Doomsday: I have a super farm

Zhuang Chen talked to Qi Yan about what happened last night, and then he remembered that Brother Zhu and the others were still in his personal space.

Huang Feng was in the enemy camp, and he was still restless.

Zhuang Chen couldn't wait to sit up from the bed, and Qi Yan couldn't stop him.

She could only hug his neck, stuff two pillows behind his back and let him sit carefully.

"Let yourself rest first, you can't save Huang Feng in this state."

Qi Yan patiently comforted him and took the boiled water on the bedside table to his mouth.

Zhuang Chen drank a sip of warm boiled water to moisten his dry throat.

He waved his hand and got everyone out of the personal space.

Qi Yan asked others to help them all down and get timely care.

When Zhuang Chen learned that the old man was still in the farm, he went out to look for him worriedly.

When he found the old man, he found that Ceng Gong had cleaned him up and appeared in front of him with a brand new look.

The old man was so happy that he jumped up and down like a monkey, running happily in the farm as if he had never seen the world.

Zhuang Chen blocked his way and took him to his room. He took out a piece of paper and a pen and put them in front of the old man.

"If you want to stay here with me, you should let me know everything about you."

The old man nodded calmly.

Before Zhuang Chen could ask him carefully, he awkwardly took the pen and wrote all the information about him on the paper.

After waiting for about half an hour, the old man put down the pen in his hand with satisfaction and handed the paper to Zhuang Chen.

Zhuang Chen held the paper with a faint expectation and looked at the content on it.

Although the handwriting was particularly rough, fortunately he could see it clearly.

The old man in front of him was called He Rong. He was the first person to discover alien creatures.

He got the huge power of alien creatures.

Qiu Zhong was a good brother to him, but he was secretly plotted against by him and robbed of the opportunity to know alien creatures.

And wanted him to work for him, but he refused.

Qiu Zhong was resentful and tricked him into drinking poison.

Then he locked him in a cell and threatened and lured him.

When he didn't get the answer he wanted, he ordered people to cut off his tongue to torture him.

But in just a few words, he said the great torture the old man had suffered in the past two years, and he could feel his difficulty.

"Then how much do you know about aliens? Are you willing to help me kill the aliens?"

After a little pondering, the old man took the words in his hand and wrote a few words on it.

Zhuang Chen stood up and walked behind him, watching him write word by word.

From his writing, we know that alien creatures have high intelligence and high strength.

However, alien creatures will encounter many dangers on their journey to the earth.

So the distance from their planet to the earth is one month.

Although he has the powerful power given to him by aliens, he also has strong sequelae.

That is, he becomes inexplicably bloodthirsty, and in severe cases, he will itch all over his body.

Zhuang Chen suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he had greedily licked the blood on the stake.

He looked at him with a hint of vigilance.

The old man saw his defense and wrote on the paper again.

"Give me a little bit of your blood, I can work for you."

The old man raised his head and blinked his eyes, staring at Zhuang Chen with hope.

Zhuang Chen did not answer his words in time. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"This deal will be put here for the time being. You can get through me first."

Zhuang Chen said this and walked away.

The sun outside shone in his eyes. Zhuang Chen frowned and walked to the kitchen, but his head was a mess.

Zhuang Chen walked to the kitchen unconsciously and found that he had not planted the eggplant seeds yesterday.

He woodenly took out the seeds and spread them flat on the wooden board, and put them outside to dry.

He stood in the sun, staring at the eggplant seeds in a daze.

But he kept thinking in his head, how to save Huang Feng?

"Since I rescued their most important person, the other party will definitely not give up like this.

Although I said so, I can't just sit and wait for him to come to my door."

The thoughts in Zhuang Chen's head were pulling left and right, and he rubbed his cheeks irritably.

He lowered his head with his hands around his chest, kicked the stones on the ground boredly, and muttered in his mouth.

He couldn't think of a good way for a long time, so he could only take out the hoe and fertilizer from the warehouse and walk to a relatively fertile land.

Although the land in front of him was fertile, it was far from enough to grow eggplants.

Zhuang Chen sprinkled the fertilizer in the bag on the soil, and then raised the hoe high to renovate the land.

After doing all this, his sweat was enough to wet his clothes.

Zhuang Chen turned the hoe over and broke all the large pieces of soil he dug out.

He put aside the tools in his hands until the sun bleached the soil and it turned white.

He walked to the place where the eggplant seeds were drying.

Zhuang Chen walked to another place and took out the dried fine sand, sprinkled it on the seeds and mixed it.

He carefully threw the seeds into the holes along with the fine sand.

Then he covered them with a thin layer of soil.

I walked to the pond, picked up a bucket of water, and sprinkled it on the surface of the seeds to keep them moist.

But after he finished everything, he still couldn't sort out his thoughts in his head.

Zhuang Chen sat beside the field and beat the soil in frustration.

There was a time when he thought he was strong enough to protect everyone on the farm.

But I don’t know that these people still took advantage of the loophole.

"Deng Deng..."

The sound of rapid footsteps caught Zhuang Chen's attention, and he raised his head and looked over.

He found the elderly He Rong running towards him, holding a white piece of paper in his hand.

He Rong hurriedly put the white paper in Zhuang Chen's hand, urging him to read the contents inside.

Zhuang Chen was confused by his actions, but he still raised the paper in his hand and looked at his handwriting.

It says that he can help Zhuang Chen save his companions, but the prerequisite is that he needs to give him some blood.

He Rong trembled and swallowed, eagerly hoping that Zhuang Chen would agree to his request.

"When you really rescue my friend, I will give you blood."

He Rong shook his head after hearing his words, and clasped his hands on his chest as if begging, gesturing for him to give him a little.

Zhuang Chen couldn't resist his persistence.

He returned to the room and cut open his palm with a dagger, and blood fell into the cup along the wound.

He Rong was obsessed with this sweet blood and stamped his feet eagerly on the ground.

However, Zhuang Chen only gave him about two milliliters of blood, and the wound healed automatically.

Although He Rong felt that Zhuang Chen was too stingy.

But he didn't say anything, but couldn't wait to hold the cup and lick it.

Watching his throat rolling up and down, he looked like a wild beast.

Zhuang Chen turned his head uneasily.