In this world engulfed by the "disaster of prosperity", plants grow wildly and everything becomes deformed.
There are spores called "madness" floating in the air, and humans' mood swings will turn into fertilizer.
The only currency is reason.
The only antidote is pure food.
When the survivors were killing each other over half a piece of moldy synthetic starch,
Lin An sat in the glass greenhouse with a constant temperature of 26 degrees, looking at the system panel in front of him and worrying:
"Today's tomatoes are sold out again. Should they be made into tomato brisket, or should they be exchanged for the city lord's power armor?"
Reader comments
It's okay, but how can I omit the following dialogue: "" This is uncomfortable to watch [laughing and crying]
Can! A very good post-apocalyptic farming article! ! !
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It's okay, but how can I omit the following dialogue: "" This is uncomfortable to watch [laughing and crying]
Can! A very good post-apocalyptic farming article! ! ! Many settings and backgrounds are new! Not bad rations!