Doomsday: I have a super farm

Zhuang Chen felt so oppressed that he woke up at five or six in the morning. He rubbed his messy hair.

When he came to the farm, he saw that the seedlings he had replanted had sprouted green shoots.

He used a shovel to weed the weeds and found a place suitable for planting mulberry trees.

Zhuang Chen found a place where the sun could shine directly, the land was a small hill, and the drainage system was also excellent.

He swung his hoe and started digging.

After digging a fist-sized hole, he squatted down and stretched out the tangled roots of the mulberry tree.

He pushed the soil at the edge of the pit into the pit with his hands and buried all its roots in the soil.

Finally, he patted its surface with both hands to compact the soil as much as possible.

Zhuang Chen walked to the pond and got a bucket of water. He carefully poured water on it and looked forward to its growth.

He squatted down and looked at the group of white eggs under the mulberry leaves, which were filled with countless silkworms.

In time, their number will become very large.

Zhuang Chen's mouth curled up into a smile, and he thought of a delicious dish in his mind.

Fried silkworm pupae, such high-protein meat, will solve a major problem for humans in the end times.

"There are not enough mulberry leaves now, so we can only let it stay on this mulberry tree for a while."

Zhuang Chen looked at the mulberry tree and saw that it had two green buds. The number of mulberry leaves was not enough for it to grow.

It could only be temporarily deposited on it.

Zhuang Chen clapped his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, solving such a problem.

It was also a big deal for him.

Zhuang Chen took the tools in his hand and passed by the ranch.

He saw that the animals in the pen were still curled up.

They were close together to keep each other warm. If this continued.

His ranch output would be far behind, let alone providing it to the end times.

Zhuang Chen stretched out his right leg, crossed the fence, stepped on the soft soil, and walked towards the pheasant pen.

As soon as he walked over, the pheasants were frightened and flew away, running around.

Zhuang Chen walked into the nest they made and found that they only laid a few scattered eggs.

He leaned over to pick up the eggs with feathers on the ground, and the warm touch made Zhuang Chen smile subconsciously.

He put all the eggs in the nest into his clothes.

He walked to the box next to him where eggs were placed, and it seemed that there were not many eggs in it.

He slowly put the eggs in, and turned back to look at the pheasants who were like frightened birds.

"The reason why pheasants don't lay eggs is because the climate is too cold, so there is so little output.

It seems that I should solve the problem from the root."

Zhuang Chen raised his head and looked at the fences around him, which were shaking left and right in the cold wind.

He immediately went to his warehouse and took the remaining steel bars to fix the fences around him.

"Bang!"

Zhuang Chen came to the pheasant pen carrying a bundle of steel bars and threw it aside.

Carefully use iron wire to fix the steel bar on the fence, and at the same time effectively protect it from the cold wind.

Zhuang Chen straightened his aching waist, and he stretched out his right hand to pound it.

Looking at such a dense pheasant pen, it seems far from enough.

He found a transparent film and tied it on the steel bar, with the help of Ceng Gong and others behind.

Zhuang Chen quickly followed the gourd to make the porcupine pen.

"As long as the temperature problem is solved and the pheasant's body is conditioned, we will wait and see what happens next."

Zhuang Chen asked someone to bring the hay he had prepared in advance and spread it in the pasture.

"Zhuang Da, what should we do next?"

Ceng Gong trotted to Zhuang Chen's side and asked, patting the dirt on his hands.

"Mating."

"What?"

Ceng Gong widened his pupils, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

He hesitantly picked his ears, and asked Zhuang Chen in a low voice in disbelief.

"I'm talking about breeding wild boars. What are you thinking?"

Zhuang Chen looked at him and knew that he was probably thinking wrongly.

He couldn't help but emphasize his tone and explain to him.

Ceng Gong scratched his head awkwardly, mumbling that he thought Zhuang Chen was talking about something lewd.

He was so scared that his heart was beating wildly.

"Then how should we breed?"

He looked at the wilted wild boars huddled together, their eyelids drooping weakly, and their faces were full of trouble.

Others came over and heard what Zhuang Chen said, and they all said that they had no clue.

Zhuang Chen had no idea about such things either. He walked back and forth on the side of the pasture with his arms folded.

"It seems that I have to ask Bai Tuan Tuan to give me some medicine to promote the foaling."

In the end, he really had no choice, so he told the farm a few words and walked out.

The long-lost sun penetrated the layers of dark clouds, and beams of light were scattered in the dilapidated streets and alleys.

The zombies and monsters hiding in the dark also slowly came out, coveting the crystals in each other's bodies.

Some conscious zombies who couldn't hold back took the lead in attacking the monsters.

In order not to cause trouble, Zhuang Chen tried his best to avoid these zombies and monsters.

Otherwise, such a battle would attract the attention of other forces.

"Wow..."

A loud baby crying sound shocked the sky, and it was not only his crying that attracted Zhuang Chen.

But the baby's voice was filled with an extremely domineering force.

It shocked his eardrums with irresistible factors.

At the same time, countless zombies and monsters fled over, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

They fled everywhere in panic, fell down and got up in a mess.

He was very curious about all this.

Zhuang Chen took out a ball of cotton from his personal space and stuffed his ears.

"I want it too."

The flower rat woke up from hibernation at some point, and it poked its head out of Zhuang Chen's hat.

It stretched out its little palm with a painful look on its face. Zhuang Chen looked at its cute appearance and pulled a ball of cotton and handed it to it.

Zhuang Chen walked over slowly, and the scene that came into his eyes petrified him on the spot.

This completely shocked his vision.

He was shocked and didn't know what to say for a while. The flower rat also covered his eyes in fear and shrank back into Zhuang Chen's hat.

In the corner of the hidden ruined building, half of the body of a pregnant woman who had given birth to a child was exposed.

Her pale face was covered with sweat, her hair was stained on her forehead, and her bulging eyes were full of bloodshot and unwillingness.

The blue veins on her neck had not subsided at this time.

Her knuckles were white when she grabbed the railing, and her legs were stiff.

Her body had long been soaked in blood, but the horror under her body made people respect her and admire her identity as a mother.