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

and now they

but the cotton stood out, pure

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

a harvest at all was enough to lift

the workers were meticulous, yet they'd be lucky to get 200 kilograms per acre- half of what it

to the cotton back at Arcadia, which

harvest soon and mix it in - not a lot,

available, would

directing workers as

for

everyone seemed to have undergone

sweet potatoes, only a few acres' worth, had turned a rich

return, Rosie dropped her

down, her skin less pale but glowing with

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

free, the couple decided to stick around and lend

had grown from a mere 20 acres

mulberries and honeysuckles, the city was planning another

cover, the saplings thrived as the

seeds, and with the weather holding up and the wet soil, germination was successful. Later, once the desalination systems were up, the city organized tree planting

the farm had begun to sprout

allocated land, workers were busy planting trees and interspersing

the change was palpable, growing visibly with

atop the hill, looking out over the expanse of

evening, back home, Daniel was in the kitchen,

her reservations, but if he was happy

next door, they wisely

their surprise, dinner was actually...

pride, "Your dad managed an army of 300,000; a

He just needed to find his groove, and now

with pride, but hey, if it made her

tackled the dishes while the

undersea ruins would scatter, leaving the fate of

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