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

What? I managed to fool Jeff too?

Oh, that's okay.

“Old Sebala, don’t be angry. After all, not everyone is like me, a moral vanguard, an advanced role model, who occasionally acts as a partner of justice, responsible for upholding the Han Dynasty and acting on behalf of Heaven.” I looked at him sincerely, my body shining with the light of justice.

Mr. Dart probably couldn't stand my boasting and selfishness, so he slammed the lunch down on the table in front of me and went back to the kitchen with a look of utter disapproval.

"Boss, don't be angry with me, I was just joking..." Before I could finish the joke, I discovered that this year's lunch included a chicken leg in addition to the cream-braised vegetables!

"..."

I never expected you to be this kind of person, boss!

That's truly heartening...

(''??')

After a morning of forging iron, climbing mountains, and outwitting unscrupulous merchants, I was starving. I devoured my food in a flash, then, still burping, went to discuss business with Boss Dart.

"Boss, have you heard about the insect infestation in the next town?" I asked Boss Dart about the important matter that was on my mind, wanting to hear the life experience of this true elder.

Sebala next to me is one thing, but his drunken ramblings are enough to knock people out.

Just then, a man suddenly appeared, sat down abruptly, and shouted at the bar, "Boss, bring me drinks!"

"Mr. Dick, is everything alright at the winery again?" I asked him awkwardly, seriously suspecting he'd come here just because of the smell of wine...

"I came here following the smell of alcohol!" Boss Dick said cheerfully.

go back!

Your house is the real winery!

The smell of alcohol is the strongest in your house!

After enjoying a drink, the second drunkard revealed his usual mischievous and arrogant attitude, saying, "You probably don't know, but the town next door is having a bug infestation, do you?"

Unfortunately, everyone in the tavern except for the drunk Sebala already knew.

Mr. Dick said with displeasure, "We just planted a new batch of varieties in the vineyard, and this pest has come at a really bad time. The rainy season is almost over, and if these vines are damaged, I'll only be able to drink Jeff's expensive wine in the fall!"

Hold on! You mean you're saying the wine you make in the fall is just for your own consumption? Is that the attitude a winery owner should have?

Boss Jeff ignored his strange remarks, carefully wiped a wine glass clean, and hung it upside down on the shelf in the wine cabinet.

“Zack mentioned this yesterday, but there’s not much we can do right now. Once the infestation spreads, it won’t leave until it destroys all living things in the area. And Mineral Town is on the same island, so there’s no space for isolation or protection.”

Mr. Dick looked at us smugly: "Actually, I already have a plan. Do you want to know it?"

Sebala, whose drunkenness had been flaring up, calmed down and asked with displeasure, "Your idea isn't to abandon your family and business and seek refuge elsewhere, is it?"

Dick seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, his energy vanished, and he argued, "During the flood that year, I just happened to be on the ship delivering goods, I didn't intentionally run away!"

Even Boss Dart couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out, "Your wife Mana already told others that you called a merchant ship to pick you up overnight, saying that you didn't care how much it cost."

I never knew Mr. Dick had such a dark past. The so-called flood must have been the mountain disaster Gotz encountered, right? A man can retreat, but he can't run away. No wonder old Sebala always looked down on Mr. Dick.

"Uh... never mind, never mind, what's the point of talking about what happened back then?" Boss Dick took a swig of his own wine, waving his hands as if trying to erase all that dark history.

After being dealt such a blow, he finally stopped keeping him in suspense and gave the answer directly.

"It's an expert! An expert!" he said angrily. "I've hired a well-known pest expert from the Federation, and he'll be on the island in a few days to help us defend against the pests! I've done so much for everyone, and you still don't trust me!"

"Experts?" Our eyes lit up when we heard that term.

Admittedly, it was only a matter of time before the pest infestation spread to Mineral Town, and it seemed irreversible. However, just because it happened doesn't mean it's hopeless! If there were an expert who could minimize the threat of the pest, then even if it occurred, it would be no different from a healthy person catching a cold—a runny nose is nothing to worry about!

"Wow, Dick, you've really done a great job this time!" Sebala, being an emotional person, immediately led the applause, praising Dick as a great hero.

Mr. Dick's expression softened, and he said proudly, "I also paid a lot of money to hire him, more than the cost of the boat... Bah, let's start over! I paid a lot of money, so let's see how the expert performs!"

"By the way, Marcus, were you going to bring this up too?" Boss Dart asked about my thoughts.

"It's alright, I'm relieved to hear Mr. Dick say that." I felt a little more at ease.

I didn't expect Mr. Dick to have made preparations in advance. Does that mean everyone else in town has made preparations as well? Well then, I'll tentatively put Plane B on my list.

Chapter 130 The Savagery of Life

In my mind, my plan to expand potato cultivation is also very necessary.

With the entire island suffering from the disaster and the Twin Towns experiencing a significant reduction or even halt in grain production, my potatoes can not only serve as a guarantee for stabilizing food prices after the disaster, but also as emergency reserve supplies in the event of a failure in disaster relief efforts.

Faced with such unpredictable difficulties, we can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

At this point, I have a slight worry. Prices on the Navigator Alliance's trade routes will definitely rise, and the potatoes I've brought out might impact their interests. I'm not sure if Zack is a user of the "Face Fruit" (a power that allows him to use his influence to smooth things over).

If we can't resolve this, we can only hope that he transforms into a near-shore king, serving as a means of strategic threat.

Otherwise, I'll threaten the Navigator's Alliance with him. I wonder if that will work? If they don't lower the price, I'll tear up the ticket?

Lost in thought, I had already walked the stone path in front of me and entered the muddy path where the pasture was located.

A chilly wind blew from the pasture, carrying a fine drizzle that stung my exposed face.

"The temperature is so low today, the plants I planted yesterday should be alright, right?"

I'm a little worried that the late spring frost will kill the crops, and then we'll have no harvest this season. Being a rancher means having to worry about this and that every day; it's really not an easy job, especially since I do everything myself.

Where can we find some able-bodied men to use?

I took an umbrella and went to the edge of the radish field to check on the growth of the crops.

The yellowing leaves and root rot that I was worried about did not occur. This super radish, which can grow in three days, demonstrates a powerful vitality that matches its ultra-fast growth.

The outermost few large leaves have already taken shape, neatly laid out on the ground, ensuring the ground temperature for the plant roots. The emerald green color against the dark soil makes the pasture land appear exceptionally vibrant with the life of spring.

"It's true that a ranch needs to grow more crops; it looks much better that way," I remarked, lifting a radish leaf to check for insect damage.

The rain soaked the ground, forming a small river that spread in all directions, leaving traces of rain on the soft soil. These streams should have grown larger and eventually merged into a single river that flowed around the pasture.

But what I saw was that the water around us did not flow on the surface. As long as you got close to the area where the radishes were growing, there would be many pores in the ground that would channel the water into the ground.

I dug into the crevices and saw a radish's milky-white root, lurking in its burrow, like a beast greedily eyeing its prey, silent and patient. The water seeped in through the cracks, slowly absorbed along the root, perhaps lured downwards, eventually reaching the swollen, pale, fleshy root beneath the earth…

Looking at the radish leaves on the ground now, they seem like creatures resting peacefully after a hearty meal, their bodies trembling gently in the breeze, and then another tender leaf blooms and grows quietly.

That's so weird!

This super plant is so weird!

Under rapid growth, originally harmless plants give the impression of natural selection or even predation, appearing exceptionally savage. Looking at them for too long often gives one the illusion of a gradual loss of reason.

I walked to the other side and saw that the row of strawberry fields had also sprouted seedlings, groping for the sun in the cold rain. Although their leaves were not yet robust, I could guess that the root system beneath the strawberry fields had already intertwined into a vast network of roads, rapidly extracting nutrients from the soil and transporting them to the central organs of each plant.

These plants are suited to temperatures between 0 and 58 degrees Celsius, and as I just witnessed, the slight chill in the air today has no impact on their growth.

As expected of a system product, it's bound to be of high quality. Below zero degrees Celsius, water freezes, making it impossible for plants to grow normally. And in temperatures above 58 degrees Celsius, ground moisture evaporates, the soil cracks, and people indoors risk heatstroke and death, making it impossible to go out and farm.

Therefore, this suitable temperature covers the environment for the growth of the vast majority of plants, overcoming countless obstacles in nature.

I focused my attention on the corner of my field of vision, staring at the gear-shaped icon, when a cheerful voice immediately rang out.

Welcome to Tynan Sylvester's Colony Simulator!

"Task Selection: Architectural Planning - Area Setting"

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

Now that I've confirmed the plants aren't affected, I'm going to start planting potatoes! The sooner I plant them, the earlier I can harvest them, and stockpiling potatoes—this high-yield, durable, and high-quality grain—is my top priority right now.

I set up a row of sowing areas on the line where the large and small frames of the "吕"-shaped plot of land meet, intending to use the gift originally reserved for Mr. Dart as seeds for block cultivation.

"Plant seeds can be sown in land with a range of 25*25".

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

I took a look and found that potato growth is almost unaffected by soil fertility, and the yield is not affected by soil fertility. Therefore, I set up a long strip area 15 meters long and 5 meters wide along that line and set up the planting cursor.

Choose plant seed: potato.

"Plant description: A simple yet nutrient-rich tuberous plant. It grows well even in relatively poor soil and can be harvested in a short time. It is a powerful and versatile crop that was created for the colonies."

Basic attributes:

Light requirement: 51%

Lifespan: 64 days

Minimum growth temperature: 0.0 degrees Celsius

Maximum growth temperature: 58.0 degrees Celsius

Harvest time: 5.8 days

Fertilization sensitivity: 100%

Fertilization requirement: 70%

Nutritional content: 0.20"

"Work task selection: Sowing area".

"The current land area is larger than the standard area. Should we use the power storage mode?"

Do you think I'd fall for that again?

One more time to plant seeds in charge mode, and I'll upgrade from the Dark Flame Master to Shishio Makoto!

"Not used."

The moment the order was given, I rushed into the house, moved the boxes of potatoes outside, and began a new round of planting.

With a flash of light, a row of blades popped out from the first-dimensional arm guard, instantly slicing the potato in his hand into small pieces with skin and flesh intact, for planting.

How wonderful it would be if I could use such swordsmanship in battle!

What kind of skill is it to use it to peel potatoes!

The proper procedure for cutting potatoes into small pieces is to let them rest at room temperature for three days to allow the wounds to heal. This is mainly to prevent the potatoes from rotting underground until they sprout and are then used for planting.

However, the colonist system clearly omits this process.

Fifteen minutes later, a neat potato field appeared on the pasture. The 25-kilogram potatoes were now integrated into the 75-square-meter planting area, buried underground and growing slowly.

This field, expected to produce more than a ton of potatoes, was thus completed.