There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

(;'??Д??`)

It's not that they don't want to leave!

I was practically about to cry!

Do you remember that you were a horse?

"It seems you get along very well with this pony. Would it be convenient to adopt it? I haven't seen it for so long, and it has someone who likes it so much."

No, no, no, I'm just good at reading emojis.

"Alright then, Manager Muqi, you can have Xiao Ma stay with me for now. It's just that my conditions here are rather basic, I don't know if I can take good care of it."

A sly smile appeared beneath Muqi's white beard.

"If you're willing to take care of it, that's fine. You can come to me if you have any questions about daily life."

I feel like I've been tricked.

But looking at this adorable little pony, its innocent expression and... meme-worthy facial expressions?

They shouldn't be too difficult to raise.

I reached out to take its reins, but it had already broken free from Muqi's grasp and leaped away.

Then he ran to my potato field, which I had just planted yesterday, and started biting the tender seedlings that had just sprouted from the soil.

The seeds I planted yesterday have already sprouted today? The colonial system is truly unreasonable!

No, my potatoes!

I shoved the pony aside and saw that it had already ravaged almost half of the seedling patch. It even had a look on its face that said, "This stuff looks delicious, I want to eat more."

(╯▽╰)！

You ate so much in such a short time! You can eat so much!

When I turned around again, the old man Muqi, who had boasted that he was too old to walk, had already disappeared from sight.

Character Status: Minor torso injury

Status effect: Pain +4%

Bleeding status: 0%

Not infected”

Chapter 18 Heading into the Mountains

The ranch has gained another mouth to feed.

And she has a big appetite.

I looked at the bag of forage seeds with the green logo in my hand and felt a lot of pressure.

Keep it up, Pasture-chan! The future of the ranch depends on you!

"Hopefully, the colony system will also have some good pasture varieties."

This time, my equipment wasn't as rudimentary as before; I took out all the equipment I had tricked into giving away to Sebala and Dick.

Pure iron hoe *1

Iron watering can *1

Iron sickle *1

Iron Hammer *1

Iron Axe *1

Zack's old fishing rod *1

This description does not mean that it can be seen in the system; it is simply for the sake of consistency in expression.

In reality, the distinction between systematic and non-systematic things is absolutely clear.

The items produced by the system are not only unique in style, incredibly practical, and rationally designed like a resurrected Newton, but they also have a prominent feature: you can see the attributes of the items.

The non-system items I own are completely unidentifiable products with no attributes or even a trademark—these are products made by Sebala.

Strangely, I am the medium through which non-system items evolve into system items.

Items produced by the colonist system through my hands are system items.

For example, architecture and furniture.

Items that I handle and use with the Colonizer System commands are system items.

For example, the crops that are sown.

Food cooked by me using non-system stoves and ingredients is also considered a system item.

For example, simple food preparation.

In other words, as long as I use the colonizer system to process or transform things to a certain extent, they will become system items with extraordinary uses.

To understand the specifics of how this process is determined, I need to go further and conduct tests using more methods and in more ways.

"Task Selection: Architectural Planning - Area Setting"

“Set up planting area: Create an area where colonists can grow a certain type of plant.”

Right where my eyes fell, a virtual module glowing red appeared, which looked to be about three meters square.

"Plant seeds can be sown in land with a range of 3*3".

"Please confirm the location shown in green for the plot,"

I took a look and slowly moved the red module to the land that had been cleared yesterday, avoiding a place that seemed to have poor soil, and set it up squarely in the center.

"Choose plant seeds: pasture grass."

"Plant description: A mixture of various nutrient-rich grasses produces a large quantity of hay for feeding animals. Hay is excellent fodder, but it is difficult for humans to swallow. Please do not attempt to cook hay lightly, and do not doubt the preceding statement lightly."

Basic attributes:

Light requirement: 51%

Lifespan: 56 days

Minimum growth temperature: 0.0 degrees Celsius

Maximum growth temperature: 58.0 degrees Celsius

Harvest time: 7 days

Fertilization sensitivity: 100%

Fertilization requirement: 70%

Nutritional content: 0.20"

"Horse, come here!"

I turned over Xiao Ma's still-blinking eyes and gave the order to this cunning fellow.

"This plot of land is for you to eat!"

I pointed to the potato field that was still growing vigorously.

"This piece of food is mine! Don't go any further!"

Little Horse gave a strange look.

|?ω?｀)

"Don't peek!"

(。﹏。)

"You absolutely cannot eat this!"

(?'?`?)

"Trying to be cute won't work!"

What's wrong with this horse? Its expressions are way too much! It doesn't seem introverted at all!

"I'm going for a walk in the mountains. You stay here and watch the house."

"Have fun by yourself, but stay away from that potato field."

The little horse happily shook its hooves and ran back into the piles of rocks and weeds, continuing to roll around and frolic on the ground.

I checked the time and it was only a little before nine in the morning. The cookies that Mr. Dart had kindly provided yesterday were enough to fill my stomach, so I decided to go up the mountain first.

…………

Long ago, behind the ranch, there was a path that led directly to the heart of Mount Mades.

Unfortunately, after years of neglect, it was covered by layers of withered grass. Only the sparse meadow along the road showed signs that someone had maintained it.

I gripped a sickle in one hand and tucked an axe into my waistband as I trudged through the wilderness.

They could only use the distant mountains as a guide to roughly determine their location, and they groped their way in, one step at a time.

Finally, after crossing a crystal-clear stream, I emerged from the desolate wilderness and stepped onto a path that had clearly been trodden out by long-term human footsteps.

One side of the road leads to the end of the town, to that dense woodland.

The other side winds its way up the foothills. The path is narrow but flat, and even the elderly can climb it easily.

I wielded my sickle, cutting the roadside weeds at fixed intervals as markers, and strolled through this little world in the mountains and forests.

The woods weren't dense, so walking became easier.

"That tree looks like it's bearing apples!"

I walked around the tree three times, but I still couldn't tell whether the half-ripe fruit was an apple or not, and in the end I didn't dare to take a bite.

After turning another corner, I saw a clump of lush bamboo growing by the roadside, swaying in the wind in front of me, like a shy young girl nodding to a guest who had come from afar.

"Is this a bamboo shoot? Is it edible?"

I then began to study the bamboo shoots emerging from the ground at the base of the bamboo, but ultimately came up empty-handed.