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

Chapter 131 Contains a Hungry Horse

By noon, the heavy rain finally subsided, turning into wisps of mist that shrouded the town in a state between tangible and intangible.

Even just a few steps away, I could see a layer of white steam rising. Upon closer inspection, I could also see countless tiny water droplets condensing in the air, creating a chaotic scene.

I walked to the riverbank, wanting to take advantage of the rainy day to check whether the riverbank had collapsed or eroded during the high water period.

But halfway there I saw a clump of reeds by the river, standing proudly on the bank.

"..."

Have I been too negligent? There weren't this many weeds just a couple of days ago. I didn't even notice this huge patch of reeds growing on my own ranch; it really shouldn't have happened…

"Select job command: Cut".

I brought up the system, ready to quickly harvest this patch of reeds and restore peace to the land. But instead, a drop-down option popped up in the system command window.

"To cut/harvest".

According to my research, the harvest command is for crops and can preserve the immature crop and plant body, cutting only the mature and edible parts.

Why are reeds considered edible?

Could it be that edible fruit has grown?

I approached the reed bed and searched among the tall, sword-shaped leaves for any possible fruit. As a result, I saw more other crops growing interspersed among the tall plants, including Junegrass, fine wheat, fescue, palm leaves, foxtail grass, alfalfa, clover, and clover—plants that I knew as pasture grasses!

"So this is the pasture grass I planted!"

My limited knowledge of botany almost cost me my life; I mistakenly cut down the pasture I had painstakingly grown, thinking it was a weed.

What I didn't expect was that the colonists had modified the pasture by adding several types of elephant grass!

Elephant grass, as the name suggests, is the grass that elephants eat, hence its name from the fact that elephants in tropical regions love to eat it. It is also known as purple foxtail grass, a perennial herb belonging to the genus *Pennisetum* of the Poaceae family.

Its main characteristic is its exceptional height, typically 2 to 3 meters tall, with some reaching over 5 meters. From a distance, it looks exactly like a large reed bed!

"Why did they put elephant grass in it...? Are they trying to make me run a zoo and raise elephants, or become an elephant in the zoo?!"

Okay, thinking about it calmly, elephant grass is actually a very useful crop, especially given its delicious taste and high yield. Elephant grass is crisp and sweet, with a crunchy texture and high crude protein content, making it a favorite among herbivores. Moreover, one acre of elephant grass can produce up to 25 tons of grass annually, enough to feed 5 cows, so raising elephants isn't out of the question if you cut back on costs.

"Select work command: Harvest hay."

"bass!"

With a dragon's roar, a silver scythe emerged from my right arm guard. My body bent into a starting position, slightly flexing, the muscles from my shoulder blades to my feet twisting into a straight line, gathering power.

"boom!"

With a heavy stomp of my right leg, a deep footprint remained in the mud. My figure had already shot forward, straight ahead, right hand parallel to the ground, rushing towards the pasture field.

The sickle transformed into a silvery-white lightning bolt, weaving a dense curtain of light with my swift, sweeping movements, constantly cutting through the pasture. Tall elephant grass stalks crumbled at the first strike, slowly falling to the side. Meanwhile, the sickle had already set its sights on the legumes on the ground, its previous ferocious charge replaced by a gentle breeze that swept across the ground, scooping up the soft bean leaves and bringing them into the harvesting range.

As the grass zigzags through the meadow, it is skillfully controlled to bend to one side in eight different directions, creating distinct divisions.

Using elephant grass as the main component, fescue and palm leaves as the stitching, and foxtail grass, alfalfa, and clover to fill the gaps, this pasture was bundled into eight equal portions. With the final bundling, I finally finished the harvest.

Item Name: Hay.

"Plant description: Nutrient-rich grass and shoots are harvested, compressed, and stored. It makes a good fodder, but it is difficult for humans to swallow."

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: 60%

Fertilization requirement: 70%

Nutritional content: 0.05"

Based on my initial assessment, the total amount of hay harvested is over 200 kilograms, which should be enough for the ranch animals to eat.

After all, there's only one pony grazing on my ranch right now.

I haven't seen Pony go out today; it seems it doesn't like rainy days either.

Harvesting hay looked easy, but the grass leaves were covered in rainwater, which turned into raindrops and fell off with the slightest shake, leaving me soaked.

The synthetic fiber clothing from Shining City won't get wet, but rainwater inevitably seeps in through openings like the collar and cuffs, making you feel extra cold.

"I'll go check on the stables and wait until I'm dry before heading out."

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Rainy days are not a good time to go out.

But looking at it from the other side, rainy days are a great opportunity for me to check on the ranch.

For example, this stable, which I built with zero knowledge of construction, has many problems.

Although the walls are made of common stone, making them solid, sturdy, and durable, and even the foundation is built in a rather unscientific way, the thatched roof has many holes.

Normally, the weather is fine and there's nothing wrong, but once it starts raining, a light drizzle begins to fall in the stables...

When I opened the stable door carrying a bundle of hay, the meme-worthy pony was shivering against the driest spot by the door, too afraid to move.

(?∧?)！

The ground was soaked through by rainwater, and the dry grass covering it was completely wet, with a squeaking sound that could be heard when walking on it. The numerous holes in the ceiling only exacerbated the already dire situation.

"I'm sorry, your house isn't very well built. I'll fix it for you right away."

Taking advantage of the rain, I was able to find the leaks in the roof, re-lay the thatch, and plug the leaks.

But the damp chill in the room hadn't subsided, so I sat down next to the pony, stroking its mane, and untied the hay from the ropes, feeding it handful by handful.

The little pony emoji was leaning there listlessly, except when I sat down it would instinctively bring its head closer, waiting for me to pet it; otherwise, it had no energy at all.

It wasn't until I stuffed a handful of elephant grass into its mouth that the pony's blank expression suddenly came to life:

(?'?`?)☆！

"Do you like it? Then eat more."

This time, I used a handful of alfalfa hay as a treat for the pony. After taking a bite, the pony immediately squinted its eyes, rolled on the ground, and continued to act cute, begging for more food.

...Don't you look quite energetic?

Maybe you just didn't want to go out because of the rain, and you were hungry because you hadn't eaten anything?

I tossed the damp hay aside, piled it into a haystack, and cleared a dry spot.

"You eat first, there's more over there if you're not full."

I always felt that this horse understood human speech and was just hiding here to freeload.

But what does it matter?

Chapter 132 Sino-US Co-productions in the Second Half of This Year

"Publi, good afternoon!"

Lady Lilia's chicken farm still exudes a peaceful atmosphere, with a light-colored fence surrounding an elegant villa, a testament to the care taken by those who built it.

Even from across the road, I could hear the crowing and flapping of roosters from the chicken farm, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Meanwhile, the pink-haired girl, with a pained expression, was feeding the chickens with a bag of feed. The chickens scurried about as she tossed and turned the feed, giving her a rather commanding air.

Unfortunately, one could sense a deep resentment in her desperate eyes.

"I really want to go to a big city... I don't want to stay on the chicken farm..."

I opened the gate to the chicken farm, walked over to her, took the bag of chicken feed, and asked, "What's wrong? Did your brother Rick bully you again?"

Poppy said angrily, "It's that jerk Rick! He made me come down to feed the chickens first thing in the morning! I could have gotten my mom's medicine too!"

I casually scattered a handful of chicken feed, and saw a whole bunch of creatures with bright feathers, full combs, and powerful talons flying towards me. During the short flight, I even felt like an eagle soaring through the sky.

From a distance, it doesn't look that scary at all!

But that's exactly what I'm after.

Speaking of insects, we must mention their natural enemies, birds. Raising chickens to control insects is an ancient practice. For example, when Sun Wukong couldn't defeat the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, a creature transformed from poisonous insects, he sought help from the mother of the Rabbit Sun Star Lord, the Bodhisattva Pilanpo. The natural enemies countered each other, and the attack was successful.

By the way, speaking of Journey to the West, the Sino-US co-production of Journey to the West will officially begin filming in the second half of this year. I will continue to play the Monkey King, Sun Wukong. I will strive to create a positive image through the artistic portrayal of the Monkey King, promoting both literature and art, and carrying forward Chinese culture. I hope everyone...

"Marcus, what are you saying? Why do I feel like I'm seeing someone else talking?"

Popli watched in surprise as I muttered to myself, reciting a line with practiced ease, as if I had rehearsed it countless times, creating a wondrous effect of one sword breaking through all laws!

"And why does it look like there's someone in red clothes and a white scarf standing behind you, saying something about blooming flowers to apologize?"

I looked surprised: "It's nothing... Only Stand users can see Stands! I didn't expect you to be one too?"

"What are you talking about?!" Poppy's anger was at its peak; I could practically see a semi-transparent figure appear behind her!

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"You mean, you want to buy chickens?" Poppy looked at me excitedly, her dress swaying involuntarily.

"Yes, I just happened to have some money, so I'm planning to expand the ranch business and raise a couple of chickens. Besides, the ranch is so big, having more animals would bring it more life." I honestly explained my intentions.

With my help, Poppy finished feeding the chickens ahead of schedule and happily picked up her hen named Coco, strolling around the field with me.

She looked very confident, patted her chest, and said to me, "My brother is busy today, so I'll take care of raising the chickens. Let me, the expert, introduce our products to you!"

Popli walked confidently in front of me with a professional expression, led me to the chicken coop, and said she would give me a detailed introduction to the breed.

"Excuse me, sir/madam, what are your needs for our products?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Are there any varieties that are easy to grow, grow quickly, and are not prone to disease?"

I don't have the time to take care of these little animals every day. If they were all like the little pony in the meme, able to take care of themselves, that would be great.

Poppy reached out and touched the bridge of her nose. Her non-existent eyes, along with her hugging Coco to her chest and using her as a memo pad, said, "Okay, I understand the customer's feedback. I'll recommend this one to you!"