Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 225 Peter Pan Passes the Microphone
The rain stopped in the afternoon. Grandma Meng, who had been at home all day, was worried about the crops in the yard. She picked up her hoe and went out to check. She immediately discovered the different conditions of the mutated plants in the yard.

She asked in confusion, "Huh?"

They are all mutated plants, and they were both exposed to virus-filled rain for a whole day, but their conditions are completely different.

The mutated onions, ginger, peppers and cabbages that had been sprinkled with inhibitory powder still showed a slight defensive state. If any living creature passed by them or any movement occurred, they would immediately become alert.

The green flower wall that withered under the rain, the mutant pine tree at the door, and the brilliant emerald flowers under the pine tree, all responded to her appearance as usual.

Granny Meng stood there quietly for a while, unable to figure it out.

But her intuition told her that there was something fishy going on, and it was related to Zhao Xiaoxiu.

Because the Green Fairy and the Emerald Pearl Flower were both brought back by the little girl herself and planted.

There are other mutant crops in the back mountain and the planting area. After checking the crops in the yard, Grandma Meng put on a raincoat, took an umbrella and went out.

Let’s go to the garden and take a look at the crops first. The sweet potato seedlings are well protected by the green wall. The mutant crops next door are in a similar state to the peppers and cabbages in the yard. They are not actively aggressive, but are very sensitive to external reactions.

After visiting the plantation, Grandma Meng went to see the rabbit shed under the lonely big tree.

The two flying chickens didn't stay in their own chicken coop, but flew to the rabbit shed, and squatted in the hay nest with the two rabbits, staring at each other.

"They didn't even fight?" Granny Meng exclaimed in amazement.

The shed protected them from the rain, so they wouldn't go crazy. Grandma Meng tried to drive the two flying chickens back to their nest, but failed, so she gave up and continued to go to the back mountain.

After the spring, the mother and her two sons went up the mountain and got a lot of edible low-level mutant fruit trees, and planted them next to Zhao Xiaoxiu's mutant jujubes and evolved persimmons.

Just like the jujubes she planted, each one was individually surrounded by stones or fenced with wooden boards.

And to prevent them from fighting, keep them ten meters apart.

Of the mutated fruit trees that the mother and her two sons brought back, nearly half died. This might have been due to the unfamiliar climate or soil, or they might have been infested by insects.

The remaining half were not living very well either, basically teetering on the brink of death.

But today, after a night of rain, these dying fruit trees now have branches stretched out and are full of energy. They sense humans approaching and their trunks are shaking with excitement.

Only the two mutant jujube trees, which had grown to a man's height, were as peaceful as usual.

However, with the nourishment of the rain, many tender buds grew on the branches, curled up, and they will fully stretch out as soon as the next rain comes.

These two jujube trees were also planted by Zhao Xiaoxiu herself, from seeds. Not only are they doing well and will bear fruit in the fall, they also peacefully survived the first heavy rain of the rainy season.

It looks like they are in exactly the same state as the evolved persimmon tree next to it; the viruses in the rain can no longer affect them.

Grandma Meng couldn't help but wonder, what would happen if she ate the fruits of these two mutated jujube trees?
Can it also prevent humans from being affected by the virus, allowing them to reproduce and die normally?

Grandma Meng was shocked by her own thoughts.

A dark shadow fell over her head and her vision suddenly darkened. She raised her head hastily and the hand that was not holding the hoe simultaneously grasped the gun belt on her shoulder.

"Peter Pan?" Seeing the familiar fish shadow, Grandma Meng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the other half, he didn't spit it out until he was sure that the mutant floating fish swimming in the drizzle above his head was not in a frenzied state of hunting.

Rainy days are when Peter Pan is freest. He can fly around and go to any place where it rains.
I saw a human being. Oh, it was the neighbor of the little master.

Peter Pan stopped above the back mountain and looked at the man on the ground curiously to see what he was doing.

Grandma Meng was caught off guard and met a pair of tiny fish eyes.

She waved awkwardly, turned around and hurried home. She couldn't stand such a big mutant staring at her head.

Peter Pan's fish brain was confused, why did she leave again?

Thinking that the little master was also in the house, he flicked his tail and followed.

The drizzle turned into moderate rain, and the raindrops fell on the eaves, windowsills, and mud. They were greedily absorbed by the plants in the ground, and their branches and leaves became more and more lush.

The rain was getting heavy and Zhao Xiaoxiu could no longer sit at the doorstep. She picked up a small stool and prepared to go into the house when she heard Peter Pan's cheerful call.

Immediately afterwards, a big silver fish flew over her yard, circled above the open space, and called Zhao Xiaoxiu to come out and play with it.

Go outside and see what it looks like outside!

Peter Pan excitedly conveyed his ideas to Zhao Xiaoxiu.

It was getting dark, and Zhao Xiaoxiu refused, "Go and play by yourself, but remember not to go too far, or you'll be in trouble if you get caught."

Afraid that it would run away, Zhao Xiaoxiu deliberately scared it.

Peter Pan is not a coward like Xiaowa who is afraid to leave his territory. Although he failed to ask his little master to go out with him, he still went by himself.

But I didn't go too far. I just ran from area B to the other two planting areas in AC and took a look at the excitement.

Peter Pan is like a three or four-year-old child, interested in everything and fearless. He would stop and look at someone wearing a raincoat on the road.

Fortunately, the man thought it was more terrifying and ran away. The fish went out intact and came back intact.

Zhao Xiaoxiu and her father were having dinner, and Peter Pan was lying on the roof, telling her what he had seen and heard that day.

"Kosode Kosode, the river in the plantation in Area C has risen sharply and flooded the road to the plantation. The patrol station's cars can't get out because the patrol station is also flooded."

"There was also a lord in Area A whose sweet potato field was eaten up by a group of mutant rats. On the way back, I saw a lot of people staying in the mountains. They lived in very strange houses. The houses were so light that they flew away when the wind blew."

A strange house? Living in the mountains?

The first thing Zhao Xiaoxiu thought of was the people from the Green Alliance. Peter Pan must be talking about their camp. Is it so simple?
"Don't they even have a wall?" Zhao Xiaoxiu asked herself.

Peter Pan asked her in confusion what a wall was.

Zhao Xiaoxiu said that it was like the green wall of the Green Fairy, a place that mutants could not enter.

Peter Pan swung his tail to sweep away the weeds and fallen leaves on the awning, and told Zhao Xiaoxiu that he saw the wall, but it was not strong. It was made of wooden boards and thick sticks. A group of mutant wolves rushed in and knocked a big hole.

All those light tents collapsed, and the people inside shouted and screamed, and then they were carried away by the mutant wolves.

Peter Pan's little fish brain thought for a moment and invited Zhao Xiaoxiu to go somewhere farther together tomorrow.

It was very curious about what would happen to the people in the mountains and wanted to see where they would go to shelter from the rain.