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.

pups were fed, Stella and her crew moved on

left, and now they

the branches yellowed, but

and weather, the yield was

the fact that they had a harvest at all was enough to lift

less than ten acres in cotton, the workers were meticulous, yet they'd be lucky to get 200 kilograms per acre- half

wandered to the cotton back at Arcadia,

to harvest soon and mix it in - not a lot, but enough to

available, would

was over at the herb greenhouse, directing workers as

herbs back for drying and processing, so they pitched in with

everyone seemed to

acres' worth, had turned a rich green

return, Rosie dropped her work and

her skin less pale but glowing with

door and dished

to stick around and

farm had grown from a mere 20 acres to over

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

to the thick snow cover, the saplings thrived

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

the farm had begun to sprout

busy planting trees and interspersing them with hardy herbs

palpable, growing

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

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

had her reservations, but if he was happy to cook,

heading next door, they wisely hydrated in

dinner was

managed an army of 300,000; a

to find his groove,

was bursting with pride, but hey, if

the others retreated to the

undersea ruins would scatter, leaving the fate of any remaining oil and derivatives

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