his clothes against the cold wind, put his hands under his armpits and sighed repeatedly.

Zhuang Chen, who was dressed, walked out of the room and looked at their faces with confusion.

Did something change happen outside again?

"What happened to you today? Why are you all so wilted? Like eggplants hit by frost."

"Today we went out and saw many people frozen to death in the ruins. We were filled with mixed feelings."

"Even a child who was naked was curled up and frozen to death, and his body was bitten by zombies."

"..."

When they said this, their noses were sore and their eyes were filled with tears. They turned their heads to avoid Zhuang Chen's sight.

Rubbing their wet eyes, they fell into a sad atmosphere.

"Then make yourself as strong as possible, so that you can do your best to help them."

Zhuang Chen could understand their psychology. He looked into the distance and was infected by their emotions.

The fists that were clenched secretly creaked.

A light flashed in his head and he suddenly thought of a question. His cotton had been given to the upper level.

In theory, it should be distributed to the lower level. Why are there still people freezing to death now?

Zhuang Chen was puzzled. Is there something he doesn't know?

"Go investigate why my cotton was given to the higher-ups but they didn't distribute it."

"Zhuang Da, why don't we go directly to Director Zhu?"

"Because only what you know is the truth. I'm not sure whether it's a human or a ghost."

Hearing Brother Zhu's question, Zhuang Chen fell into deep thought.

He was now wary of everyone and did not dare to believe them easily.

Huang Feng and the others stood up and said they would investigate the matter.

The night is slightly cool.

The cold wind is like a monster with the breath of life, it blows rampantly and wantonly on everything, penetrating everywhere.

The crisis it creates invisibly cannot be underestimated.

Zhuang Chen tightened his thick coat tightly and walked inside the ruins with his head lowered against the cold wind.

There are fewer monsters outside, and it seems that they are also in hibernation.

There were only scattered zombies wandering around on the streets.

But only for a while.

A trace of frost appeared on Zhuang Chen's face, and his ears were red from the cold.

He rubbed his hair which was soaked with mist in the cold wind.

He looked at his wet hands and stood there stunned for a long time.

"How can the people at the bottom survive in such bad weather?"

His words were full of heaviness. Looking at the bones on the roadside, the blood filled the air made him feel scared.

"You all need to hurry up. We must send these beauties up as soon as possible."

"Last time, because the Wei family made a mistake and failed to send these beauties up in time, the people above were furious."

"He actually wants us guys to wipe his ass."

"..."

Zhuang Chen's thoughts were changed by a few voices in the distance, and when he heard what they said clearly.

He squinted his eyes and looked sharply at the dark figures.