1.8 billion people may sound like a small number, but in fact, this number is several times that of the Middle Ages.

So it’s not hard to find people.

Reed quickly got the answer, then took out a thick robe, wrapped it around himself, and disappeared in the sandstorm that made it difficult for anyone to move.

Fortunately, the world is not completely covered in sand.

Although sandstorms occur frequently and deserts expand, it will take at least several decades to completely cover the entire world.

However, it is hard to say whether this is fortunate or a greater misfortune.

Anyway, Reed was now walking on a farm.

It was different from any farm he had ever remembered. The sky was gray and endless. The sun was not visible, let alone sunlight. The plant planted on the farm was a kind of plant he had never seen before. It seemed to be some variant of sweet potato or potato. The part exposed on the surface only reached the calf. The leaves were still green, but they were covered with a thick layer of light yellow gray.

So look around.

The whole land is the color of wind and sand, the vision is blurred, and the sky and the earth are dim.

Just from the visuals alone, this world is desolate.

Especially for someone like Reed who came from the Kingdom of God, this feeling was even more obvious.

Soon, he was discovered by people on the farm.

Five dilapidated trucks drove over, with drones loaded with weapons overhead. Reed could feel that he was being aimed at by many weapons.

"Who is it?" a voice came from the front.

"Reed Anrus." Reed raised his hands. "I'm from Grande Farm, fifty kilometers away. My name and identity can be found in the identity system."

In this world, there are some people who only think about pleasure, so they do evil things. Although there are still armies to maintain order and conduct regular raids, people outside the city are very vigilant.

Soon, the person on the other side confirmed Reed's identity through the identity system.

"Agriculturist? Welcome, Mr. Reed." A middle-aged man who looked quite salesy got out of the car. Although he was holding a weapon, the muzzle was pointed downwards, and he seemed less wary.

After all, food is the most important thing in this era.

Therefore, agriculturalists have a high status.

They can help farms solve some problems and increase some food production.

This is also the reason why Reed asked artificial intelligence to assign this identity to him.

When the middle-aged man and several people behind him got off the car, he had already quickly observed these people.

He was thin and wore tattered clothes. Although he seemed to have a good attitude, there was obvious lethargy between his brows, giving people a gloomy and decadent feeling.

Has it become this serious?

Reed didn't expect that this would be the case if he just picked a few people.

But he still quickly went to meet him.

"I came here to do some plant fungus surveys, and several new fungi have recently appeared."

After these words were spoken, the expressions of the middle-aged man and the people behind him visibly fell.

"Well, this is really bad news, damn fungus!" The middle-aged man in the lead walked up quickly, stretched out his hand to Reed, and looked at him more carefully. "But I still have to welcome you, Mr. Reed. Just call me Nad. I'm the manager of this farm. I used to be a mechanical engineer, and now I'm a farmer."

Nader specifically stated that he was once a mechanical engineer, just to show that he also received higher education.

It's not easy to fool.

It's not that he was overly vigilant, but such things have happened before. Some agricultural scientists who have no skills at all have used this identity to cheat farms.

"Let's go, it's lunch time now, where's your car?"

"I came here by bus."

"A wise choice. Ordinary cars can't withstand the damn sandstorm."

“.”

Reed briefly communicated with these people, and everyone, including Nad, was full of complaints about the world.

They were either complaining about plant diseases caused by fungi, or complaining about the weather, the temperature, or the robbers. They even talked about how two people on the farm chose to be euthanized some time ago and everyone threw a farewell party.

Reed, with his superb acting skills, did not reveal any flaws.

But he did not forget his purpose.

Although he could already see something from these daily conversations, he still wanted to see something deeper.

"This is indeed a terrible world, but there is still some good news." Reed showed an expectant smile, "The World Academy of Agricultural Sciences has invented a highly effective culture solution that can increase crop yields by 20%. Once mass production is achieved, we won't be so likely to go hungry."

This is not something Reed said casually.

In fact, such culture medium does exist, and it has been widely publicized by the authorities.

However, Nader still looked uninterested.

He just casually responded, "Yeah, I know that one. It's the savior of the world. They claimed that the experiment was a great success last year, but until now, they haven't seen the savior. Even if it is really effective, we don't know how expensive it is, and it's hard to say how long the effect will last. Anyway, it won't be long before it will be defeated by new super fungi. As for increasing the yield by 20%? Damn it! The grain output ten years ago was twice as much as it is now!"

Nader was not alone in his lack of reaction to the news.

The rest of the people are similar.

At this time, it seemed that everyone had found a topic that they wanted to vent about, and everyone started talking.

"They didn't need the effect to last too long, they just needed to reduce the population more than the food supply."

"If there's one day when I don't have food, I'd rather die of euthanasia than starve to death."

"Nothing they say now will help. A true savior should at least make the sky bluer, the land greener, and stop this damn weather from being so hot."

"In fifty years, humans will be extinct anyway, so it doesn't matter what those people say."

"I still hope that this time it can be more reliable, even if the production can be increased by 10%, it would be better if it is not so expensive."

"Hahaha, you are indeed a young man."

“.”

The last one who showed some anticipation was a 28-year-old guy, the youngest on the farm.

Perhaps because of his age, he still has some expectations for life.

The rest are completely different.

Although they seemed to be talking and laughing, it was clear from the fact that they did not avoid talking about death that this was just a kind of indifference after having completely given up.

Just like a terminally ill patient accepting reality.

The worst that can happen is death, it can't be any worse.

(End of this chapter)