I Created the Salvation Organization

1.8 billion people may sound like a small number, but in fact, this number is several times that of the Middle Ages.

So it's not hard to find someone.

Reed quickly got the answer, and then took out a thick robe, rolled it around his body like this, and his figure disappeared into the wind and sand that was enough to make it impossible to move.

Fortunately, the world is not completely covered in wind and sand.

Although dust storms occur frequently and deserts are expanding day by day, it will take at least several decades to completely cover the whole world.

It's just that it's hard to say whether this is luck or greater misfortune.

In short, Reid is now walking among a farm.

It was different from any farm in his impression. The sky was gray and gray with no end in sight, and the sun was invisible, let alone sunlight. What was planted on the farm was a kind of plant that he had never seen before, which seemed to be Ipomoea batatas or some variety of potato, the bare part up to the lower legs, the leaves are still green, but covered with a thick layer of pale yellow gray.

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The entire land is the color of wind and sand, the vision is blurred, and the world is dim.

Just from the visual effect, the world is full of desolation.

Especially for people like Reed who came from the Kingdom of God, this feeling is even more obvious.

Soon, he was discovered by people in the farm.

Five dilapidated trucks came, and there were drones loaded with weapons overhead. Reed could feel that he was being targeted by many weapons.

"Who is it?" A voice came from the front.

"Reed Andrews." Reed raised his hands, "I come from Grande Farm, fifty kilometers away, and my name and identity can be found on the identity system."

In this world, there are some people who only want to have fun, so they do evil. Although there are still troops to maintain order and conduct regular sweeps, people outside the city are very vigilant.

Soon, the person on the opposite side confirmed Reed's identity through the identity system.

"Agronomist? Welcome, Mr. Reed." A middle-aged man who looked quite salesy got out of the car. Although he was holding a weapon, the muzzle was facing downwards, and he looked much less wary.

After all, food is the most important thing in this day and age.

Hence the lofty status of the farmer.

They can help the farm solve some problems and increase some food production.

And that's why Reed let the artificial intelligence arrange this identity for himself.

When the middle-aged man got out of the car with a few people behind him, he had already taken a quick look at these people.

Thin, wearing tattered clothes, although he looks good, but there is obvious lethargy between the brows, giving people a gloomy and decadent feeling.

Has it gotten to this point?

Reed didn't expect that he would find a few people at random, and that would be like this.

But he still went up quickly.

"I came here to do some surveys on plant fungi, and several new fungi have appeared recently."

After saying these words, the expressions of the middle-aged man and the people behind him collapsed visibly.

"Well, this is really bad news, damn fungus!" The middle-aged man at the head walked up quickly, stretched out his hand to Reed, and looked at him more carefully, "But you are still welcome, Reed Sir, just call me Nader, I am the administrator of this farm, a former mechanical engineer, and now a farmer."

Nader specifically stated that he was a mechanical engineer, just to show that he also received higher education.

It's not easy to fool.

It wasn't that he was overly vigilant, but that something like this had happened. Some agronomists who had no skills at all used this identity to go to various farms to cheat.

"Hi, Nader." Reed said kindly.

"Let's go, it's lunch time, where's your car?"

"I came here by bus.

"

"Wise choice, a normal car is no match for a goddamn sandstorm."

"..."

Reed briefly communicated with these people. Everyone, including Nader, was full of complaints about the world.

They were not complaining about the plant diseases caused by plant fungi, they were complaining about the weather, the temperature, or the robbers. They even talked about two people who chose euthanasia on the farm some time ago, and everyone had a party to say goodbye.

With his superb acting skills, Reed did not show any flaws.

But he did not forget his purpose.

Although he could already see something from these daily conversations, he still wanted to see something deeper.

Sacrifice shucang.cc Sacrifice. "This is indeed a bad world, but there is still some good news." Reed showed an expectant smile, "The World Academy of Agricultural Sciences has invented a highly efficient culture solution that can reduce the growth of crops. The output has increased by 20 percent, and after the mass production is realized, it will not be so easy to be hungry."

This is not what Reid said casually.

In fact, such a culture medium does exist, and it has been officially hyped.

However, Nader still looked uninterested.

He just responded casually: "Yeah, I know that, the savior of the world, since last year he claimed that the experiment was a great success, but until now he has not seen where the savior is, even if it is really effective, the price is not known how expensive , and it’s hard to say how long the effect will last, anyway, it won’t be long before it will be defeated by the new super fungus, as for increasing the yield by 20%? Damn it! Ten years ago, the grain yield was twice what it is now!”

It wasn't just that Nader was unresponsive to such news.

The rest are pretty much the same.

At this time, it seems that they have found a topic that everyone wants to vent, and they all open their mouths.

"They don't need to make the effect last long, as long as the population is reduced more than the food reduction."

"If there is no food for a day, then I would rather be euthanized than starved to death."

"It's useless for them to say anything now. The real savior must at least turn the sky blue and the earth green, so that the damn weather won't be so hot."

"Humanity will be extinct in fifty years anyway, whatever those people say."

"I still hope that this time it will be more reliable, even if the production is increased by 10%, it is better not to be so expensive."

"Hahaha, as expected of a young guy."

"...."

The last one who showed some expectation was a twenty-eight-year-old boy, the youngest on this farm.

Perhaps because of his age, he still has a little expectation for life.

For the rest, it's completely different.

Mi He Mi. Although it seemed to be talking and laughing, it can be seen from the fact that they never evaded talking about death, it was just a kind of indifference after they had completely given up.

Like a terminally ill patient who accepts reality.

To be great is to die, nothing worse.

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