Chapter 871: Kill on the spot or just run them over

"You, Red Da Mao."

Xia Qing pointed at the brain-evolved fox dad among the three foxes, trying to communicate seriously with it for the first time.

After pointing at the fox dad, Xia Qing's finger turned to the drab little fox cub, "Your cub, Red San Mao, doesn't need medicine every day. When the sun rises from here, moves to here and sets, then rises again and sets, then come for the medicine."

After explaining what "apply medicine once every two days" meant, Xia Qing sped up her speech and complained, "Besides, who comes for medicine in broad daylight? Aren't you afraid the inspection team will give you a few peanuts?"

The brain-evolved fox dad Red Da Mao, who was bristling, saw the ointment Xia Qing pulled from her pocket, and his eyes immediately grew bigger and brighter.

Xia Qing communicated twice, but the smartest of the family, Red Da Mao, still only stared at the ointment, paying no attention to what she said.

Xia Qing had no choice. She had Wolf Lao Er bring the cub Red San Mao over, held it down and rubbed medicinal powder all over its body, then finally fed it some X nutrient solution.

This little fellow was the SVIP patient whose medical fees were paid by the big wolf household. Xia Qing hoped it would recover quickly and bounce around, so its parents could rest easy and stop carrying it here every day to mooch medicine.

"Da Mao, your cub San Mao..."

After applying the medicine and feeding the nutrient solution, Xia Qing had just let go of Red San Mao when its mother Red Hong Er Mao leaped over, picked up her cub in her mouth, bounded several meters high and ran off. The fox dad immediately followed.

Watching the family of three run swiftly into the northern buffer forest, then leap over the iron-net wall she'd built for 250,000 points, Xia Qing brushed fox fur off her gloves and complained to Wolf Lao Er, "Wolf Lao Er, Da Mao's family is far worse than Ba Mao's family. Da Mao himself is far worse than Ba Mao, and Hong Er Mao can't compare to Little Bai Mao at all."

She had saved Little Bai Mao and the babies in its belly, and Ba Mao at least knew to bring her plucked little birds. Little Bai Mao had even found her herbs twice.

Wolf Lao Er, who was happy every day, became even happier when he heard Xia Qing call him.

Xia Qing reached up and stroked the thick fur on Wolf Lao Er's neck, "It's too hot here. Wolf Lao Er, go rest in the shade. I'm going to..."

"Buzz—"

Xia Qing stopped and pulled her phone from her pocket.

"Sister Qing, this is Dai Yan from Security Team One. We just left Territory Sixteen with the thresher and were heading to Territory Twenty, but people from Territory Twenty-Three blocked us. They say the wheat in their territory is sprouting from being piled up, and they want to cut in line."

Besides the lords of chat channels 1-10, other lords also wanted to use the machinery from the Ninth Planting Center, and the order of use was decided by drawing lots. Territory Twenty-Three had bad luck and drew last, but instead of following the rules, they blocked the tractor passing through the northern corridor of the territory.

Even in years of natural disaster, soldiers still shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending their country, charging to the front line of disaster. The humanity soldiers display is the embodiment of national will and military discipline.

It is precisely because of the humanity they display that certain people, who seek private gain and ignore rules, dare to block them and cause trouble. Because the troublemakers know very well that soldiers won't point their guns at ordinary civilians.

They make a fuss, and if it works, everyone's happy. If it doesn't, they just get a few curses and get driven away—no loss. Besides, this is the territory, they're lords out here farming for the country, and their fussing is to avoid wasting grain. They're absolutely justified!

Dai Yan of course understood the psychology of these troublemakers, which is why he called the top leader of Territory Nine directly. He needed clear orders.

Obeying orders is a soldier's basic duty and the guarantee of military combat effectiveness. Though the employees of the Ninth Planting Center had retired, their thinking patterns had already set and were hard to change in a short time.

Xia Qing didn't want to change them. She gave the order directly, "Cancel Territory Twenty-Three's qualification to use the machinery. Continue on to Territory Twenty. Outside the territory, lords are not protected by the Territory Law. Anyone who dares to obstruct or rob the Planting Center's machinery has already broken the law. Arrest them and hand them to the inspection team to be dealt with under the Base Public Security Management Punishment Law. Anyone who resists violently, shoot them dead or just run them over."

After struggling to survive at the bottom of human society for ten years, Xia Qing had long seen through human nature and knew exactly how to solve problems quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly.

When reasoning with unreasonable adults, guns work much better than words.

"Copy that!"

Dai Yan responded loudly. After hanging up, he widened his eyes, raised his gun, and roared out Xia Qing's order. The members of Security Team One accepted the order with a shout and stepped forward to make arrests.

The people blocking the road, rolling around and making a scene, scrambled up, ran swiftly back inside the Territory Twenty-Three sign, and continued their tearful pleas.

Dai Yan paid them no attention and ordered the team members driving the tractor to keep moving.

"Serves them right!"

After the tractor drove far away, Lord Seventeen Wen Nengjie, who had watched the whole show, recounted what had just happened in the lord channel, "It's because Sister Qing is kind-hearted that she sent the brothers from Territory Nine with machinery to help everyone rush-harvest grain. Territory Twenty-Three doesn't even show gratitude, and they actually dare to make a scene and cut in line!"

Hearing Zhu Li was also very angry, "The crops were hit by the same hailstorm and soaked by the same follow-up rain. Who isn't anxious? Whose fault is it that their wheat sprouted? Their own laziness!"

The follow-up rain destroyed hundreds of mu of crops in the northern Zone One and Zone Three territories. The vast majority of affected territories didn't dare rest for a moment. Because the weather was bad, the rushed-harvested crops couldn't be sun-dried. The lords even set up racks, putting wheat ears, bean pods, and corn cobs on the racks and slowly drying them over a fire.

Racks were also set up inside Territory Six. Kuang Qingwei later became so exhausted he couldn't hold on. If Hearing Zhu Li hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed enough to grab him, he would have fallen headfirst into the fire.

Tang Huai, who had been blocked by Zhang San for a year and a half, immediately chimed in, "Xia Qing, just block Territory Twenty-Three!"

Not hearing Xia Qing respond, Tang Huai asked again, "Xia Qing, Sister Qing, what are you busy with? Say something."

Xia Qing in the farmland pressed a button, "Testing wheat quality, selecting seeds."

Inside Xia Qing's territory, there was also one greenhouse of overwintering yellow-light wheat, half a greenhouse of overwintering green-light wheat, one greenhouse of spring-planted green-light wheat, and half a greenhouse of spring-planted yellow-light wheat. These three mu of wheat would mature successively over the next half month.

The yellow-light wheat could be directly harvested, threshed, and dried, but the green-light wheat needed to be tested again—the high-quality plants that had been previously selected and marked—to pick out the best quality ones for seed.

In a few more months, it would be time to plant overwintering wheat.

During its growth, overwintering wheat had to endure one killing snow and two killing rains. Without Yishi protection, only about one-third of the wheat would successfully grow to heading and seeding.

Although the lords kept complaining, loudly saying they'd never plant overwintering wheat again, complaints were complaints—they still had to plant it.

Because planting over twenty jin of wheat seed per mu before winter, even after two killing rains and one killing snow, could still yield one or two hundred jin of grain plus a pile of green-light and yellow-light straw for composting.

If they didn't plant, there would be no harvest at all.

Fertilizer, irrigation, and labor costs?

Fertilizer was composted by the lords themselves from collected manure and plant stems and leaves, using composting bacteria powder worth a few dozen points. Water was drawn or pumped from the river. Labor? If the lords didn't farm, did they have other ways to earn points?

For ordinary people, in years of natural disaster, farming desperately was the best way for them to obtain high-quality natural food.

For Xia Qing, a four-system advanced evolver, taking missions to earn points to buy food yielded more than what she harvested from farming in her territory, but correspondingly, going out on missions required greater risk.

And there was an even more important point: Xia Qing liked farming. Farming made her feel peace, and a greater sense of achievement and happiness.

However, for the next crop in the cultivated land, Xia Qing wouldn't use Yishi protection anymore. Because the green-light grain harvested this crop was enough for her to eat for two years!