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In the post-apocalyptic world, mere survival had become a challenge, let alone the extravagant use of computers and elite personnel to develop games, which was a waste of resources. Thus, all these games were remnants from before the end.
The living room featured solid wood sofas, standing air conditioners, and several robotic vacuum cleaners diligently cleaning the space. The bedroom was quite simple. It contained just a bed and a bookshelf.
Ye Feihong glanced at the books on the shelf. They were mostly about how to improve as a Farm Owner, along with some philosophical texts. Titles like "How Steel Is Made" and "Lonely and Powerful Farmer" stood out among them.
This small room, though simple, exuded warmth. In a place like Heaven Gate, filled with ruins, having such a cozy little abode made Ye Feihong very satisfied.
Additionally, the two Containers had not gone to waste either. With a little modification, they transformed into two spacious rooms of over two hundred square meters each. A powerful Farmer would never lack for food.
Ye Feihong controlled the vines and carried several large barrels to the War Tree to collect some water. All plants could absorb vast amounts of underground water through their root systems and store it within their bodies. As a Farmer, he could command these plants to release some of that water when needed. The massive War Tree stood tall and strong in this endeavor.
The water source it provided was more than enough for Ye Feihong's needs. Not only could he drink from it, but even bathing was a trivial matter. He stored the water in the tank on the roof, ensuring that his room had a reliable supply.
Then, he took out the Pea Seeds and placed them in the Rice Cooker. After adding some water, he simply prepared a dish of Pea Rice. At this point, Ye Feihong had an abundance of Pea Seeds—six thousand of them. They could produce six thousand Pea Seeds in just one day, which meant no matter how much he ate, he would never run out.
However, the taste left much to be desired; it was far from enjoyable compared to Compressed Rations, primarily due to the lack of seasoning. As the current Farm Owner, Ye Feihong realized that his variety of plants was still too limited.
After consuming over a hundred Pea Seeds during lunch, his stamina and Mental Power were fully restored to their peak state. He opened his Communication Device and noticed that today’s Chat Room was particularly lively. Ye Feihong had successfully repelled this wave of Dark Matter attacks, granting all the Farmers in the rear a few days of safe development time.
In the early days of being a Farmer, time was of the essence. Each day, the number of plants in their hands could double. Eventually, they would reach a point similar to Ye Feihong. Due to insufficient Mental Power, the number of plants within the Farm Owner had already reached the physical control limit.
Only at that moment would all Farmers shift their focus to enhancing their own abilities. With a few extra days of safety, everyone was in high spirits. The conversation had shifted from how to develop the Farm Owner and establish defensive lines to how to improve their own livelihoods.
Wang Mazi said, "There are plenty of straw around me. I’ve built a simple bed with it, and sleeping on it is much more comfortable than on stones."
Zhang San chimed in, "I wove a net bed from vines and tried it out. It feels quite nice; I can even sway a bit while I sleep."
As they showcased their makeshift beds, Ye Feihong took out his Communication Device and snapped a photo of his luxurious redwood bed, complete with a Latex Mattress and Latex Pillow. He sent it to the chat group.
"I don’t have the skills to make a bed; this is a level-up support bed requested by the Forest Army."
Upon seeing the photo in the Chat Room, everyone fell silent.
Wang Mazi glanced at his straw bed. Although it was just a thin layer of straw over stones, it was still quite hard. Then he looked at Ye Feihong's lavish bed.
Zhang San examined his net bed made from thick vines; the mesh wasn’t very dense. In reality, sleeping on it wasn’t as comfortable as he had boasted in the group. Looking again at Ye Feihong's grand bed, Zhang San thought to himself that the joys and sorrows of people were indeed incomparable.
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