Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

Of course, Kim Haru wanted to go. Not only would he go, but he also needed to find a container to take with him.

"Call your zombie back. We'll walk over and get familiar with the route," Kim Haru said, tossing Go Okrim a backpack to carry.

The backpack was something Kim Haru had asked someone to weave in the past few days. Ever since he learned about the mission hall in the ability user center, he had indeed discovered some talented individuals.

The mission hall wasn't just a place for employers to post tasks; it was also where many people needing to complete tasks shared their basic information and skills. The weaving skill was something Kim Haru had seen there.

An old lady and a middle-aged woman were there; the old lady was particularly skilled at crafting bamboo products, making beautiful backpacks. The woman had good skills with soft threads; her technique was detailed in the skill descriptions, and Kim Haru thought that since she could weave yarn, perhaps she could also weave bamboo. He decided to give it a try, but it turned out the woman couldn't weave bamboo; however, the old lady could.

Unfortunately, the old lady had been worn down by the demands of the system, so she worked slowly; it took over a day to weave one backpack. Thankfully, Kim Haru wasn't in a hurry. He brought all the bamboo strips he had cut to their homes, allowing them to weave as many as they could at a price of ten crystal cores each.

The two backpacks in Kim Haru's and Go Okrim's hands were the only two he had managed to obtain.

What Kim Haru didn't know was that when he first found the old lady weaving backpacks, she had already contemplated giving up on life, thinking that she could end it all after one more night. She didn't want to burden her daughter. Without her, her daughter could manage to survive with just about any job; having her, a mere old woman who could only eat, would make life exceedingly difficult.

After her death, the middle-aged woman would likely lose her will to survive as well.

At that moment, Kim Haru had come along.

From that day forward, the two women firmly regarded Kim Haru as their lifesaver. They not only intended to honor him but would also pass on their gratitude to their descendants.

But that was a story for another time.

At this moment, Kim Haru was following Go Okrim toward the orange tree.

As Go Okrim had said, the orange tree was indeed a bit far away, and the direction was different from the mutated iron tree forest and bamboo grove traps Kim Haru had visited before.

"Why did you come all the way out here?"

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Kim Haru felt increasingly helpless toward the person beside him. Spending time with Go Okrim had made him realize that he simply couldn't sit still; he was always teasing the two zombie-bots or playing with Little Nugget and Sir Peckington. Even Little Snort in the pigpen had been coaxed by Go Okrim, and he never seemed to tire of it.

Kim Haru had previously wondered if Go Okrim was unsuitable for this quiet life on the farm and if it would be better to send him back to a safe zone.

However, just as he tentatively voiced this thought, he was startled back by Go Okrim's expression, which was on the verge of tears.

It was as if the moment he uttered those words, he would immediately be met with a sobbing employee.

Seeing that Go Okrim really didn't want to leave the farm, Kim Haru decided not to think about it anymore.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the orange tree.

Kim Haru was surprised by the scene before him. He had thought it was already great to find one orange tree, but unexpectedly, it was a whole grove of orange trees!

"Let's pick the biggest ones," Kim Haru instructed Go Okrim, and they both began searching for a tree to pick the oranges they found appealing.

The orange trees here were laden with heavy fruit, and even the lower branches were full of bright yellow, large oranges. The branches drooped under the weight, so Kim Haru only had to stretch out his hand to reach them; there was no need to climb the trees or find any tools.

As Kim Haru picked oranges, he also ate some. The orange skin was exceptionally thin; he used his fingernail to score a shallow line in the indentation, gently splitting it apart. Each segment was a bite-sized treat, bursting with juice and not a hint of sourness.

By the time he had filled more than half of his backpack, Kim Haru was already full from eating oranges.

Go Okrim was more efficient than Kim Haru. In just a short while, he had already filled his own backpack and was heading over to Kim Haru.

"Kim Haru-hyung, it's full."

Kim Haru glanced at their backpacks and then at the heavy oranges still hanging on the branches, feeling a sense of reluctance.

"We've picked too many, but the oranges are ripe. If we don't pick them soon, they'll over-ripen and spoil."@@novelbin@@

Besides, birds would come to eat them, pecking the good oranges until they were a mess.

Kim Haru couldn't bear to let such good oranges go to waste like that.

"Let's pick a few more to sell," Kim Haru decided. "I want to include this area in the farm boundaries; this will be the orchard of the farm from now on."

He thought that although it felt a bit wrong to sell something he hadn't grown himself, as long as he used the money from the sales to take care of these orange trees, it wouldn't be a problem!

Making fertilizer, improving the road from the farm to the orange grove, trimming the branches of the trees, and protecting the grove from pests—all of these would require crystal cores.