Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 332: Kazdel Ranch Work

In the north of Kazdel, a clear river originating from underground water veins meanders through a lush grassland.

The 80% new agricultural machinery, trailing long black smoke, lined up in a row and roared across the grassland. The large number of nozzles installed on the rear of the vehicles continuously sprinkled fertilizer on the ground.

Providing fresh fodder for the young pack animals in the pen who are about to be weaned is exhausting for the young Sarkaz boys who have just learned to drive farm machinery.

"Hey! Dadao, your machine is out of medicine..." The Sarkaz with a broken horn on his head stuck his head out of the cockpit and shouted loudly to the agricultural machinery driver next to him.

"Hmm? Let me see..." A bandaged arm wiped the dirt off the dashboard, and it was discovered that the emergency indicator light for the medicine had started flashing.

"Okay, thank you, brother. It's almost time to eat. When you guys are done, we'll drive back together."

"Okay..." The Sarkaz who had just given the reminder raised his thumb and continued to drive the farm machinery forward.

The young driver, who had run out of medicine, followed the steps written on the small piece of paper and successfully shut down the roaring engine. Although he had practiced it many times, he still chose to follow the instructions in the operating manual for safety reasons.

"Huh, the weather is really nice. Hmm... this fresh earthy smell, I wonder if those bloodthirsty red-eyes will like it."

"Who could have thought of this? My hands, which should have been used to wield weapons, are now operating farm machinery. But according to the saying in the tribe, the strength of scavengers who stay away from war will gradually decline."

"I don't know if it's true, but I really like this kind of peaceful life. Even if I become weaker, I'm willing to accept it."

The young scavenger jumped off the driver's seat, bent down in the lush green grass, found a withered grass stem, pulled it up and held it in his mouth.

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On the other side of the pasture, there were several sheds built with steel frames and iron sheets. The fences separating them were covered with hay, and sturdy little pack animals were chewing the tender grass in their mouths leisurely.

The white foam produced by repeated chewing hangs around the mouth, like a beard.

They have developed to the stage where they can be weaned and eat grass, and can gradually eat tender grass to allow their stomachs to adapt in advance.

In the activity area of the greenhouse, several strong and ordinary Sarkaz, wearing thick masks on their faces, shoveled the fresh feces on the ground into a cart one by one.

In the eyes of these Sakaz farmers, these feces are excellent green farm fertilizers. After fermentation, they can be used to fertilize the vegetables they grow.

The ranch is far from nearby towns and villages, and even farther from the mobile city. Although there is a regular supply of materials every month, the people on the ranch still grow some vegetables themselves. While changing the taste, it can also relieve the boredom of repetitive and boring work.

"＊Sarkaz swearing＊ These things are really stinky..." A Sarkaz responsible for shoveling shit knocked a shovel covered with an unknown liquid next to the cart, and the liquid splashed onto the arm of the Sarkaz pushing the cart.

"Hey! Slow down, don't make a mess!" the man pushing the cart yelled angrily. He wanted to reach out and wipe it clean, but when he looked down, he found that his hands were even dirtier, so he gave up the idea.

"Work and life are a war, I have to go all out!" Another Sarkaz turned into a perpetual motion machine, tirelessly shoveling large shovels of feces into the car.

"Who taught you to say such weird things, you mop-head?" The Sarkaz who was pushing the cart felt strange and asked.

The three of them are already very familiar with each other, and they call each other nicknames on a daily basis, and no one cares.

"This is what our clan leader said, don't talk nonsense." The Sarkaz, known as Mop Head, pushed away the bandages hanging in front of his eyes.

"People with insight speak differently. Now I just want to finish get off work quickly, then take a bath in the river. It stinks." The Sarkaz who was pushing the cart frowned, pushed the full cart of feces out of the greenhouse, poured it all into the fermentation tank, covered the lid and waited for it to ferment.

The top cover has vent holes, so there is no need to worry about the gas produced during fermentation accumulating in large quantities and causing the risk of explosion.

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"Roy, when will Kitty and Mr. Friston arrive?" It was time to get off work, and Muirseth knocked on Roy's office door with a bunch of lilies.

"Don't worry, it's almost there. We've already passed over the sky of Leithania and will be there later." Roy put down the documents in his hand, picked up the diamond-shaped transparent crystal ornament on the table, and installed it in the metal frame on his shoulder.

"Then this bouquet of flowers of mine can be given to her. Kitty likes flowers with delicate fragrance..." Muirseth brought the bouquet to his nose, took a deep breath, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth was brighter than the flowers.

"By the way, Muirseth. The mineral disease monitoring equipment we developed earlier has begun mass production, right?" Roy began to organize the documents on his desk and locked them in a drawer.

"It's almost done. The chips ordered from Colombia arrived two months ago, but the production line has only just been debugged. The first batch of mass-produced monitoring equipment is expected to be produced this week."

"Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about what price to set to be more appropriate."

"We can produce a batch first, market it to various countries, and then wait for the response and evaluation before setting the price."

"Well, that's a good idea. I didn't expect Miu Miu also knows business planning. How many abilities do you have that I don't know about?"

"Hehe... there are many more. You will see them later."

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An agricultural city on the border of Dayan, Dahuang City.

Shu, who had just finished taking a shower, walked out of the bathroom slowly with a hot body. The night in Dahuang City was much cooler than during the day.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." The hair dryer blew out hot air, and used a dry towel to dry the wet hair.

After drying her hair, Shu turned to take care of her long tail. This tail had helped her do a lot of work today, so she needed to relax.

"Oh~~~The weather is nice tonight, and the whole courtyard is bright." Shu, who was in the mood to admire the moon, moved a lounge chair from the living room and placed it in the pavilion. He then washed some seasonal fruits to eat while admiring the moon.

"Oh, by the way...I haven't taken care of those plants that can grow in a high-salt environment today." Shu had just laid down to rest when he remembered that he still had work to do, so he quickly got up and walked into the house.

The heavy green and yellow rice ears bent the slender stalks, and the millet gently supported the rice ears, feeling very satisfied.

Inducing directed mutation in plants and cultivating target varieties is a long process.

In order to breed quickly, Shu did not hesitate to use his power and made a small mistake.

"This generation of rice has a relatively stable tolerance to seawater. We can hand it over to Mr. Roy when the time comes."