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.

and her crew moved

just budding when they left, and now they returned to find the

but the cotton stood

protecting them from the whims of soil and weather, the yield was still disappointing compared to the pre-disaster

fact that they had a harvest at all was enough to

the workers were meticulous, yet they'd be lucky to get

cotton back at Arcadia, which was faring

in - not a

available, would be

greenhouse, directing workers as

hospital staffers were waiting to cart the herbs back for drying and processing, so they pitched

months ago, everyone seemed to have

acres' worth, had turned a rich green and were

husband return, Rosie dropped her work and fluttered

her skin less

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

afternoon free, the couple decided to stick

from a mere 20 acres

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

thick snow cover, the saplings thrived as the melting

wet soil,

farm had begun to sprout

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

the change was palpable, growing visibly with each

hill, looking out over the expanse of the farm,

home, Daniel was in the kitchen, ready to reclaim his

if he was happy to cook, who was she

heading next door, they

dinner

with pride, "Your dad managed an army of

find his groove, and now he's got

knowing Vanessa was bursting with pride, but

tackled the dishes while the others retreated to the study for

scatter,

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