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In the wasteland, there are two races that are not hybrids with beasts: elves and goblins, whose bodies have mutated due to radiation.
Unlike orcs, their bodies are still fragile, but they are very agile. Elves who receive the kiss of an angel are beautiful and are excellent at archery and firearms, while goblins who receive the kiss of a demon are ugly and short, but they are intelligent and have excellent manual dexterity.
If the furniture of elves is merely ornate and impractical, exquisite works of art meant only for aesthetic appreciation, then the things in the hands of goblins are both ingenious and powerful machines, firearms, and the like.
Throughout the entire underground city, there are all sorts of workshops, each building researching different items. The old goblin in front of Qi Zhuo specializes in mechanical purification. Because the food supply in the Burial Grounds is insufficient, the goblins have consulted many books and disassembled the existing purification machines in the world that they had previously purchased at great expense, thereby optimizing and reforming them.
In the other buildings, there were researchers studying pollution-free seeds, giant firearms, and even protective shields for radiation crystals.
It can be said that the underground world of the entire Burial Ground is the Empire's largest research institute, and the research building of Sky City here is just a low-end version.
Qi Zhuo looked at the rice and seemed to have something he wanted to say to the old goblin.
He hesitated for a long time before he was about to speak.
"Old goblin, I encountered something today, and I'd like to ask you..."
"Old buddy! Come out here!" The goblin outside pushed open the door and burst in, laughing loudly, interrupting Qi Zhuo's words.
"Look! I've built new railway tracks underground, which will make internal transportation much easier! If we have the chance, we can even extend our railway tracks out of the underground world!"
"Extend? I can't accept living on the surface. Besides, if I go out, I'll have to become a slave to avoid being wanted by the police. I'm not going to be a slave or be wanted by the police. I'd rather stay underground for the rest of my life!"
"Alright, old buddy, don't be angry. We're not going underground. If I ever get the chance to build an underwater tunnel, I'll die happy!"
"Haven't you already completed half of it? It's only a matter of time!"
"Don't you know, even if others don't? After rescuing the count, a giant octopus blocked my passage and hasn't left for almost a year. It's like it's going to make its nest there! There's no way to get rid of it. That guy is the tyrant of the sea!"
The two goblins were discussing amongst themselves when Qi Zhuo looked at the two old goblins who were only up to his knees. Although they were his seniors, he still decided to chime in.
"It's like this, seniors, there's something I'm not sure if I should say!"
"Alright, I don't have time to worry about the completion of your underwater tunnel right now. Come and see, I said before that if we could choose better quality low-pollution rice, the proportion would be reduced. Today, the rice that Qi Zhuo brought, with less than 10% pollution, has indeed proven this. The ratio is two to one. Thirty catties of low-pollution rice can produce fifteen catties of zero-pollution rice!"
"I have to thank Qi Zhuo!"
The old goblin patted Qi Zhuo's knee in encouragement.
Qi Zhuo hesitated, but then the conversation turned to rice. He was about to say that the rice supplier was wearing Nighthawk Gauntlets.
"Yes, I made a deal with someone outside today to assemble an all-in-one machine and install a unique system that allows for personalized control. This all-in-one machine is small in size, but it has a lot of functions and can project the screen at any time!"
"There are a few missing parts, but we hope the two senior colleagues can provide some support!"
"Your lab is equipped with more than fifty units, how could it be too few!"
Qi Zhu chuckled.
"The other party has already paid a deposit of 300 gold coins for low-pollution rice, and they want me to produce 100 of these machines. It's not that I don't have the ability..."
"What!"
The two old goblins looked at Qi Zhuo as if a researcher had seen a boss who didn't care about funding and said to them, "Don't worry about the money, just do it!"
"So that's why you gave me thirty catties of rice today! You little rascal! Turns out you've struck it rich!"
"What parts do you need? Come and take a look, but first make it clear that you'll have to pay with rice!"
Qi Zhuo followed the two old goblins into the laboratory, but he felt that something was wrong. What was he about to say? How could he have suddenly forgotten what he was thinking?
Let him think about it. He scratched his head, looked at the experimental equipment in the laboratory, and completely forgot what he was about to say.
Oh well, I'll remember it eventually.
On the third underground level, several hundred orcs were harvesting farmland. No one would believe it if they heard that farmland could be grown underground, and it was an endless wheat field. Although the food was highly polluted, it was still a pleasant surprise.
"Team one, go operate the machines to harvest! Team two, follow behind and turn the soil over; team three, water again!"
Those whose names are called immediately begin the task.
The old goblin and his orcs watched from the sidelines.
"Look at this, these are real soldiers! Their very posture and movements are admirable! They are meticulous in their work, consistent in word and deed, and decisive. In the Federation and the Empire, only Earl Ye Qin can be considered a true soldier! The others are nothing!"
The thought of Earl Ye Qin's family leading three thousand men into the Misty City, only to be reduced to a thousand men with the Earl himself, after being ambushed by the damned Flame City's false information, made him realize that if their timely rescue three months ago hadn't been crucial, half of the remaining thousand men would likely have perished.
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