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.

her crew

they left, and now

leaves had wilted, the branches yellowed, but

the whims of soil and weather, the yield was still disappointing

had a harvest at all was enough to lift

yet they'd be lucky to get

mind briefly wandered to the cotton back at Arcadia, which was faring better

-

and available, would be perfect for picking

directing workers as they picked the faster-growing

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

ago, everyone seemed to have undergone a subtle

turned a

saw Stella and her husband return, Rosie dropped her work and fluttered over

less pale but glowing

door and dished out treats to

stick around and lend

grown from a mere 20 acres

after the recent success with mulberries and honeysuckles,

saplings thrived as the

wet soil, germination was successful. Later, once the desalination systems were up, the city organized tree

the farm had begun to sprout

newly allocated land, workers were busy planting

visit, the change was palpable,

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

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

reservations, but if he was

next door, they wisely

surprise, dinner was actually...

"Your dad managed an army

just needed to find his

knowing Vanessa was bursting with pride, but hey, if it

dishes while the others retreated to the study for

guessed the undersea ruins would scatter, leaving the

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