While the United Government and all the biopharmaceutical companies were trying every means to find the whereabouts of Fengling, nobody could have imagined that this six-star candidate was sitting in a chair, contentedly admiring the fruits of her morning labor—a mountain of lumber before her, and in a deep pit nearby, there was a Guardian Spirit exposed from the waist up.
She already had the rudiments of a fishpond; the next steps were to fill it with water and sprinkle in the fish fry.
Song Lan, wearing a safety helmet, was holding a tablet with the Void farm's plan on it. Artificial intelligence had autonomously completed the construction and planning of the farm, and thanks to Lu Xiang's active operation, in a few days, a batch of seeds and livestock would be delivered here.
For people living in 2166, agriculture had become an unfamiliar skill.
