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.

fed, Stella and her crew moved on to the

when they left, and now they returned to find the

but the cotton stood out, pure

protecting them from the whims of soil and weather, the

harvest at all was enough to lift

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

to the cotton back at Arcadia, which was

- not

team members, idle and available, would

directing

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

ago, everyone seemed

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

husband return, Rosie dropped her work

slimmed down, her skin less

door and dished

the couple decided to stick around and lend a hand on the

had grown from a mere 20

with mulberries and honeysuckles, the city

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

up and the wet soil, germination was successful. Later,

farm had

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

visit, the change was palpable, growing visibly with each passing

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

in the kitchen, ready to reclaim his culinary

reservations, but if he was happy to cook, who

next door, they

dinner was

with pride, "Your dad managed an

to find his groove, and now

was bursting with pride, but hey, if

Vanessa tackled the dishes while the others retreated to the study

was unpredictable – who could've guessed the undersea ruins would scatter, leaving the fate of any remaining oil and

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