Chapter 281: Universal Planting System (20)

Chi Dahu, ashamed and angry, wanted to throw away the iron hoe in his hand several times.

He was the dignified boss of the Red Tiger Gang; how could he be forced by someone to till the land?

But once he thought of the Light Brain and Flying Vehicle keys confiscated by Xie Yang, and then thought of her freakishly great strength, he had no choice but to pick it up and continue working.

Honestly, this female devil is torturing them on purpose, right?

Who would reclaim wasteland on a Garbage Star?

Even if you reclaim it, nothing will grow.

"Boss, how long are we going to be tilling one acre per person? Why don't we just slip away? She isn't watching us anyway. By the time that little brat runs off to report, we'll have already run away."

Beside him, a lackey hadn't cleared much wasteland, but his protective mask was covered in dust, making him look completely disheveled as he tearfully sought advice from Chi Dahu.

Chi Dahu glared: "Idiot! If you want to run, run yourself! My Light Brain and Flying Vehicle keys were all taken by her; if those can't be retrieved, do you think running away is useful?"

"..."

The other lackeys looked at one another, not daring to make a sound.

In their hearts, they resented their boss for provoking her.

Had they not learned their lesson enough from being beaten black and blue last time?

They should have been secretly glad she didn't go to the Red Tiger Gang to challenge them, but they were stubborn enough to come to her territory and let her kick them; now look, they were stuck here and couldn't go back!

By comparison, Jin Dawei and Yin Dameng, who were the first to be thrown into the wasteland by Xie Yang to reclaim it, were much calmer.

Perhaps they would have been desperate if it were just the two of them, but their boss had brought his brothers, and they had received the same "treatment," so they suddenly weren't panicked anymore.

They even had the mood to look around.

"Did you notice just now? That wo... man actually came out without wearing an Anti-Radiation Suit or a mask. Could she be a Gene Warrior?"

"Impossible!"

Chi Dahu had checked Xie Yang's background; she was born to the Xie Family on Yilan Star. If she were a Gene Warrior, even if she committed a grave mistake, the family would not fail to protect her.

Since she wasn't a Gene Warrior, how did she manage to go out without wearing an Anti-Radiation Suit or a protective mask?

Chi Dahu fell into deep thought.

Jin Dawei and Yin Dameng, meanwhile, discovered that the little brat watching them work had actually started eating something leisurely.

"What is that little brat eating?"

"Looks like it might be natural food..."

"How is that possible! Natural food is so expensive!"

"Speaking of natural food, I heard a gourmet shop recently popped up in the Qu-shangcheng that sells natural food. They have fresh soup and something called Yanju-tizi... The key is that it's very cheap, cheaper than Basic Nutrient Solution."

"Really? Who on this Garbage Star would know how to make natural food? Maybe it's just mixed with Nutrient Solution."

Food is the most important thing to the people.

The topic of gourmet food, even after thousands and tens of thousands of years, remained the main melody in people's lives.

The Red Tiger Gang members, all miserable as they were forced to reclaim the wasteland, didn't forget to chat a bit.

"That's not true!"

Xie Ting, who was sitting at the edge of the wasteland supervising their work, had excellent hearing. He heard their conversation clearly, swallowed the salty and fragrant pork jerky in his mouth, and said with his head held high and his tail flicking:

"My mommy knows how to make natural food! Xiya and his mommy have both eaten it, and Xiya Ma even praised my mommy as a brilliant Cooking Master!"

"..."

Seeing they didn't speak, the little one thought they didn't believe him, and he looked at the last piece of pork jerky in his hand with reluctance: "If you don't believe me, I'll share some with you to taste."

He tore the thin piece of pork jerky into many long, thin strips.

"Here, one strip each, no more! Otherwise Zai Zai won't have any."

"..."

Regardless of what his subordinates thought, the dignified gang leader Chi Dahu would absolutely not bow and scrape for a tiny bit of natural food.

He threw down the iron hoe in his hand and pointed at Xie Ting: "Little brat, get over here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely overbearing aroma of food drifted out from the Xie Family's shelter, so fragrant that everyone couldn't help but sniff.

Xie Ting said happily: "My mommy is making something yummy! You all must be good! No slacking off while working! When my mommy is done, I'll share some fresh soup with you. If you aren't good, you won't get any! Yellow-haired uncle, you threw away my family's tool again! If you do that, you won't get any fresh soup!"

Chi Dahu: "..."

Who the hell is craving a bowl of soup... *slurp! *

The mouth is more honest than a stubborn heart.

Fortunately, his subordinates were all so tempted by the aroma that they were gulping down their saliva, so no one noticed his embarrassing state. Chi Dahu, being a man of great stature, wouldn't bicker with the little brat.

"Yellow-haired uncle, hurry up and pick up the tool, work hard!"

Xie "Little Supervisor" Ting was not called that for nothing; even while sharing jerky, he didn't forget to watch everyone work.

Chi Dahu: "..."

Damn it!

"Boss, boss, hurry up and pick up the hoe, I'll get you a strip of meat. This thing is really delicious!"

"Yeah boss, if you don't like it, give it to us!"

"..."

Who said I didn't like it?

Chi Dahu picked up the hoe with a blank expression.

"That's right!" Xie "Little Supervisor" Ting waved his claws at him and shared a strip of torn jerky with him, "Don't throw tools away in the future! Obedient children are good babies!"

"..."

Chi Dahu kept a wooden face, lowered his head, and smelled the thing called pork jerky in his hand. It smelled very fragrant, but would it taste good?

The longer natural food is exposed to the air, the more toxins it has. To avoid wasting it, he reluctantly pushed aside his mask and quickly bit it into his mouth.

Mmm! The little brat didn't lie to him; the taste is indeed quite good!

Chi Dahu, who couldn't even get enough to fill the gaps in his teeth with such a thin strip, smelled the alluring aroma of natural food in the air, licked the corner of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes in thought:

Could Xie Yang really be a Cooking Master? Have the Yilan Star authorities gone mad? They dare to exile a Cooking Master?

As he thought, he suddenly discovered a surprising phenomenon:

"Have you all noticed? The air here is different from other places." Chi Dahu turned his head to ask his group of lackeys.

Jin Dawei nodded: "I noticed. It seems we can even go without wearing an Anti-Radiation Suit; my skin doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. No wonder the wom... cough, that woman wasn't wearing one."

"Boss, try taking off your mask; the air here smells so good!" Yin Dameng took a deep breath, almost getting oxygen-drunk.

Upon hearing this, the others followed suit one after another.

Xie Yang put the last batch of Yanju-tizi on the shelves of the Xingwang-xiaodian, intending to call the little one over to ask what he wanted for dinner.

Walking out of the shelter, she found the atmosphere over by the wasteland truly a bit strange.

First, everyone had taken off their Anti-Radiation Suits and protective masks, presumably having discovered the difference in the air in this area.

Second, her Zai Zai was wagging his tail, his little face excited as he directed the group from the Red Tiger Gang:

"The meat jerky is delicious, right? If you want to eat more, you have to work hard and can't be lazy!"

"That yellow-haired uncle, are you slacking off again? That won't do! You won't get a share of the fresh soup later!"

"Red-haired big brother, why are you crying again? What is it for this time? Ah? Is it because the air here smells so good? Or because the Pork jerky my mom made is too delicious? Then do you still want a share of the fresh soup later? You do? Alright then, if you stop crying, I'll give you a share."

"Blue-haired uncle, you did a great job this time! I'll give you an extra mouthful of fresh soup later!"

Xie Yang: "..."

It seems her Zai Zai used his own rations to bribe the group from the Red Tiger Gang?

This development was something she hadn't anticipated.