Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

Its daybreak.

People in the camp gradually got up and began a busy new day.

News of Payton's actions spread quickly—nothing could be hidden from a camp of thirty men crammed together. Some saw him crawling out of the cabin in the middle of the night, others heard him groaning.

The news that "Payton almost changed" was like a cold wind that swept through everyone's hearts.

It serves as a reminder to everyone that the apocalypse is far from over. The T-virus is still lurking among them.

But the news that "Advisor He saved him again" followed closely behind, like a bonfire warming the biting cold wind.

At breakfast, Peyton walked around the center of the camp twice.

His steps were much steadyer than yesterday, and although his complexion was still not rosy, it was at least no longer that frightening ashen color.

Most importantly, his fingernails returned to their normal flesh color.

Those gray spots have almost completely disappeared.

If you weren't in the know, you'd never guess that he almost turned into a zombie just a few hours earlier.

Peyton walked up to He Yuanchao and stood ramrod straight.

Although he was more than half a head taller than He Yuanchao, he bowed very low in front of He Yuanchao.

"Advisor He, from today onwards, I will do whatever you say. No exceptions."

He Yuanchao was munching on a compressed biscuit when he heard this, so he looked up at him.

"Then do one thing now."

"What is it?"

"Go help Greg move the wood. You're stronger than him, don't waste your strength."

Payton paused for a moment, then grinned.

That was the first time he had smiled since he was bitten.

"receive."

He turned and strode toward the pile of wood.

As he passed Jill, he reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

He didn't say anything.

But in that one shot, everything was there.

As Jill watched his retreating figure, her eyes welled up with tears again.

She quickly lowered her head and pretended to tie her shoelaces.

He Yuanchao finished chewing the last bite of the biscuit and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"Today's plan—" he stood up and addressed everyone.

"Clearing wasteland for farming".

"What should we plant?" someone asked.

He Yuanchao took the packet of seeds out of his pocket.

"vegetable."

He walked to the flat riverbank next to the camp, a spot he had previously scouted out.

This piece of land is about 300 square meters, and the soil is sandy loam formed by river alluvium - it is loose in texture, has moderate water content, and good drainage.

In the Old World, this kind of land was usually used to grow peanuts or sweet potatoes.

But He Yuanchao's seeds were no ordinary seeds.

He crouched down and used his hunting knife to draw a few straight lines on the ground, making simple furrow markings.

Then begin sowing.

He placed each seed precisely in its designated spot—15 centimeters apart and 2 centimeters deep.

"You guys come and help," He Yuanchao called to a group of idle people. "Dig trenches according to the lines I drew, put the seeds in, then cover them with soil and water them. Be careful with the spacing, don't plant them too close together."

The old pastor was the first to come over.

"When I was young, I used to grow vegetables in my hometown." He rolled up his sleeves and squatted down on the ground.

Then the two high school students arrived. Although they had never touched a hoe before, they were young and strong and learned quickly.

The young mother put the baby in the basket next to her and came to help.

While instructing them on how to sow the seeds, He Yuanchao was also making plans in his mind.

According to the system's description of these "improved seeds," they have undergone genetic optimization. Their growth rate is more than five times that of normal crops.

Normal leafy vegetables take seventy to ninety days from sowing to harvest.

These seeds only need fourteen to twenty days.

Fourteen days later, the first batch of fresh vegetables will grow on this land.

Thirty-one people.

A 300-square-meter vegetable garden.

If managed properly, it can produce at least 50 kilograms of fresh vegetables every day.

In addition to the game that Old Tom hunted and the fish he caught in the river—

The food problem was largely solved.

He Yuanchao put the last seed into the soil.

He stood up and patted the mud off his knees.

He looked down at the brown earth that had just been turned over.

Nothing has grown yet.

There were only a few damp furrows and seed pits covered with a thin layer of fine soil.

But He Yuanchao knew.

Two more weeks.

This place will turn into a green area.

Vegetable leaves will grow.

They would give these people who had escaped from hell a bowl of hot vegetable soup.

That bowl of soup meant more than just filling your stomach.

It represents—

This world is not dead yet.

It can also grow things.

There's always tomorrow.

He Yuanchao's lips twitched slightly.

Then he moved on to his next task.

Training Course.