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Therefore, both parties were quite satisfied with the agreement, and have adhered to it well over the period of time.

Moreover, to be fair, from the emperor's perspective, it was a good thing that the ice plains had become a granary, even if he couldn't collect a single penny of tax.

However, such a huge amount of grain would inevitably flow into the market, at least lowering the Engel coefficient and stabilizing the people's livelihood.

As for the fact that the other side has such a large food reserve that it can support an equally large army and population, that is not his most pressing concern at the moment, because that is a problem that will occur in the future, not one that needs to be solved right now.

This "business delegation" followed this green corridor, passing through Victoria into Ursus, and then headed north. What they saw and heard along the way was basically the same as what they heard in the news: barren land, desolate fields, terrifying storms, poor serfs with pale faces, and their tools that were so simple that they seemed to be stuck in the Middle Ages.

From any perspective, there is nothing worth learning or investigating, and the sheer volume of products, measured in tens of thousands of tons, is inexplicable. Upon entering northern Ursus, the situation becomes almost entirely deserted, with transport ships often taking an entire day to encounter a small mobile town for refueling and water replenishment, and prices there are exorbitantly high.

Even more surprisingly, they had no recollection of the sugar bearing the wheat leaf emblem, assuming it was produced in Victoria. This led the captain to suspect that the guide had taken them to the wrong place, as it was highly unusual for the locals so close to the production area to be unaware of what it produced.

However, as they continued north, the expedition finally saw something different: small villages formed by ordinary self-sufficient farmers who were clearly not growing Ursus's traditional wheat and potatoes, but another crop.

This gave the captain a little more confidence, and they were able to get through a sudden, out-of-season storm before reaching the edge of the farm, where they were stopped by a Reunion patrol.

The main task of these patrol teams is to stop local farmers from stealing wheat seeds.

No matter how they explained it, these seeds couldn't be planted repeatedly; the second generation would likely result in a complete crop failure, and they couldn't stop it. In the end, they could only rely on patrol teams and sticks to stop it.

Meanwhile, the breeding fields were subjected to live ammunition and weapons. Were they pitiful? Yes, they were, but if the breeding fields were completely depleted and there were no good seeds left, no one would have anything to plant the following year. Ordinary sticks and scoldings were unlikely to stop this behavior—so in the end, the only option was to hang themselves.

In this matter, any excessive mercy and kindness is playing with other people's lives. Without sufficient violence to stop them, they could wipe out all the seedlings in the farm's experimental fields and breeding fields overnight.

"I didn't know there was such a thing." Bagpipe held a cup of "Ursus Special Honey Tea" and listened to the locals talk about the local customs. She was a rather honest and simple person, and she honestly asked the locals about any taboos or rules that needed to be observed, as well as how to grow these somewhat unfamiliar crops and what precautions to take.

As a girl born on a rural farm, Bagpipe knew one thing clearly: if you try to fool it, it will fool you in return; in the end, it's a matter of who can fool the other's stomach.

"As for this season, according to the integrated agricultural cooperative, it's called 'bio-nitrogen fertilizer,' but it's basically just growing grass and mushrooms..."

"Mushrooms, are mushrooms also grown in fields?"

"Hmm, we all call it mushroom. It's a bit different from the mushrooms in the mountains. Speaking of which, Miss Bagpipe, you must be from a big city in the south. Why do you like listening to these things?" The tavern was full of local farmers who came to have a couple of drinks to warm up after work.

"Because I was born on a farm in the South. My family grew broccoli and taro, as well as pumpkins and grapes."

When talking about his hometown, Fengdi's face lit up, and the topics he discussed were things that farmers could understand, such as planting, crops, irrigation, raising cattle and horses, and milking.

Normal agricultural life doesn't involve night shifts, but Covenant agricultural production doesn't care about day or night shifts.

After all, many crops are best grown at the Ring of the Sun Farm, an artificial asteroid orbiting the sun at close range. When the light-filtering canopy is opened, it is always noon.

So, the same goes for the farm. The solar tower turns on a lot of industrial lighting on its outer shell at night. It used to use expensive halogen lamps, but later, Lao Xia replaced them with new wet components—provided by a girl who wished to remain anonymous.

I heard that they came from Kazimierz to travel, but their wallets were stolen. By the time they realized it, they had already spent more than 10,000 Lungmen dollars on expensive desserts at Lao Xia's shop in Lungmen.

In the end, they had to use their own equipment and some biological samples to settle the debt and sign an authorization agreement.

Therefore, farm work is also required at night in the area, although it only lasts until the first half of the night at most.

After all, you have to allow time for respiration, and at night you mainly use phototaxis to kill some foreign flying insects, and also to patrol to see if there are any thieves stealing crops—it has to be said that the latter is more harmful than any natural pest or natural disaster.

"Bang bang bang!" "What's going on?!" Bagpipe heard a metallic clanging sound coming from outside.

"Sigh, those guys are here again. They should all be hanged." The farmers in the tavern sighed. They were farmers from other villages around, but the difference was that they were not infected and were the kind who had a deep prejudice against the infected.

They never interact with each other normally, and their young people even bully the farm's girls and children.

However, after their father talked to them, this phenomenon decreased somewhat, but a huge gap still exists.

They were unwilling to work on the farm because almost half of the inhabitants were infected, and the massive agricultural equipment was beyond their comprehension, almost like witchcraft.

However, due to the volcano, the surrounding environment is warmer, which is conducive to planting. With the passage of transport teams for consumption, a circle of natural villages and settlements naturally formed.

"So, those guys come here to steal things every now and then, and when they get caught, they act like taking your stuff is a compliment. Tch!"

One of the infected farmers spat, "These people should be hanged."

"Are you really going to hang them?"

"As long as you don't take anything from the small field over there, they won't do anything. At most, they'll beat you up and throw you out."

Another farmer said that he seemed to be a normal person rather than an infected person, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be just as indignant as the infected.

"You...you're not infected, are you?"

"But I spent four months building a shed by the field, just waiting for these raspberries to ripen so I could borrow some sugar from the production team leader and make a batch of jam to serve to guests at my daughter's wedding next month, so they wouldn't look down on me—and then these bastards ruined half of it!"

The farmer, a seemingly normal person, slammed the cup onto the counter, spilling about half of the "honey tea" inside.

"If the captain hadn't stopped me, I would have cut those three bastards open with a sickle, pulled out their intestines, and hanged them from the tree!"

"Uh..." Although Bagpipe felt this might be a bit too irritable, putting himself in her shoes, imagine spending half a year carefully preparing something to make a good impression at his daughter's wedding, only to have half of it ruined by a bunch of idle bastards... Hmm, he's ready to fight!

"There are no more robberies now. We used to use handcarts and small trucks, but now the Yeti and his crew have equipped us with armed patrol cars. If anyone dares to pull out a weapon, we just burn them with that glowing weapon. However, there are more and more thieves. We really should add a few new gallows."

The other farmers seemed calmer, but they also strongly supported the decision to hang these people from the trees.

"If you ask me, Miss Talulah is just too kind. If it were Boss Xia, he wouldn't have tolerated these people. He would have burned down their village, taken the honest people who were willing to work to train, and hanged the good-for-nothings who were just idle."

"Would Boss Xia do something like that?"

"For the first time, I think even those black dogs of the Empire have their endearing qualities." This remark immediately filled the tavern with a negative atmosphere. What do peasants hate most?

Of course, they are the kind of people who don't work honestly and wreak havoc on other people's crops. In this respect, both infected people and ordinary people are the same.

“At least those black dogs won’t ruin your fields. They know that if they burn the fields, they won’t get anything next year.”

"Black dog?"

"The Imperial Inspectors, and those patrol teams. But we don't need to worry about that here."

"Speaking of which, why did Miss Bagpipes decide to come to our harsh and cold place?"

"Ah, well, I was originally planning to go to Longmen to find my senior, but I ran out of money halfway there, so I found a job." Fengdi scratched her head. She had just been discharged from the army, and her original plan was to go to Longmen to find her senior, but well…

[Fengdi and Lao Chen graduated from the same school, but she served in the military for three years. She and Lao Chen met at school and had a good relationship. Therefore, in terms of age, they are at most three years apart.]

"Besides, this place isn't much different from the wilderness of my hometown, so why do you call it a bitterly cold place..."

"Then Miss Bagpipe will soon find out." The farmers looked at each other, wondering if anyone still thought Ursus was a good place.

Although life on the farm was quite good and relatively affluent, the natural environment was still that of Ursus. It's just that the bagpipes came in autumn, before it had fully entered late autumn and early winter, so they hadn't experienced Ursus winter.

"By the way, Miss Bagpipe, I saw you and several other people from big cities go to the garage during the day. Are you going to become a tractor driver?"

"Yeah, I do really want to try that, but the engineer told me to learn how to inspect and maintain it first, so I'm currently doing an internship in agricultural machinery repair. It's very different from the ones at home. By the way, aren't you guys afraid of that volcano?"

"Well, with Miss Ellafaya here, everything will be fine. And that mountain..." The farmers weren't sure if the girl in front of them counted as one of their own, or whether they should mention that the mountain didn't exist two years ago and was created by being blasted into existence.

"Ellafaya?"

"Hmm, she's also from a big city, I think it's a city in the east, something like Longmen. I don't know why such a young girl would be interested in those things."

If Miss Bagpipe wishes to visit, it's best to go at night; she's not home during the day. Just follow the main road, and her residence is near the mine at the foot of the mountain.

“Speaking of Miss Ellafaya, Igor, have you forgotten to send her next week’s food and tomorrow’s fruit? Didn’t Lady Talulah tell you to remember to send her some fresh fruit every day?”

"Oh dear! I almost forgot!" Uncle Igor suddenly realized that he had forgotten about it because he was having such a pleasant conversation.

"Perfect timing, Bagpipes, wanna come along?"

"Great!" Perfect, I can ask about my senior.

The delivery vehicle was a standard three-wheeled truck, or half-track, manufactured in Ursus. The truck bed was piled with bags and metal drums. The bags contained food, including vegetables, dried meat, canned goods, and rye bread that could be stored for a long time, while the metal drums contained factory-made mint drinks, which were prepared to prevent her from getting heatstroke on the mountain.

In addition, there was a jar containing fresh fruit and berries, including cloudberries, raspberries, fast-growing tomatoes, and apples.

"There's still some room, sit on the boxes over there." Bagpipes nimbly jumped into the truck bed, and Uncle Igor soon set off. The farm roads were standard compacted farm roads, a bit bumpy, but much better than the wilderness.

"Is that the mine over there?"

"Yeah, don't touch anything over there, it's very dangerous..." Many of the devices are automated, and some are Originium filtration and toxic gas filtration devices. If you touch anything, you could easily kill yourself.

Even without considering the poison gas and Originium contamination, just the sight of those boxes of raw ore, measured in tons, raining down instantly turned Bagpipe's quantifier from one to a puddle.

The distant volcano continued to erupt at a low intensity, and at night, a long, faint band of light stretched from the mountaintop to the mountainside.

It is said to be a conveyor belt for transporting ore, and the real mine, or rather, ore-collecting site, is only after crossing the mountain ridge.

Miners in protective suits knock down columnar rocks and pick up large pieces of ore on the lava flats, then sort and pile them in the stacks. The ore is then transported by conveyor belt to the washing and crushing plants on the mountainside, where it is turned into concentrate sand, packaged, and exported for sale or used in local metal production.

Chapter 57 title is being upgraded~

Chapter 57

Miss Eyjafjalla's location was easy to find; she was on a ridge, next to a huge, incomplete structure, surrounded by construction site industrial lights and a pile of metal boxes. Several computing terminals with small cooling boxes attached were running, making strange gurgling noises.

Several vermilion cables extend from the synthetic jade encapsulation shell. Every three encapsulation boxes are placed in a long, rectangular container. One side is glass, and the other two sides are connection ports. Small bubbles occasionally rise from the pale red liquid.

Each package contains 120 biocomputing units, manufactured using live pig brain cells. The underlying algorithms and architecture adopt the Covenant's general-purpose biocomputing architecture, which is a publicly available design copied verbatim from textbooks, lagging behind the level of real biocomputing cores by at least seven or eight generations.

Biological computers have much lower heat generation and cooling requirements than quantum computers.

Therefore, it is mainly used in places where heat dissipation and energy consumption are critical, and where size and computing power are not critical, such as missile guidance systems.

However, this is only a very basic biological computer. Its computing power is much stronger than Terra's manual and mechanical computers, and it is also stronger than some of the semiconductor computers based on synthetic jade that were dug out from the ruins.

Even with the cooling boxes from the leaf-type cold box providing cooling, the cabinet still occasionally makes a bubbling sound, like soup being simmered.

These small biological service stations are located in almost every sheep camp on the mountain ridge, linked to a large number of complex detection and monitoring devices. The data eventually converges on a large number of screens in front of her, turning into complex numbers and text.

"Hmm... why is the data curve showing this phenomenon?" Little Sheep kept glancing up at the real-time data on the big screen while holding his laptop, seemingly busy with something.

Even as a top student at Victoria Guard Academy, Bagpipe could only understand a few of the most prominent parameters among the dense array of changes: atmospheric Originium particles, Originium particle ratio, and sedimentation rate. The remaining field parameters were completely incomprehensible. However, she didn't care about such things.

"Miss Eyjafjalla, we've brought you some fruits, vegetables, and food. By the way, are you still busy?"

"Thank you, you've worked so hard." The little lamb thanked her politely. "However, it will take me a little while to finish here."

"This is Miss Bagpipes. I heard she's also from a big city and has come to visit you."

"Huh?" Little Sheep paused for a moment. "Are you a volcanologist too?" Because apart from volcanologists, no one in Terra would be a fool to go to a volcanic area that is obviously a high-incidence area of ​​Oripathy, and no one would be interested in Little Sheep's equipment.

"No, no, I graduated from the Guard Academy. I just heard you're from Lungmen and was wondering if you know Senior Chen? But..."

Fengdi felt that she probably didn't know Lao Chen. After all, the other party looked like a research scholar, a very professional one. She was not intelligent enough to get to know Lao Chen and have a pleasant conversation with him.

"Miss Eyjafjalla, what are you doing here? Is it some kind of watchtower?"

"No, no, this is..." Little Sheep didn't know how to explain to a farmer what he was doing, or what was behind it all. "I'm monitoring the number of Originium particles erupting from magma and volcanoes, and researching how to accelerate their settling and limit their spread, so as to prevent everyone's Oripathy from worsening rapidly." In the end, he could only explain it in this simple way.

"That's really impressive." Igor clearly didn't understand a word, but that didn't stop him from realizing that the other party was doing something serious.

Bagpipes, however, was somewhat interested in the enormous device behind her, as it looked like some kind of huge stone monument with numerous conductive lines made of red synthetic jade on its surface.