I Live on the Land in Global Games

40: Chapter 39: Farming at the Camp 40: Chapter 39: Farming at the Camp The night loosened its grip, but the dense rain showed no signs of stopping.

Inside Qingshan Camp, regardless of wealth, people did what they could to rent a tree house together.

If that wasn’t possible, they’d buy a tent from Oak Grocery, set it up under the tree house, on the barely rain-shielded ground, and somehow make it through the day.

On such rainy days, hardly anyone insisted on going out to hunt zombies, choosing instead to hide in their houses, hoping for the rain to pass quickly.

Except for Mu Ying, who unfailingly rose early for cultivation every day.

But today, people noticed that the figure, who often stood motionless in front of trees, was crouching in the rain, busy with something.

Nie Ying, driven by curiosity, went over to look and saw that Mu Ying had enclosed a neat square with dead branches and was loosening the soil with a hoe.

“What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled.

“Planting vegetables.

It seems like the rain is beneficial for the plants; the trees around the camp have thickened, and the vegetables should grow faster!”

Mu Ying brought all the leftover vegetable seeds from yesterday.

Anyway, she had planted a bit of everything in her plantation, and these extra seeds, which had no space there, could be planted around the camp to benefit from the rain too.

Nie Ying looked skeptically at the trees around her, “They do seem thicker.

Is it because of the rain?

But aren’t you afraid of giving away your hard work to others?”

“The intention is to share the harvest with everyone; it’s part of my professional cultivation and can help alleviate our food crisis.

Look, I’ve still got this big bag of seeds.

I got them from South Suburb not long ago.

If we plant them all and take good care, it will be enough for quite a few people.”

“Ah?

We can pick them too?” Nie Ying was visibly delighted and surprised.

“Yes, the trees have visibly thickened, and crops might grow even faster.

Maybe in just a few days we’ll have our first harvest of vegetables.”

Mu Ying’s tone was tentative, but she knew this was the truth since the vegetables in her garden were evidence of it.

Even if those vegetables had been half-grown before, the rain had played a significant role in their rapid maturation.

In this world, there was still someone as naive and kind as Mu Ying!

Nie Ying worried about her, concerned that her kindness would be taken for granted.

But she couldn’t let Mu Ying be taken advantage of!

“Wait a moment, I’ll go call Jingjing to help.

We shouldn’t take too much advantage either.”

Nie Ying said and, without waiting for Mu Ying’s response, ran off in big strides.

Mu Ying shook her head with a smile; it was nice to have others share in her kindness.

She wasn’t a saint sacrificing herself for others, but seeing others worry about food when she had plenty wasn’t a happy feeling for her either.

Moreover, she truly had the capacity to help—considerable capacity.

The crops in her garden were more than enough for her own consumption, and she couldn’t plant more in the plantation.

With these seeds, she could make good use of the rain.

And by planting these vegetables, she wasn’t without benefits; this was cultivation, which came with professional experience.

Once they grew, she could also harvest more mutant seeds.

A short while later, Nie Ying returned not only with Zheng Jing but also with seven or eight women and two children, one of whom Mu Ying recognized; it was Dong Xiaogang.

“What’s all this?” Mu Ying asked, dumbfounded as she looked at them.

Nie Ying scratched her head, slightly embarrassed, “When I went back to call Jingjing, they all heard and wanted to help too.

They’re all my teammates.”

“Sister Mu, I’m now the scout of our team, quite amazing!

I’ll help you dig!” Dong Xiaogang lifted the wooden stick he was holding.

“Great,” Mu Ying was genuinely pleased this time.

She quickly took out some seeds, used Druid Tricks to sprout them, and distributed them to the group.

Nie Ying’s team might consist only of women and children, but they were highly capable.

They quickly organized themselves and got to work.

The group hustled in the rain, full of chatter and laughter.

Their lively activity quickly attracted the attention of others.

People asked about it and joined in, the word spread, and soon most of the camp’s residents were helping out.

“Although Sister Mu is ranked first on the level leaderboard, she hadn’t even graduated from high school before the apocalypse, still a child.

How can these people in their twenties, thirties, or forties just watch her busy herself alone?”

“Besides, the vegetables are planted for everyone, how can they have the face to pick them if they don’t put in the effort?”

“I want to see who has such a thick face!”

A young auntie squatting on the ground said this as she busied herself, mumbling to the person next to her.

“Eh?

Look at those seedlings over there, haven’t they grown a bit taller just now?” The person beside her stared at the first few seedlings she had planted and said hesitantly.

Her words caught the attention of a lot of people.

“It seems like it!”

“This one too, I remember very clearly, it has sprouted two new leaves!”

“This rain can really promote plant growth!”

The unusual growth speed of the vegetable seedlings completely ignited everyone’s enthusiasm for planting—this was all food for the future!

Sister Mu even taught them to set up small nurseries on the platforms of their own tree houses and distributed some mutated vegetable seeds that were easy to fill the stomach, letting them plant their own.

Many hands make light work; planting these seedlings wasn’t much trouble.

In less than an hour, her stock was all gone.

In the corners of the tree house area, simple little vegetable patches fenced with sticks popped up, with inch-tall seedlings standing energetically “inside,” enjoying the baptism of rainwater.

“Don’t say that, with these vegetables, I feel much more at ease!”

“Isn’t that the truth!”

“This one, this one just shot up even more!”

“This looks like a peanut sapling, can we plant peanuts in this season?”

“Sister Mu is a Druid, you know.

Druids can sense the natural power, if she says it’s okay, then it definitely is.”

Gradually, as the seeds ran out, people were reluctant to leave, gathering around the small vegetable plots, watching these seedlings; every significant sign of growth attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Aside from Sister Mu, the only other Druid in the territory was Zheng Jing.

The two worked together to adjust the conditions of the recently planted seedlings.

Sister Mu would first use natural sense on each plant and then delve deeper, combing through the natural power within them.

Zheng Jing’s pace was much slower; it took her several tries just to check one plant, and since her sensing was coarser, she could only notice the obvious issues.

Sister Mu let her go first while she followed because if she combed through the plants first, Zheng Jing wouldn’t know where to start when it was her turn.

[You have completed a professional cultivation and gained 1 Professional Experience]

[You have completed a professional cultivation and gained 1 Professional Experience]

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Although Sister Mu didn’t do all the planting herself, she gained quite a lot, even more than she would from her own cultivation.

[Profession: Druid Level 3 (21/600)]

When Sister Mu returned to the Tree House, she took off her straw coat and bamboo hat, collapsed onto the carpet, and let out her tightly held expression with a “Ha ha!”

The sudden laughter startled Yuan Gungun, who paused with his mouth open.

What’s the Master going crazy about now?

Ah, I might as well eat my bread.

“Gungun, doing good deeds once in a while seems quite nice,” Sister Mu buried her face in Gungun’s fluffy fur and whispered.

After a moment, as if thinking of something else, she added, “But we need to do it in moderation, and be careful, I don’t want to be bitten back.”