Doomsday America

Chapter 51 is desperately short-staffed!

Chapter 51 is desperately short-staffed!
Seventy? That many?

Eugene asked instinctively, and Gavin responded by pointing with his finger.

"Don't think it's a lot; it's just a conservative figure."

"Conservatively speaking, my estate needs at least thirty people to maintain it, and there's also a cowboy barracks nearby."

"Considering the dairy farms that have been expanding in recent years, I think there are at least forty cowboys in the dormitory!"

No, it's far more than that!

Just as Gavin was getting to this point, old Bert rubbed his face and interrupted him.

He continued speaking with a deep gaze.

"In the two years you were away, the cowboy quarters expanded fivefold, two more stables were added near the farm and estate, and a chicken farm was built, raising about 40,000 chickens."

"what?"

Gavin narrowed his eyes and said, puzzled.

"Why are there so many more people? I can understand the stables, my dad does want to win a horse racing championship, but what the heck is the chicken farm? We didn't raise chickens on a large scale before!"

"Yeah, but when you left last time, you said the fried chicken at home wasn't as good as the one in Dallas."

Old Bert shrugged at Gavin, offering a helpless explanation.

“Your dad couldn’t stand such words, so he selected a few chicken breeds and decided to raise them seriously.”

"In short, due to the expansion of the dairy farm and the establishment of stables and chicken farms, there were at least 150 standing cowboys near the farm estate. Most of them were riders who took care of the racehorses and helped herd cattle while walking the horses."

"Fake..."

Hearing this, Eugene couldn't help but curse.

"Are you kidding me? You expect us three or four people to take on hundreds of Bolts? With these few crappy guns we have right now?"

"That is a problem, but it's not the guns. Old Bert's got some good stuff, right, old man?"

Gavin interrupted Eugene, shifting Eugene's concern from the number of zombies to the issue of equipment, and turned to ask Old Bert a question.

Upon hearing this, old Bert grinned, clapped his hands casually, and responded.

"This is Texas, and every rancher and cowboy must have a gun in their home!"

At this point, old Bert curled his lip and pointed at SCAR, cursing.

"Look at that piece of junk you're using! It's so hard to control the recoil, even a dog wouldn't want to use it. My armory is in the room closest to the side door, and it contains my treasures. After dinner, I'll show you all what I'm made of!"

"Then I'll be waiting to see what it's like!"

Eugene slapped his thigh dramatically, but old Bert hadn't finished speaking.

He continued speaking to the crowd.

"Furthermore, you don't need to worry too much about the manor. Although there are usually hundreds of people living there, things are different these days. There might only be a few dozen people left."

"Why? Explain your reasoning."

Gavin quickly pressed old Bert for an answer.

When Gavin pressed him for an answer, old Bert raised his hand and pointed eastward, then chuckled.

"Because the farm town has been having parties day and night for the past few days, when I came back from a party around 1 a.m. last night, the party was still so lively that most people didn't want to leave."

"Believe me, there were over thirty topless girls at the party, even Damon and Keller's wives took their clothes off, and one of them even had a ring on her nipple, it was fucking exciting~"

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert laughed and coughed twice, then clutched his waist in pain.

At the same time, Gavin looked at old Bert suspiciously and asked.

"A party? What party? Did my dad have another baby?"

"What a joke. Your father has already used up all the luck of the Jin family and himself in his entire life just to have a son like you."

Old Bert interrupted Gavin's joke and then explained to Gavin and the others.

"Don't forget, Gavin, you've won five consecutive championships—an unprecedented feat in football history!"

“Ever since you first won the championship, our farm has always thrown you parties in the days following the Super Bowl, and they’ve gotten bigger every year.”

"By this year, the party had attracted almost everyone on the farm!"

"Anyway, it's not potato planting season yet, so after everyone finishes herding the cattle in the morning, there's nothing much to do. So from the day before yesterday until last night, the party bonfire never went out!" Old Bert shrugged at Gavin as he said this.

Gavin immediately understood.

At these large parties on American farms, after the cowboys and girls have celebrated, how many of them can actually go back to their dorms and sleep until dawn?

Who knows which bed they'll wake up in the next day, or whether they'll just fall asleep halfway through a sexual encounter in the forest?
In short, after learning about these circumstances, Gavin couldn't help but rub his forehead.

He then continued speaking to the crowd.

"Guys, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that taking back the farm and estate might not be too difficult for us."

"As for the bad news, the farm town that I remember having only three hundred people now probably has six hundred, or even more than seven hundred..."

“Originally, I thought that since my family members were scattered, we might still have a chance to meet some surviving cowboys.”

"But now, if the cowboys are all concentrated in small town and generally drink a lot of alcohol at parties, then probably no one will survive..."

At this point, Gavin rubbed his forehead again.

How is he supposed to manage at least tens of thousands of cows, thousands of horses, tens of thousands of chickens, and hundreds of thousands of acres of land with just seven or eight men under his command?
Not to mention that taking back the farm is just the beginning; there's so much to do in the future!
On one hand, they had to clear the zombies from the farm area; on the other hand, they had to build fortifications; and on the other hand, they also had to take over the Chambers Dam to prevent the Chambers Lake from overflowing and washing away half of the farm and forest.

On the other hand, he also had to reclaim the Chambers Hydroelectric Power Station. How could a large reservoir be without a power station? This power station was also the main reason why he insisted on going home.

But what is the biggest problem now?
We're short-staffed!

He is desperately short of manpower!

What can eight people do?
Shoveling cow dung in the dairy farm would take eight people a whole day to finish!

Suddenly, Gavin rubbed his forehead harder and harder.

Just then, Dolly came out of the bathroom with the woman from the lake.

Seeing this, Gavin sighed and waved to the crowd.

"Alright, let's eat first. After we finish, Eugene, Madison, and I will go to the manor to scout it out. William is keeping watch at home. Is there anything wrong with that?"

“No!” Madison nodded repeatedly.

"I'll have to see it first before I can say anything," Eugene said with a wicked smile.

“I will take good care of the house. I will never... I will never let anyone become like my father!” William said solemnly.

"I will take good care of my mom and that new girl!" Winnie declared confidently.

So, after everyone finished speaking, the woman in the lake, who had already put on jeans and was wearing a light pink sweater, looked at Winnie with a surprised expression.

"Ha, what makes you think I need a brat to take care of you? Shouldn't it be your mom and me taking care of you?"

As she spoke, the woman in the lake came to Winnie's side and tapped her on the head.

Then, the woman in the lake turned to face Gavin and said...

“Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Bella, Bella Deckermore, I…”

“Woof woof!!!”

Bella's self-introduction was interrupted by a dog's bark, and she looked in confusion at the Rottweiler lying in front of old Bert.

Upon seeing this, Old Bert and the other two were all taken aback.

Then, Old Bert interrupted the dog's barking and quickly spoke up.

"Hello Bella, this is my darling daughter Laura, she's here to welcome you."

At this point, old Bert reached out and turned towards the puppy.

"Come on, my good girl, give...Bella a roll!"

Upon hearing this, the puppy was slightly taken aback, but finally heard its own name and command, so it obediently rolled over.