On the tenth year of the natural disaster, I went to farm with me

"How do we solve this situation? There is no solution!"

Tang Huai cursed in the Lord Channel, "Before the territory was opened up, it was an evolutionary forest that any animal could enter. Humans burned the forest to open up wasteland for farming and did not allow other animals to enter. The wolves did not say anything and retreated. Those bastards from the Dongyang team actually went to rob the nest and tortured the cubs to death. It would be strange if the wolves didn't go crazy!"

"But..." Wen Nengjie muttered, "Brother Huai, this is originally our human territory."

"You are talking to an evolved wolf who was born and grew up after the natural disaster about the ownership of the territory before the natural disaster?" Tang Huai sneered, "The ten best-located stores on East Street in the second district of the inner city all have my name on the property certificates. Who of those people who opened stores there after the natural disaster paid rent to me? You can't even reason with a human being, how can you make it through to an evolved wolf?"

Zhang San warned lazily, "Tang Huai, is the evolutionary killer losing control of his emotions?"

"No." Tang Huai was silent, and said, "Third brother, I just felt upset after watching the video."

Xia Qing, who was driving a micro-tiller while mowing the grass on her way home, looked at the dark sky through the glass of the micro-tiller's rain cover with a serious expression.

Zhao Ze's voice was hoarse and tired. "The lords of the western territory had just survived 53 hours of rain and were thinking about how to plant crops and spinach when the rainproof cloth of the greenhouse was torn by the wolves."

Shizhong, who was also a lord, felt the same way, "Can those fields in the west still be cultivated?"

No one can answer this question.

Xia Qing returned home and drove the tiller to cut the weeds in the yard. Then he saw two large evolved locusts that the plucked weasel had placed on the mat in front of the security door.

The plucking was still very particular and plucked the wings and legs of the locusts.

Xia Qing now did not have the energy to test the quality of the two locusts. He thanked the sheep shed in a hoarse voice and stuffed the locusts into the snake box. He dragged his tired body back to the house, washed the mud off his and his two companions' protective clothing, changed into home clothes, fell on the bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

At six o'clock the next morning, there was a rustling sound outside the window. Xia Qing, who was having a nightmare, opened his eyes and his hand had already clenched the handle of the gun.

Jingjing reacted for a few seconds before she put down her gun and lifted a corner of the curtain. Sure enough, she saw a red squirrel squatting on the windowsill, wagging its wet tail and rubbing its little paws, asking her for water.

This was the first time the red squirrel came to her to ask for water after she hammered down the Metasequoia tree in her territory ten days ago. The little guy was still a little scared, standing sideways, a posture for escaping immediately if he found something wrong.

When Xia Qing raised her hand to open the window, the red squirrel immediately jumped onto the roof.

After she cleaned the small jar filled with rainwater on the windowsill, poured in unpolluted spring water, and closed the window, the red squirrel climbed back to the windowsill from the roof, put its head into the jar and drank it all in one gulp.

It was not easy for this little guy to survive the heavy rain that lasted for more than 53 hours without the protection of the Yi Stone.

After drinking the water, the red squirrel stared at Xia Qing quietly for a while. Finding that Xia Qing had no intention of giving it food, it squatted on the windowsill and began to comb its fur and big tail with spring water.

Xia Qing sat on the bed and used her phone to check the surveillance cameras in various places in the territory and at the entrance of the bear cave. Finally, she clicked on the surveillance camera in the sheep shed and saw the plucked weasel and Little White Hair sleeping on a tall haystack, with the five little cubs firmly protected in the middle, also sleeping soundly with their legs spread out.

At this moment, Xia Qing missed the Queen and the Broken-Waist Wolf so much.

After taking a screenshot and saving it on his phone, Xia Qing cleared away his negative emotions and walked downstairs to greet his companions in high spirits, "Good morning, boss!"

"Bah."

Perhaps because the three consecutive days of heavy rain had finally passed, Boss Yang was in a good mood and responded to Xia Qing.

"How about some Chinese toon sprouts this morning?"

"Meh!" "Okay, I'll go drive the tiller to pick the Chinese toon buds."

Xia Qing went out of the house and looked at the yard full of calf-high weeds and small insects jumping around, but she didn't feel a headache.

After two days when the ground is dry, the sheep boss can use a rake to rake the grass stubble, and it will be clean.

Various small insects? Haha, there lived a group of swallows that loved to eat insects under her eaves. These insects were not enough for them to eat, so they were quickly cleared out.

The most important thing now is to clean up the farmland as soon as possible and plant the seeds. Oh, and the red weeds in the high-risk area of ​​​​Hill No. 50 must also be dealt with as soon as possible.

Xia Qing drove the tiller, and the sheep immediately ran out of the house and sat on its special seat. The man and the sheep drove the tiller, clearing the weeds all the way to the ruins of the house in the west.

Hearing this familiar voice, Tang Huai, who was sleeping in Territory No. 2, turned over and muttered, pressing his head with a pillow and continuing to sleep.

Seeing the sick wolf coming out of the weeds with a basket in its mouth, Xia Qing stopped the tiller, opened the door, and took the small basket in the wolf's mouth.

She didn't come here to cut grass, but to pick up a sick wolf.

"Old No. 2 is amazing for catching so many insects!" Xia Qing looked at the small basket that was already filled with various insects and praised his hardworking companion.

The sick wolf sat in its exclusive seat, showing a happy smile, and rubbed Xia Qing's protective mask with its head to express its joy.

Then, a layer of long and short wolf hair appeared on Xia Qing's mask.

Driving the micro-tillage machine to the greenhouse, Xia Qing took two companions into the greenhouse. After checking on the animals, they went around the greenhouse and three farmlands before jumping over the wide river and entering the buffer forest and coming under the big camphor tree.

The Chinese toon tree is not a cycad plant, so the Chinese toon buds on the tree hardly grow during the rainy season.

Xia Qing took out a long pole and sickle, hooked a small basket of toon shoots, and fetched a large bucket of unpolluted spring water before taking Yang Lao Da home.

Sick wolf? It won't come back until it's fed with fish.

After a hearty breakfast, Xia Qing took a hoe and went to weed the rapeseed fields.

Because the grass was thick and the seedlings were sparse, and Xia Qing was strong and good at using tools, he quickly cleared all the weeds in an acre of land.

After throwing the grass outside the shed, Xia Qing carefully counted the rapeseed plants. After last winter's snow and this spring's rain, there were only 11 plants left in the one-acre rapeseed planted in early November last year.

However, judging from the color of the leaves, only fifty or sixty of the 265 plants have turned into red rapeseed. Even if they bloom and produce seeds, she will not be able to extract oil for consumption.

In other words, of the 10,000 rapeseed seeds she planted in late autumn last year, only 200 are left. The stability of the rapeseed seeds distributed by the safety zone is frighteningly poor.

This comparison shows how high the quality of the M-14 yellow light wheat that Xia Qing exchanged with her idol is. After experiencing the same amount of snow, severe cold and rain, only half of the yellow light wheat is left.

Idol, awesome!
After Xia Qing cleaned up the two acres of yellow light wheat field, it was already 11 o'clock. She packed up briefly and took the sick wolf to the No. territory for a "physical examination", and by the way, she listened to how the third brother planned to clean up the red weeds in the high-risk area of ​​​​Mount .

Several of her Yi stones are still in the danger zone, and they are all points! (End of this chapter)