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

"Mr. Marcus, why are our desks new?"

The little boy sat in his seat with great curiosity, turning his head to look at Mei, who was very far away.

Old Man Muqi's granddaughter was exceptionally well-behaved: "But this table is more comfortable than the old one!"

Of course, it's comfortable for the kids.

These are two makeshift wooden research tables that I temporarily built, paired with high-quality, comfortable dining chairs. They're not even in the same league as the desks and stools I used to cobble together.

"Teacher, what class are we having today?"

Mei raised her hand, curiously asking, "Does Brother Gray also have classes here?"

Gray covered his ears and quickly glanced at another line of the book, muttering to himself as if afraid the words would disappear from the page.

I shook my head and said, "Grey University is a distance learning university, which is different from the primary school undergraduate program you attend. Today we're having a botany class, where we'll teach you how to identify and plant common trees in an ecosystem."

Wow! This lesson sounds interesting!

"Of course, feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

After I finished speaking, I placed a crooked device that looked like a mutton demon bound hand and foot between two reinforced desks.

"This is today's 'teaching multimedia,' let's begin the lesson."

"Okay, Mr. Marcus. Now I will begin the 'Basic Tree Planting Course,' which mainly covers species such as the trumpet cypress, giant cactus, poplar, pine, maple, cypress, and teak..."

Wow! That's amazing!

When Yu and Mei heard the sound coming from the broken metal and that it could answer my question, they immediately clapped their little hands!

Yes, this is just a perfectly normal multimedia teaching device, nothing strange at all. Although our Yucai Martial Arts Primary School in Kuangshi Town is dilapidated, our teaching equipment is still on par with those in the city.

I'm a genius for discovering this ability of Sharon Whitestone, and I've found a knowledgeable all-rounder and encyclopedia teacher for my two children!

If the little ones can learn everything in its database, the two kids will be top students in a prodigy class, the kind who can mine Bitcoin with just a pen. After graduation, they'll have a bright future as human graphics cards—at least it's better than high-risk professions like becoming Liu Bei's boss, Lu Bu's adoptive father, a troll who argues with Zhuge Liang, or the naval commander of Eastern Wu.

With my adaptability, I'd be at a disadvantage compared to Guan Zhong and Yue Yi, but I'm at least on par with Taigong Wang... I've already prepared the straight hook, how do I get to the Wei River?

"Marcus, you guys really are here!"

A pleasant voice rang out, and with light footsteps, Lin had already walked to the warehouse entrance, holding an umbrella.

Seeing Lin rushing around with a basket in her hand, I quickly said, "What's wrong? Did you go mushroom picking? Remember not to pick any red mushrooms with white spots, those things will make you grow bigger if you eat them..."

Lin glanced at me and took out an astonishing amount of cheesecake and cookies, along with a large jug of pineapple juice, from a basket covered with waterproof parchment paper.

"These are some pastries I baked myself. I brought them over since you didn't come for breakfast."

You and Mei ran down from their reinforced desks and greeted Lin.

"Wow, you two are here too! Come and eat!"

Lin skillfully distributed the snacks, then said to me in a tactful tone, "Marcus, you'd better not come to the tavern for the next couple of days. I'll bring you anything you need. Dad seems really angry..."

I froze on the spot after taking a bite of the cake.

I was so careless! I stole the antenna and ended up losing my long-term meal ticket! Luckily, I have my little angel, Lin. It's such a blessing...

It's okay, just bear with it a little longer.

Once things are settled, Mr. Dart will be less angry; or perhaps he'll forget about it once things are over?

"Lin, did the jay come looking for you?"

I sent the little girl to stay at Karen's house last night, since the two of them always have so many secret things to talk about.

"I arrived early this morning, but after waiting for a while, I couldn't find you, so I went to the beach with Karen. It seems like she's never seen the sea before."

After saying that, Lin asked, somewhat puzzled, "We clearly took a boat all the way to Mineral Town, so how come we haven't seen the sea?"

Coincidentally, she really didn't come by boat. The appearance of the jay is plausible in every way except for the absurd parts, but if you think about it more carefully, you'll find that there's not a single logical point to it.

Even if it's outrageous, it's still more reasonable than my being airdropped down, right?

"Let's not talk about this, Lin."

I quickly changed the subject, "Did you talk to Poppy? What did she say?"

Lin said with a smile, "Of course Poppy is willing to participate! She was just complaining that Mom hasn't had time for her since Dad came back."

That's good. Now we have almost enough people. With a warm exterior and a scalpel-like approach, I'm sure this harvest festival will be unforgettable for everyone and will be "etched in the hearts" of the Federation.

Yu just brought news for her sister, saying that Ellie can participate, so now all the suitable people in town are ready to join...

Wait a minute, speaking of everyone, I have a feeling someone's been left out...

"Lin, can you help me think of something? Has anyone been left behind?" I asked, frowning as I pondered.

Lin counted on her fingers, helping me: "Ellie, Karen, Poppy, and me, we should all be here, right?"

I frowned, looked into her big eyes, and shook my head as I said, "I always feel like someone's been forgotten... It's like that feeling of going up from the third floor and suddenly being on the fifth floor, it feels both natural and strange..."

Lin adorably shook her head along with me.

[Research Project: Fundamentals of Microelectronics]

Current research progress: 121/1500

My gaze swept across the area, and a dotted outline, characteristic of the colonizer system, appeared. My eyes finally settled on the thick microelectronics book in Gray's hand.

"Did we... forget to invite Mary from the library?" I asked tentatively.

Lin still had that silly expression on her face, tilting her head.

"Who is Mary...?"

Chapter 670 The Seven Deadly Sins and the Mobilization Meeting

I walk through the darkness, judging the sinners who have survived to this world, pleading for the mercy of God's radiant light, so that they may realize where they fall short of God.

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First, there was Dick, who committed the sin of arrogance.

"Cliff, where did Boss Dick go?"

I grabbed a young man who was busy working in the vineyard and quickly asked him.

Cliff, who has found a job and a place to stay, has recently gotten a tan and looks much happier.

He was carefully examining every wormhole and spot on the grapevines when he heard me speak. He then spread his hands and said, "It seems the boss had a fight with Mrs. Mana yesterday and is sleeping in the wine cellar again."

"Okay, thanks. There's a big event at Rose Square in a few days, remember to come."

I said goodbye to Cliff, then pushed open the heavy door of the wine cellar, descended the steps, and entered the dimly lit, enclosed space.

The air here is already filled with the slightly tart aroma of grapes, and the scent of wine wafts through the air, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, stimulating the sense of smell. At its strongest, even the eyes, which have no sense of taste, are slightly intoxicated.

I thought Mr. Dick was still fast asleep inside, but I found the plantation owner, with slightly graying temples, diligently hoisting the barrel under a few lit candles, completely unaware of my approach.

"Dart said you don't want to participate in the event?"

I began, "Could you give me a few minutes to introduce our great God Cthulhu... cough cough, the grand festival of harvest?"

When I explained my purpose and formally invited Mr. Dick to the grand ceremony a few days later, his reaction was quite intriguing.

"Harvest Festival..."

Mr. Dick patted the wood shavings off his hands, put his hands on his hips, and straightened his leather overcoat, striking a pose as reserved as a knight listening to a farmer report on his territory.

"That's a country bumpkin's festival. If it were an invitation for me to inspect and visit, I could accept it. But if they want me to bring wine and hawk it to attract customers, I think I'd rather forget about it. You know, even the city folks who came this time raved about my wine..."

A "well" shape appeared on my forehead.

This guy's gotten a bit cocky. I wonder who was it that had a family that made wine, yet still ended up with a huge debt to the distributors' tavern.

The arrival of the special operations force helped him sell off all the remaining wine in stock, resulting in a very good financial situation for the entire winery. This also filled his pockets, which is why he dared to act so arrogantly...

"Mr. Dick, you're mistaken. Besides buying and selling goods, the most important aspect of the harvest festival I'm organizing is exchanging everyone's produce to create a brand effect. Are you sure you don't want to participate in such a grand commercial event?"

I smiled and said, "Although the clients we've brought in this time aren't exactly high-class, their business connections can reach all corners of the world. Do you want to forever keep brewing unknown, watered-down wine in the countryside, or do you want this place to become a famous winery renowned far and wide?"

Mr. Dick remained arrogant for less than a minute before immediately deflated.

"Hmph, it's all that bastard Dart's fault, always diluting the drinks with water... my reputation..."

Nonsense, if Lady Mana let this guy sell wine, he would not only steal and drink all the wine, but he would also not make any money.

I think it's more reliable to entrust the wine distribution rights to the reputable owner of Dart. The watered-down wine is usually just a scam targeting Sebala.

Moreover, one's perspective isn't something that can be faked. You only wear the size of your pants if you have the capacity. No one would believe even the most famous doctor if he said something ridiculous.

You have Hua Tuo say to Guan Yu, the master of head-splitting, "Oh dear, my lord, you have misunderstood me. I have treated arm injuries hundreds of times, and there has never been a case where the arm still aches after the head has been cut off. This shows that the root of the arm injury lies in the head."

I refuse to believe that anyone would obediently stick their head out.

I patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "Boss, just think of it as taking the wine to make friends. Let Cliff handle the business. Once you've made a name for yourself, maybe even the girls in town will have heard of you. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Hearing this, the proud Mr. Dick became slightly smug. Confident in his own product, he finally spoke slowly, "Alright then, I'll go to the harvest festival and let everyone know how wonderful my rare brew is!"

I nodded in satisfaction.

I'll definitely warn the caravan's drunkards to take it easy and not make Boss Dick faint from anger.

I am a kind-hearted person, so I cannot tolerate this.

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Secondly, there is Jeff, who committed the sin of greed.

As I pushed open the door of the grocery store, I saw a jay standing in the lobby, staring blankly with a piece of chocolate in its beak.

"Marcus!"

Upon seeing me, the jay jumped off the chair, broke off a piece of chocolate that it was half-eaten, and handed it to me with a hint of reluctance. "This! Have a taste, it's very sweet!"

I patted her head. "Sweetie, you can keep it yourself. Be careful not to get cavities if you eat too much. Where did Karen go?"

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, and in the distance, I saw a room ablaze with flames, billowing smoke, and bursts of fireworks—a scene as chaotic as the penalty area for the Chinese team in the second half of a football match. The sound was so eerily familiar, yet so liberating and democratic, that I instinctively crouched down and gave a French military salute.

"...What's going on? What is Karen doing in there?"

If this spectacle is to be called special effects, it's too realistic; if it's to be called a gunfight, it's too dazzling. Perhaps only a live-fire demonstration in the African region can compare to it.

Jay calmly replied, "Karen is there. She said she'll cook me lunch."