The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Although Hershel has invested heavily in planting, it is still not entirely self-sufficient at present.

It will still take two or three years of planting to reach a level of self-sufficiency.

Caesar expressed his understanding and did not urge Hershel.

Caesar asked Herschel how to quickly achieve complete food self-sufficiency within Yellowstone.

Hershel stated that sufficient planting knowledge, as well as materials such as seeds and equipment, are needed.

He said that although he had been farming for so many years, he had never been exposed to crop rotation or seedling cultivation...

As a farmer, if you want to grow crops, you can simply buy seeds from outside; there's no need to do it yourself.

As a result, the crops he grew were of varying quality, and he didn't know how to improve them.

Caesar tapped the table with his finger, pondering how to solve this problem.

In my memory, the planting techniques of Shandingzhai were very advanced, and they were even able to supply grain to other areas.

However, distant water cannot quench an immediate fire, and it is not possible to quickly reach the mountaintop village at the moment.

Where else can I find planting techniques?

As he pondered this, Caesar's eyes lit up.

Of course, it's the library! Atlanta's library is full of books on planting, and Herschel can definitely learn about seedling cultivation from them.

If you follow the knowledge and practice step by step, you will be able to do it sooner or later.

Caesar nodded in satisfaction and included the library in the plan as well.

As Caesar flipped further down the page, he stopped at a document detailing the bullet collection.

The training camps in Huangshi use real guns and ammunition, and have trained many sharpshooters through bullets.

The daily consumption of bullets is very high, and combat troops often pick up bullets when they go out on missions.

The number of empty shell casings in the town is already staggering.

Caesar pursed his lips. Collecting empty shell casings was for reloading bullets and also for improving future military production capabilities.

Eugene, oh Eugene.

At this moment, Caesar missed this intelligent man terribly. Although Caesar remembered Eugene because of the memes about PUBG and not giving Eugene to anyone else, he also knew that Eugene was indeed capable and intelligent.

It can reload bullets and use simple toys to attract zombies, etc.

Caesar believed that as long as Eugene was given some room to maneuver, making guns and bullets would not be a problem at all.

In addition, there's Nate, a dwarf who appears in the spin-off series, a gifted inventor who excels at inventing all sorts of explosive things.

Caesar thought he was even more outrageous than Eugene, inventing all sorts of gadgets with rattling, pipe-like things that could be used to shoot down helicopters.

For example, Caesar was very envious of those cannonballs that could directly split a horde of zombies into two waves.

Of course, except for them.

The only other talented person Caesar could think of was Milton, whose invention Caesar knew was a trap to attract zombies based on the principle of a music box; that was all.

Milton may not be as talented as Eugene and the others, but perhaps he just hasn't reached his full potential yet.

Caesar stroked his chin, somewhat looking forward to what good things Milton would invent after joining Yellowstone.

While Caesar was contemplating the future direction of Yellowstone, Woodbury had already regained its composure.

The governor descended the steps with an almost stiff smile.

The residents below the platform no longer looked so terrified; their expressions returned to their usual peacefulness.

It was as if the gloom of being extorted a few days ago had dissipated.

The governor understood that this matter was like a seed planted in their hearts, and that they would panic and flee if other unstable factors were to erupt.

But he wouldn't let these people leave; how could Penny's paradise be without extras?

After finishing his speech, the governor returned to his office on his own.

Lie back in a soft chair, close your eyes, and enjoy a moment of peace.

knock knock --

"Please come in!"

The governor rubbed his eyes and looked towards the door.

Andrea, with her hair styled in a bun, entered with a polite smile. "Governor, shall we postpone our party?"

The governor pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "No, we should proceed as normal."

"The delay means we've been affected by those extortionists. I want to tell the residents that Woodbury is still the same Woodbury."

"This is our home, and it means peace."

The governor turned his chair around, looked out the window, and the coldness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

He had already sent Shumpert out to search for the group, but they acted as if they never existed, and Shumpert couldn't find a single temporary military outpost.

There was absolutely no indication that the other party had escaped from the military base and had found any temporary residence.

The more the governor thought about it, the more his head ached.

"Governor, there's a woman in the community who's good at making cookies and wants to join the kitchen to make some party cookies, this..."

Before Andrea could finish speaking, the governor raised his hand to interrupt her.

"You can make these decisions yourself; you don't need to ask me."

"Okay." Andrea nodded.

After asking a few more questions about administrative matters, Andrea left the governor's office.

Not long after Andrea left, the governor stood up, went behind the door, and locked the office door.

The governor then walked to the wall behind his desk.

Gently push open a hidden door; inside, it's pitch black, like a bottomless abyss.

The governor went in without hesitation.

The door closed, shutting out the last ray of light.

In the darkness, the governor skillfully entered a room.

The room was filled with several fish tanks, which glowed with a ghostly blue light. Inside were the heads of several living zombies, with murky pupils, opening and closing mouths, and dim light, creating an extremely terrifying scene.

The governor, however, seemed to be at home, leisurely sitting on the sofa to the side, pouring himself a glass of wine, taking a sip, and admiring the ugly state of the walking corpses in the fish tank.

The exhaustion I felt just moments ago vanished in an instant, and I felt incredibly relaxed.

After admiring it for a while, the governor walked to a door next to the fish tank and casually dragged over a sofa and a plate of meat.

The meat's color and texture were very strange, and it didn't look like the meat we usually eat.

The governor opened the hidden door, which was even darker inside. Faint hissing sounds could be heard, as if a wild beast was imprisoned inside.

The governor leaned back on the sofa.

Suddenly, a short figure darted out from the darkness and rushed to the governor in the blink of an eye.

Just as it was about to collide with the governor, a sound of chains snapping rang out, and the figure stopped.

The figure appeared to be a little girl, wearing a pretty dress, but with a small burlap sack over her head and her hands bound with restraints used by mental patients.

The governor's eyes softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He carefully embraced the little girl, his movements as gentle as if afraid of hurting her.