Great Power Technology

When Ye Zhou and others were discussing the follow-up work for the neighboring dimension's invasion, Chou Country, Iowa.

Ells is a very ordinary farmer in this country. Like all other farmers in this state, he operates his own piece of land.

This can almost be said to be a profession that is independent of the world - the Wild West has long since disappeared. Within the scope of his own farm, no one else will be his enemy, because whether it is water, fertilizer, or land , all planned early in the morning.

If there are any conflicts, everyone is accustomed to solving them through lawyers.

Anyway, attorney fees have been declining since a long time ago.

Therefore, his daily work content is actually very simple. In addition to arranging work for the farm workers, he drives his pickup truck around the farm. If he finds an area with poor growth, he digs the soil in that area. Get a few pieces, take some photos, and send them to a professional agricultural consulting agency for inspection.

In fact, even this situation rarely occurs. The standardized and mechanized operation process makes it extremely easy for him and his crops. The corns look like they were produced on the assembly line, both standard and full.

But recently, his farm has run into some trouble.

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It can't be considered very big, but the corn has died inexplicably in a small area. These areas are insignificant compared to his farm, but Els decided to treat it carefully.

He didn't want to lose all his crops because of a blight like in the movie.

So, he reported the situation to the local agricultural department, but after looking at it, the local agricultural department did not give any good suggestions.

"These damn pigs, they've never been helpful!"

Els complained to his wife.

While preparing breakfast, my wife comforted her:

"Isn't this always the case with officials? What can we expect from them?"

"But haven't the test reports already come out? At least there are no signs of infectious diseases."

"I looked at the situation over there, and it really doesn't look like an infectious disease. It looks like, well, someone freezing to death."

"Frozen to death? It's autumn now, and the weather doesn't get cold that fast."

Els shook his head, but at the same time he felt a little confused - indeed, just as his wife said, all the crops in those small withered areas looked as if they had been frozen to death.

Could it be the occasional hail?

Yes, if you think about it carefully, it's really similar - it only appears in a small random area, with no obvious precursors, and there are still traces of cracks on the ground.

But how big does the hail have to be to cause such consequences?

It's incredible, but often the most incredible explanation is the correct explanation. You know, old Henry on the farm next door once saw hailstones as big as basketballs.

If he hadn't escaped quickly, I'm afraid there would be no such thing as "Old Henry" in this world, because he would have been killed by hailstones before he grew old.

Thinking of this, Els felt a little funny and felt a little relaxed.

In any case, the harvest season is coming soon, and this little loss really cannot change the overall situation.

He took the fried bacon and eggs handed over by his wife, swallowed them in three gulps, and then went out and got on his tractor. The workers were already harvesting on a small scale according to the scheduled plan, and all kinds of machinery needed to be in place. After the debugging was completed in the remaining two weeks, he had to go to the site and keep an eye on it to ensure that everyone could use those large machines correctly.

He really couldn't bear the loss caused by an injury.

The morning air was cold and slightly moist, which was a sign that the automatic irrigation device had started watering. Els turned the steering wheel with satisfaction and stepped on the accelerator to drive towards the workers gathering in the distance.

It wasn't until he caught up with their slow pace that Els turned off the engine and stopped. Then he walked forward and asked:

"Are the machines and tools ready?"

"Get ready, boss. The price of oil has dropped again today. The money for buying fuel yesterday has not been used up. When the work is done, I will give it to you - 1,100 taole."

"1100? That much?"

Els asked in surprise.

In fact, the total money he handed over to the workers for purchase yesterday was only 4,000 taole. He was referring to last week's price. According to the other party's reply, the price of diesel has dropped again in just one week. More than 20%.

"Yes, it's all caused by China's nuclear fusion - but this seems to be a good thing for us. We are not an oil-producing country anyway, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Our international economic system is based on the oil and petroleum system. If the price of petroleum collapses, our national economy will also collapse."

Ayres was a farmer who had gone to college, and he had much more foresight than these workers on such economic and political matters.

After patiently explaining, most of the workers understood what he meant, and changed their previous attitude as if they had taken advantage, and began to attack Huaxia for ignoring the overall situation.

After hearing these extremely emotional remarks, Els didn't say much. He just warned a few people to pay attention to safety and then continued to patrol forward.

The farm is very large, and it often takes him four or five hours to complete the inspection, so he often takes a break in the middle, has lunch, and then leisurely completes the rest of the work.

Of course today was no exception. As always, he stopped by a stream that ran through the farm and took out a lunch box from his backpack. Inside was a sandwich that his wife had prepared for him.

However, before he could bite it, a hurried call came from the intercom.

"Boss, boss! Something happened!"

Els rushed to the walkie-talkie, his heart lifted at this moment.

What are you afraid of?

If a work-related accident occurs at this time, the income of his farm this year will be greatly reduced.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"

"Boss, Charles is dead!"

"Ciel is dead?? What happened??"

Els asked, startled.

He never expected that the accident would be so serious - logically speaking, although today's large machinery has certain dangers, most of them have complete life support measures. Even if a small accident occurs, it will be very serious. Difficult to the point of death.

It's not like he was run over by a car, right?

"We didn't know, he died suddenly!"

"Died suddenly? Are you sure he died and didn't faint from heat stroke?"

Hearing this, Els felt a lot relieved.

As long as he didn't die in an accident, the loss wouldn't be too great.

"He was indeed dead. It looked like he had a heart attack. We heard him shouting on the intercom, and by the time we found him, he had already fallen to the ground."

"Do CPR quickly!"

Els shouted.

".we will not."

"Hell, haven't you all seen the movie? Compress the heart and give artificial respiration!"

"Yes, yes, someone has already done it, but it doesn't seem to be of any use."

"Then just stand there and wait for me!"

Els started the tractor, made a quick U-turn and rushed in the direction he came from, constantly confirming the direction and location with others. At this time, he was calm and calm. Of course, this was not because he was born with the ability to meet others when encountering them. He was calm when big events happened, but it was because the matter had nothing to do with him.

He died inexplicably. It was most likely just a sudden illness. So what does this have to do with him as a farmer?

Since it doesn't matter, of course there is no need to worry.

Thinking of this, Els even felt a little relaxed.

However, the next second, a voice that made him extremely uneasy suddenly came from the intercom:

"Hell, Dopp is dead too! Boss!"

Half a second later, the intercom suddenly went silent, and cold sweat had already slipped down Els's face.