18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 582

Chapter 582

Poppy strolled over with a confident swagger, "Hey, Stella."

Stella had taken quite a liking to her. "Poppy, you're looking more formidable every day."

"These folks, if you don't keep them in check, they start acting up. We've already had to let go of a few for sticky fingers."

Some people just can't help themselves, thinking they're too slick to get caught. But losing their job over a couple of eggs? Not worth it.

As Poppy led Stella and her husband around the farm, she gave a quick rundown. "Stella, bro-in-law, we've got 42 egg-laying hens, 6 roosters, 36 ducks, 5

drakes..."

There were also geese, quails, and even some guinea fowls.

The numbers weren't massive, but with hundreds of chicks and ducklings growing up, they'd be multiplying tenfold in no time.

Stella was thrilled but didn't forget her advice. "Keep the farm clean, alright? Regular disinfecting, so we don't get any nasty bugs."

"Don't worry, Stella. We've got a regular lime-spreading schedule for disinfecting," Poppy said, beaming with pride. "And a bit of lime in their diet boosts egg production too."

Stella nodded, impressed. Poppy was getting more professional by the day, putting her unreliable uncle to shame.

As Stella stepped out, the family dogs, with their traitorous hearts, bounded over from next door.

"Bark! Bark!"

"Howl! Howl!"

Stella gave each of them a couple of pats.

These scamps would ditch their own pups as quick as tossing out the trash, not even worried about them getting snatched.

Snowflake, the picked-on pooch, settled down promptly to nurse her litter after a light scolding.

Cooper, the shameless hound, came begging for a treat only to receive Stella's reproachful swat, his tail drooping in dismay.

Being a pet parent was a thankless job sometimes, and when Cooper tried buttering up the new trainer Jasper, he quickly learned flattery would get him nowhere.

pups were fed, Stella and her crew moved

they left, and now they returned to

yellowed, but

and weather, the yield was still disappointing compared

had a harvest at

less than ten acres in cotton, the workers were meticulous, yet they'd be lucky to get 200 kilograms per acre- half of

back at Arcadia,

soon and mix it in - not a lot, but enough to boost

available, would be

was over at the herb greenhouse, directing workers

waiting to cart the herbs back for drying and processing, so they

seemed

had turned a rich green and were

and her husband return, Rosie dropped her work and fluttered

less pale but glowing

the door and dished

free, the couple decided to stick around and lend

a mere 20 acres to over

recent success with mulberries and honeysuckles, the city was planning another 20-acre reforestation

to the thick snow cover, the saplings thrived as the melting snow nourished

the thaw, Rosie had the workers scatter wildflower seeds, and with the weather holding up and the wet soil,

farm had begun to sprout

busy planting trees and interspersing them with hardy

palpable, growing

looking out over the expanse of the farm, Stella was sure it would only get

the kitchen,

was happy to cook, who was she to

next door, they

their surprise, dinner was

dad managed an

to find his groove,

bursting with pride, but hey, if it made

Vanessa tackled the dishes while the others retreated to the study for business

guessed the undersea ruins would scatter, leaving the fate

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