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

But there is never no hope.

As the last glimmer of light disappeared, I nimbly lay down in the hibernation pod, and as I had done countless times before, covered myself with the built-in insulating padding, ready to drift off to sleep.

I could feel a gust of evening wind rushing down from Mount Mads, quickly brushing past every leaf in the pasture, before disappearing into the distance of the plains.

The entire ranch returned to its usual silence, awaiting the dawn.

Chapter 11 How to Grow Crops Without Golden Fertilizer

The next morning, I climbed out of the hibernation pod feeling refreshed.

It's not that I have any good habit of waking up early, but rather that the memories that have been bothering me for a long time, which seem to be from a past life, have recently become more and more intense in my dreams.

One moment it's a middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey-like features, who's speaking in a serious tone about the Sino-US co-production that will be released in the second half of this year...

One moment it's a haughty woman, banging on the door and yelling, "You dare steal my man? Open the door if you dare!"

A moment later, three identical-looking men appeared, swaying their bodies seductively, accompanied by music singing "This is your excuse for breaking up..."

Why do I have such toxic memories from my past life?!

After a grumble, I sat up in bed and found that my energy had actually recovered quite well. I don't know if it was because of the system, psychological factors, or the novelty of being in a new environment.

Under the bright sunshine, I opened the dilapidated wooden door and stepped outside the pasture.

But to my surprise, I bumped into a middle-aged man after only a few steps.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Mr. Dart, it's you!"

I looked closely and saw a middle-aged man with a serious face, his hair neatly combed back, and a small mustache.

Isn't that the hotel owner?

Mr. Dart rubbed the sore spot and handed over a brown paper bag.

"I'm bringing you breakfast. I thought young people wouldn't get up so quickly."

This uncle is really cold on the outside but warm on the inside!

I sighed inwardly as I accepted the gift from the boss. When I opened it, I found a bag of cookies, baked to a crisp and sweet perfection, still steaming hot, probably delivered shortly after they came out of the oven.

"Please have a seat, boss. I don't have much to offer you. How about... I put together a chair for you and bring it over?"

I looked around and realized that my place was indeed bare, with only the common stone I cut yesterday being a relatively rare item.

The shop owner didn't respond to my polite remark. He looked at the "simple" furnishings in my room and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

"I was a bit harsh yesterday, and after thinking about it all night, I've decided to apologize. Actually, the food you cooked wasn't as bad as I described, except that it didn't meet the standards of gourmet cuisine..."

I stopped the boss from continuing the conversation, realizing he was referring to his comments about the simple food and dried meat patties from yesterday. I suspected he had seriously offended his pride as a chef, which was why he stopped making those comments.

To be fair, his evaluation is completely consistent with the food's description.

However, it probably caused him psychological distress to tell the truth.

I smiled and said.

"Boss, you're absolutely right. The food I ate was just to fill my stomach; it's not for the same purpose as the food you make."

Mr. Dart wasn't a particularly eloquent person to begin with. Knowing that I understood what he meant, he didn't say anything more and sat down on the stone bench next to him.

Are you going to plant seeds today?

I'm holding two bags of seeds, ready to find a plot of land to start the first round of planting on the ranch.

"Yes, the mayor delivered the potato and pasture seeds yesterday."

"Then you go ahead with your work, I'll just watch for a bit and then leave."

I burst out laughing inside, but on the surface I didn't show any change.

I just managed to straighten out my worldview yesterday, and today I'm here to accept the challenge? Well then, I won't hold back!

I focused my attention on the system interface, and a semi-transparent function menu slowly appeared before my eyes.

"Task Selection: Architectural Planning - Area Setting"

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

After some investigation, I've determined that the reason why planting didn't work yesterday was because this feature wasn't enabled, which prevented me from creating a planting area.

Right where my eyes fell, a virtual module glowing red appeared, which looked to be about five 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 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"

After selecting the task, my body involuntarily started running again, and the speed was beyond my imagination.

Normal potato cultivation uses the tuber planting method, which involves cutting a whole potato into pieces of a specific size, cultivating them until they sprout, and then transplanting them into the soil.

After processes such as fertilization, pest control, and topping, the leaves can be harvested once they turn yellow.

What I have in my hand is a bag of potato seeds.

I strongly suspect that Mayor Thomas is also an amateur, and was fooled by the grocery store owner with a bag of irrelevant seeds.

Fortunately, I have the colony system, which directly turns potato seeds into a special crop for the colony system; otherwise, I don't know when I would have been able to grow anything.

The normal potato harvest period is eighty days, which is enough time for me to starve to death more than twenty times.

The speculation that the system would modify the items I handled started when I made those simple food items.

A single serving of potatoes was made to resemble a tasteless synthetic food, which inevitably raises suspicions.

When it came to cutting common stone, I became even more convinced of this guess.

I had sandstone, granite, and slate in my hands, but when I gently tapped them, the cracks were all the same grayish-white color, and I couldn't find any impurities or sediment inside.

Slate is a dark-colored metamorphic rock, and its fine stratification is a characteristic of slate cleavage.

Granite is a very hard igneous rock.

Sandstone is formed by the deposition of ancient plant or shell materials.

The knowledge I gained in the dazzling city became completely useless. The general-purpose stone I produced turned into a completely unfamiliar material, exuding a uniform grayish-white color.

Therefore, I believe the system will be no exception this time.

Sure enough, I walked around there twice, and at fixed intervals, I used my hand to rake through the soil, casually took a handful of seeds from the bag, and scattered them in. Then I went to another spot and did the same thing. Before turning around each time, I would stir the ground with my foot to make sure that each hole was covered with a thin layer of soil.

This process was not unusual, even excessively simple, but in Dart's eyes, it was not my style.

He was sitting there watching the planting, thinking to himself that he might have to change the drinks on the menu today.

The supply of bourbon, which was already selling poorly, had run out. If he didn't want to become a salesman for Dirk Winery, he would have to find a way to get a new supply of wine.

If all else fails, asking Zach to purchase it is an option, but that would increase the cost.

But besides Zach, only Hoan could do it. The imported wine might cost him the equivalent of importing an elephant…

Suddenly, Mr. Dart felt a gust of wind blow in front of him.

But upon closer inspection, it wasn't the wind, it was a person.

The young man named Marcus moved with lightning speed, waving his hands across the entire piece of land.

Each time he waved his hand, a small pit would appear on the ground, filled with some soil. Then, his figure would have moved to another location, and with another flash of his hand, he would create a new pit.

At first glance, it seems like this person is acting recklessly, perhaps without any method or strategy.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the number of pits, the distance between them, the thickness of the soil cover, and the location of footprints on the ground in each plot are all neatly arranged, as if copied and pasted!

Planting speed: The speed at which plants are planted and harvested.

Base value: 100% (the limit for standard humans)

Related Trait: Child of Nature +70%

Other attributes: Global work speed * 109% (minor hunger penalty 1%)

Skill: Planting 10 * 123%

Operational capability: *100%

Visual ability: *100%

Final value: 227%

My seeding speed is more than twice the human limit. Marcus stands tall on the earth, tremble, humankind!

I don't think I heard what was said in Chapter 12.

The whirlwind that sped across the ranch quickly subsided.

After all, the venue is only so big, and there's not much work to be done at double speed.

A neat row of potato fields appeared prominently on the open space of the pasture, as if it had always been there, naturally accepting visitors' attention.

I looked up, wiped away non-existent sweat, and said to the dumbfounded Mr. Dart.