Three days!
In just three days! Two square, simple-lined, smooth-walled, airtight, and bright-looking silver-gray "iron houses" have stood up like a miracle on the barren land by the river!
Against the backdrop of dilapidated ruins and withered weeds, it stands out from the crowd, yet it exudes a timeless sense of power!
"Oh my god...we...we live here?"
"This house... is even brighter than the mansions of city lords!"
"The fairy maiden's magical power is boundless!"
The crowd surrounded the two cold metal houses, so excited they were incoherent and wanted to kneel down in worship.
"Men will sleep on the left, women on the right," Jiang Chan interrupted their excitement, her voice calm. "Assign your own beds. Clean up."
She led Xiao Tao into the house that belonged to her and several other women.
The room was spacious, with smooth walls, a sturdy roof, and windows that let in light. It was a million times better than the previous dilapidated shack and ruins!
As if waking from a dream, the crowd, filled with ecstasy and awe, cautiously surged into their own "celestial abode."
Touching the smooth, cool walls and looking at the bright windows, they were all moved to tears.
When Chen Yan walked into the room that belonged to the men, he touched the cold metal wall, his eyes filled with shock and an indescribable complex emotion.
New home, completed.
With a house to shelter them from the wind and rain, the drought-resistant seeds sown on the two acres of reclaimed wasteland are ready to sprout...
Jiang Chan connected a large inlet and outlet pipe to the river, leading the water to a simple water storage tank behind the house. With the water purifier turned on, a steady stream of clean water flowed out every day.
With food readily available and the water problem largely solved, Jiang Chan should have been able to wait patiently for the seeds to sprout, but she grew increasingly anxious.
She goes to the field several times a day, staring intently at the two acres of barren land, her eyes practically bulging with desire.
"Why is there still no movement..."
"Are these drought-resistant seeds... any good at all?"
"The instructions say to bury the plants shallowly after a late autumn rain... But this awful weather, not a single drop of rain has fallen! We're relying entirely on manual watering... Will the effectiveness be compromised?"
"What if... what if it doesn't grow? So many people are waiting to eat..."
The sense of urgency and insecurity about the future that she had developed over the years of the apocalypse made it impossible for her to enjoy this brief period of "peace".
Accustomed to the immediate and generous material rewards brought by system tasks, this "farming" mode, which requires a long wait and has an unknown outcome, made her restless.
She yearns for the next mission! She longs to immediately obtain the "divine object" that can solve all her problems!
That afternoon, Jiang Chan squatted by the edge of the field again, frowning at the still land.
Chen Yan walked over to check the condition of the irrigation canal.
"Chen Yan," Jiang Chan suddenly spoke, asking abruptly, "Do you think there are any seeds that can grow exceptionally fast?"
Chen Yan was taken aback, puzzled. "Grows fast? Don't crops grow according to the seasons? Even if it grows fast... it still takes several months, right?"
"A few months is too slow!" Jiang Chan grabbed a handful of soil in frustration. "Is there any kind that... can sprout in a few days and bear fruit in ten days? Or... has a particularly high yield? Like one seed that can produce several kilograms of fruit?"
Chen Yan: "..."
He looked into Jiang Chan's earnest yet expectant eyes, as if she were asking a basic question. His lips twitched; he felt that this "fairy's" thinking was becoming increasingly whimsical and incomprehensible.
How many days will it take for it to sprout?
Results in ten days or so?
How many pounds can one seed produce?
This is no longer crops, it's a myth!
“Miss Jiang…” Chen Yan carefully chose his words, trying not to upset her, “Farming… can’t be rushed. Spring sowing and autumn harvest, that’s the way of nature. Even the best seeds have to follow the seasons. Your drought-resistant seeds are already a miracle, just be patient and they will sprout eventually.”
"The laws of nature? The seasons?" Jiang Chan snorted, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.
She stood up and paced back and forth on the edge of the field, muttering to herself, as if encouraging herself or calling for something: "Seeds...high-yield seeds..."
"Drought-resistant! Fast-growing! High-yielding!"
"Ideally...ideally, it should be like a fairy fruit! It grows as soon as it touches the ground! It ripens as soon as it sees the wind!"
"Do you have any? Do you have any?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a stubborn, almost obsessive longing.
Chen Yan frowned more and more as he watched Jiang Chan chanting incantations into thin air. This wasn't the first time.
Ever since the house was built, she has often been muttering strange words like "high yield" and "fast growth" to the wasteland, the river, and even the sky.
He used to think it was the fairy's unique cultivation, but now... he increasingly felt it was like... something was wrong with her brain? But looking at Jiang Chan's tightly furrowed brows and the unease deep in her eyes, he felt it wasn't an act.
Could it be... that even immortal techniques come at a price? Would using those "divine objects" damage one's mind? His heart was filled with worry and a touch of pity. This powerful, mysterious "fairy" who seemed to be troubled by some obsession evoked incredibly complex feelings in him.
He dared not ask any more questions, and could only go along with her words, carefully cooperating: "Miss Jiang is talking about... the immortal seed, right? Legend has it that there is immortal rice on Kunlun Mountain that sprouts ears of rice overnight, and eating it grants immortality... but those are just legends..."
He tried to appease people with mythology.
"Yes! A celestial seed! It's a celestial seed!" Jiang Chan's eyes lit up suddenly, as if she had grasped the key, and her voice rose a few decibels. "Celestial rice! Celestial wheat! Celestial beans! Anything will do! As long as it grows quickly! High yield! Disaster resistant!"
She chanted even more fervently into the air, her eyes burning: "System! Did you hear me? I want seeds! High-yield seeds! Fast-growing seeds! Drought-resistant and disaster-resistant divine seeds!"
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