Doomsday: I have a super farm

"Bamboo Leaf Green?"

Zhuang Chen kept repeating these three words in his mouth, tilting his head and thinking carefully in his head.

"Isn't Bamboo Leaf Green just bamboo leaves? Then you can soak it in water and drink it!"

"Bamboo Leaf Green is not bamboo leaves, it just looks like bamboo leaves."

Zhuang Chen pondered for a long time, and finally sighed and squatted down to explain to Qiu Huihui.

"You go to play with Sister Yinyin first, Brother Zhuang will be busy for a while."

Zhuang Chen softened his words and reached out to rub her furry head.

Qiu Huihui nodded obediently and left in a hop.

Zhuang Chen looked at her back as she left, then stood up and patted the dust on his body.

He picked up the machete to shave off the bamboo branches on it and made it smooth.

"Click..."

After Zhuang Chen finished, he used the machete to cut the bamboo in the middle, cut it into four pieces again, and then cut it into more pieces one after another.

With quick hands and feet, Zhuang Chen finished the job. Seeing the bamboo in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this is still a delicate job."

His movements were a little slower, and he pressed the blade of the machete on the surface and layer of the bamboo.

He exerted force on his wrist, pressed his thumb on the blade and pushed it forward a little bit, and the bamboo skin was slowly shaved out.

He sat on a wooden bench, lowered his head and worked seriously.

The sunlight in the sky penetrated the heavy dark clouds and sprinkled on her body little by little.

From a distance, he looked like the hope of the end of the world.

After Zhuang Chen lowered his head to shave off all the bamboo skin, he moved his neck left and right and heard a crackling sound.

"Hmm! It's much more comfortable."

He rubbed his sore and swollen neck and turned his neck to relieve it.

Zhuang Chen shaved off all the bamboo skin in his hand, and there was already countless powder on his body that fell on his thighs.

He stood up, patted it, and threw the bamboo body on the ground.

He put the machete in his hand aside, picked up the bamboo skin on the ground and began to weave.

Zhuang Chen carefully intertwined the bamboo skin in his hands.

He brought them together little by little and twisted them into a flat sieve.

He kept repeating the actions in his hands.

It was not until a long time that the prototype of the sieve appeared in front of him.

Zhuang Chen held the sieve in his hand in front of him and looked at the light source of the little gaps under the sunlight.

"It seems that I still have a little talent."

Seeing this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After finishing the final finishing work, a round sieve appeared in front of him smoothly.

Zhuang Chen made four sieves in a row with the remaining bamboo skin before he finished them.

He lowered his head and smelled the bamboo sieve that exuded a faint fragrance, and his mood became happy.

"In this way, the foothold of the silkworms has been made."

Zhuang Chen picked up the four sieves on the ground and walked towards his studio.

Looking at the slightly crowded silkworm babies in the incubator, they were surging their bodies.

They were moving around aimlessly, with some bitten and broken mulberry leaves piled up next to them.

Zhuang Chen quietly poked his head to observe their status.

"It seems that their reproduction is beyond my imagination."

When Zhuang Chen saw the white eggs that appeared on the edge.

He smacked his lips and sighed in a low voice, because of the crowding in this place.

As a result, some of the white eggs that their bodies will produce were scratched.

There was a little distress on his face.

Zhuang Chen immediately picked a lot of fresh mulberry leaves from the farm.

After completely wiping off the dew on it, he spread it all in the sieve one by one.

Through the little gap below, they can also have a ventilation effect.

It greatly optimizes their living environment.

After Zhuang Chen finished his actions, he hung the sieve here.

"Squeak..."

He returned to the warehouse and took the unused iron rods, and welded them into a tripod as tall as him.

Sparks kept flashing around his eyes, and after welding them firmly.

Then divide them into four layers, and use iron rods to divide them into equal lengths.

Weld them at the four marked layers.

The sound of electric welding rang harshly in the farm.

From a distance, I saw Zhuang Chen wearing goggles, holding an electric welder in his hand, squatting down and welding the iron frames little by little.

In less than a moment, I saw him make a complete iron frame.

"Zhuang Da, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ceng Gong slowly walked behind Zhuang Chen, keeping a distance of one meter from him to avoid the splashing flames flying onto him.

Zhuang Chen put down the things in his hands, took off his goggles and looked at Ceng Gong.

"Help me move these things to the studio."

"Are you just planning to move those silkworms to other places?"

Zhuang Chen did not answer him, but nodded.

The two of them moved all the things that had been prepared at the warehouse door into the studio.

Zhuang Chen placed the woven sieve on the iron rack, which was just the right size.

"But the bodies of these guys are all soft, and we have no way to transplant them one by one.

What if we accidentally crush them to death?"

Ceng Gong scratched his head, his words full of worry, he turned his head to look at Zhuang Chen.

He stood there completely at a loss.

"This little guy is really delicate, we just need to move the remaining mulberry leaves with it.

For the other silkworms that are not on the leaves, we can use the mulberry leaves to let them climb up and move them."

Zhuang Chen came over and half squatted, looking at the situation inside and whispered his thoughts to him.

The two people began to drag the mulberry leaves slowly to their palms.

Tightening their nerves, watching the silkworms on it wriggling lazily.

After making sure that it had no discomfort, they dragged the stems of the mulberry leaves again and put it into the sieve.

Because in order to ensure the survival of the silkworms, their movements were extremely slow and gentle.

More than half of the time passed by, and Zhuang Chen and Ceng Gong changed the position of the silkworms in the morning.

"Huh..."

Ceng Gong saw that the silkworms had been moved, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Reaching out his hand to wipe his forehead, which was covered with fine sweat, his tense nerves also relaxed at this moment.

"This matter is done."

"Things are not as simple as they seem. The status of the silkworms that have been moved out must be kept in mind at all times.

The temperature in the room must be adjusted to suit them."

Zhuang Chen heard Ceng Gong's somewhat relieved voice and walked to his side.

He patted his shoulder and told him the precautions for the rest of the matter.

Ceng Gong realized that the silkworms were much more delicate than he had imagined.

His eyes became solemn and serious when he looked at them.