Doomsday: I have a super farm

Zhuang Chen and the others were concentrating, watching the reporter on TV chattering about the end of the world.

It turned out that her previous words were all paving the way for what she said later.

"Everyone has a place to stay this winter, but as the end of the world progresses, the remaining food is almost exhausted.

Can we survive the spring next year smoothly?"

She dragged out her tail tone, emphasized the latter sentence, and frowned slightly with worry.

Everyone at the table also fell into silence. The reporter's words were true.

For the remaining seedlings in the farm, they can only survive this winter.

For the spring next year, they may need to make persistent efforts.

"Without the disturbance of those stink bugs, we can quietly plant the seedlings for next year this winter."

Zhuang Chen stretched out his hands and patted his head to pull everyone back to their thoughts.

Breaking the silence, his voice was full of confidence and reached everyone's ears.

Everyone was infected by what he said, secretly tightened their fists, and planned to welcome the beginning of next spring in one go.

"Everyone, go back and rest early after dinner. We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow!"

Zhuang Chen said to everyone, elegantly took out the paper towel on the table to wipe his mouth, stood up and turned to leave.

He returned to the bathroom and let the steaming hot water wrap his tired body.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the sister he met today.

A smile subconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhuang Chen suddenly realized why he thought of her?

He scratched his head and splashed the water in the fish tank on himself.

He shook off the thoughts in his head, quickly wiped the water droplets with a bath towel, and went back to the room to rest.

This special night, there are many changes quietly.

The cold wind came even more fiercely, blowing everything to the side, with rustling gravel and whirling dust.

Even the zombies and monsters in the apocalypse hid, curling up to keep warm.

The superpowers who were still outside at this time were shivering, their eyes full of fear of it.

They bent their bodies and shrunk their necks, put their hands in their arms, and quickly looked for a warm place.

The guards standing at the gates of the major forces wrapped themselves tightly to resist the cold wind.

But I don’t know why? They didn’t feel any warmth even though they were wearing three layers inside and three layers outside.

The cold wind made their bodies shiver more unconsciously.

Overnight, the guards under various forces all collapsed.

The scene was shocking.

Liang Ji woke up from his sleep early in the morning and saw his subordinates shivering and rushing to him in a hurry.

"What happened? Why are you so anxious?"

"I don't know why all our men are lying on the ground twitching as if they were under a spell."

When Liang Ji heard these words, his face froze.

He then picked up the cotton coat on the hanger and hurried out with him.

When he saw the guards in front of him with purple lips and pale faces, they collapsed on the ground without a trace of temperature.

It was like a zombie, which made his scalp numb.

"What is going on? How did everyone become like this overnight?"

When his subordinates saw his angry face, they raised their eyes and opened their mouths in hesitation.

"If you have something to say, say it. If you have something to say, fart it."

When Liang Ji saw this situation, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

The appearance of the person next to him was in his eyes. He grabbed his collar and lifted him up out of control.

The breath he exhaled became a snow-white mist, rushing straight into the man's face, staring at him like a violent beast.

"I guess they are like this because the weather is too cold."

The subordinate's body was shaking like a sieve, and he said with trembling purple lips.

"Are you fooling me? We just got a batch of cotton-padded clothes. How could it be caused by the cold?"

Liang Ji didn't believe his words at all. He turned his head and looked at each of them wrapped like a zongzi.

He couldn't accept this statement even if he was beaten to death.

"Liang, this is all true. Although we have robbed so many cotton-padded clothes, they are actually not warm at all!"

The subordinate's body was thrown heavily to the ground by him, and he crawled over and explained to him anxiously.

Liang Ji's eyes flashed with uncertainty, and he grabbed the dagger from the waist of the person next to him.

He squatted down and cut the cotton-padded clothes on one of the people fiercely.

The things exposed inside the cotton-padded clothes made his anger rise, almost swallowing up his reason.

Where is the pure white cotton inside the cotton-padded clothes?

What was exposed were some weeds mixed with low-quality cotton and some sand.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

They lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

"You are so good, Zhuang Chen, although you have joined forces with other forces, you have set me up."

Liang Ji put all the cotton he had robbed on Zhuang Chen's head.

He punched the ground with an angry fist, and a crack appeared on the ground with a thin layer of frost on the surface.

All the forces had such a situation, and the people in the upper positions were like ants on a hot pot, anxious and turning around.

Seeing those subordinates who fell ill due to the cold, it delayed the progress of their development.

The irritability in their hearts could not be calmed down.

Because this incident made them all dumb and unable to speak.

They were so frustrated that they could only swallow their broken teeth into their stomachs.

The agitation caused by this made the forces of all parties put the incident on Zhuang Chen's head.

The next day.

Zhuang Chen, who was sleeping, was awakened by the window that was not closed last night.

He sat up and watched the glass moving back and forth due to the high frequency of the cold wind.

It kept hitting the wall behind, and cracks had appeared on the frost-filled glass.

Zhuang Chen quickly put on his slippers and closed it, locking it tightly.

It only took a short while for the tip of his nose to turn red from the low temperature.

He rubbed his arms, which were covered with goose bumps, and jumped onto the bed in two steps, crawling into the warm quilt.

He huddled up, breathing heavily and rubbing his hands.