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.

Stella and her crew moved

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

branches yellowed, but the cotton stood out, pure

from the whims of soil and weather, the

fact that they had a harvest at all was

be lucky to get 200

to the cotton back at

it in - not a

team members, idle and available, would be perfect for

directing workers as

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

everyone seemed to have undergone

only a few acres' worth, had turned a

they saw Stella and her husband return, Rosie

slimmed down, her skin less pale but glowing with

door and dished

decided to stick around and

farm had grown from a mere 20 acres to over

with mulberries and honeysuckles, the

the thick snow cover, the saplings thrived as the melting

scatter wildflower seeds, and with the weather holding up and the wet soil, germination was

had begun to sprout

land, workers were busy planting trees

change was palpable, growing visibly with

the expanse of the farm, Stella was sure it

Daniel was in the kitchen, ready to reclaim his culinary

if he was

they

their surprise, dinner was actually...

beamed with pride, "Your dad managed an army of

needed to find

nodded, knowing Vanessa was bursting with pride,

Vanessa tackled the dishes while the others retreated to the study

could've guessed the undersea ruins would scatter, leaving the fate of any remaining oil and derivatives a

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