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

leaves had wilted, the branches yellowed, but the cotton stood out, pure

protecting them from the whims of soil and

that they had a harvest at all was enough to lift

in cotton, the workers were meticulous, yet they'd be lucky to get

to the cotton back at Arcadia, which was faring better

have to harvest soon and mix it in - not

members, idle and available, would be perfect for picking

the herb greenhouse, directing workers as they picked the

for drying and processing, so they pitched in with the harvest

seemed to have undergone a subtle

few acres' worth, had turned a rich green

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

slimmed down, her skin less pale but glowing with

the break room, Stella shut the door and dished out

stick around

farm had grown from a mere

the recent success with mulberries and honeysuckles, the city

the saplings thrived as the melting snow nourished the

and the wet soil, germination

had begun

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

the change was palpable, growing visibly with each passing

out over the expanse of the farm, Stella was sure

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

had her reservations, but if he was happy

heading next door, they wisely hydrated in

dinner

pride, "Your dad managed an army

needed to find his groove, and

knowing Vanessa was bursting with pride,

the dishes while the others retreated to the

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

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