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.

were fed, Stella and her crew moved on to the

cotton blossoms were just budding when they left, and

had wilted, the branches yellowed, but the cotton stood out,

soil and weather, the

the fact that they had a harvest at

they'd be lucky to get 200 kilograms per acre- half of what it used

the cotton back at Arcadia, which

have to harvest soon and mix it in - not a

members, idle and available, would be

over at the herb greenhouse, directing workers as they picked

to cart the herbs back for drying and processing,

everyone seemed

sweet potatoes, only a few acres' worth, had turned a rich green and were nearly ready to be

husband return, Rosie dropped her work and fluttered over like

down, her skin less pale but glowing with

in the break room, Stella shut the door and dished out treats to Rosie

the couple decided to stick around and lend

grown from a

success with mulberries and honeysuckles,

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

had the workers scatter wildflower seeds, and with the weather holding up and the wet soil, germination was successful. Later, once the desalination systems were up, the city

had

the newly allocated land, workers were busy planting trees and interspersing them with hardy

every visit, the change was palpable, growing visibly

the expanse of the farm, Stella was sure

was in the kitchen, ready to

her reservations, but if he was happy to cook,

they wisely hydrated

surprise, dinner was actually...

managed an army

trouble. He just needed to find

Vanessa was bursting with pride, but hey, if it

tackled the dishes while the others

scatter, leaving the fate of any remaining

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