This little black guy was familiar to Chen Luo.

Commonly known as a dung beetle, it feeds on feces.

It’s a good thing, a beneficial insect that improves the environment.

What else could it be but a beneficial insect?

In the apocalypse, the population has decreased drastically. Zombies rarely excrete, and there are fewer animals.

This has left them with nothing to eat. Although Chen Luo didn’t move the entire population here, there are still quite a few people. There are earthen walls outside, so they burrowed underground to steal droppings to eat.

Going through all that trouble, just to get a mouthful of dung.

Is my life easy?

And then getting beaten up.

Xia Haoran looked back at Chen Luo, puzzled. Why keep these strange bugs that attack people?

This half-meter-tall dung beetle looks like a monster. It must have mutated, or it wouldn't be so big.

How much dung does it eat every day?

And it brought a bunch of its little brothers to steal.

Chen Luo looked at Mifan. Could this species be translated?

Mifan looked at the little black guy and felt disgusted and scared. She shrunk into Chen Luo's arms and said,

"I can only understand what dogs say."

"I can't do it, Your Majesty."

Chen Luo's mouth twitched. Don't learn things randomly if you don't know what they mean. Startling people with outrageous statements is terrifying.

That last sentence must have been learned from some messy TV series.

Also, what does it mean to only understand what dogs say?

Can't you understand what I'm saying?

Mifan couldn't understand, but someone else could.

Mengyin heard there was a big bug and was curious, so she came over to see what it looked like.

When she heard the dung beetle say that it only came to steal a mouthful of dung and still got beaten, she couldn't stop laughing.

Chen Luo looked at Mengyin, his eyes lighting up. Some natural-type ability users can communicate with animals. Could it be that Mengyin has mastered it?

Chen Luo asked, "Can you communicate with it?"

Mengyin was stunned. Yeah, how could I understand what a bug is saying?

Chen Luo enticed, "If you can communicate with it, you can have whatever you want to eat tonight."

Saying that got Mengyin excited.

Mengyin tried to infuse her natural-type ability into her voice and said to the dung beetle,

"We won't hurt you."

The dung beetle was also stunned, and said angrily,

"Aba aba, you just hit me, and now you say you won't hurt me? Are you blind? Just you wait."

Mengyin looked at Chen Luo, translating.

Chen Luo smiled and said, "Didn't recognize you. You're here to eat dung, right?"

Dung beetle: "Yeah, yeah, I'm just here to eat a mouthful of dung."

Chen Luo: "Accidental injury, accidental injury. You can come anytime in the future, and we'll definitely not hurt you."

Dung beetle: "I'm not coming."

Chen Luo: "We have plenty here."

Dung beetle: "Plenty? I eat more than two hundred *jin* a day!"

Chen Luo: "Uh, you can eat that much? Don't worry, we definitely have enough, at least enough for you."

Dung beetle: "Deal."

The exchange was full of flavor, but it didn't affect Mengyin's appetite at all. For many days, she occasionally got a good meal by mooching off Xiao Yu, because she hadn't successfully grown any vegetables yet.

Mengyin looked at Chen Luo expectantly.

Chen Luo smiled and said, "You've done a great job. What do you want to eat?"

Mengyin didn't care where it came from and immediately said, "A fried chicken, a roast duck, and a bottle of large cola, the 2.5-liter kind, enough for me and Xiao Yu to eat."

Hey, gnawing on good chicken still has a huge appeal for kids.

Chen Luo said, "Okay, I'll give it to you when we eat dinner tonight. You go try planting vegetables with the older sister I just brought."

Mengyin swallowed and agreed.

Chen Luo had more than thirty level-four ability users, but not a single natural-type.

The low proportion of natural-types is one thing, but it's also very difficult to grow them; it's harder than any other type.

In the future, out of more than a hundred king-level ability users, there was only one natural-type, and that was a transformation type.

Mengyin should be close, just a few days away from advancing to level four.

Chen Luo gathered all the natural-type ability users. Their combat abilities were all weak, and their greatest value was growing vegetables.

Li Cheng, the villager he had rescued that day, was also brought over.

Ouyang Lu brought over a large earthenware basin filled with soil.

Ouyang Lu explained, "Before the apocalypse, I liked growing flowers. A month after the apocalypse, I tried growing some vegetables, but there was no sign of success."

"I transferred them to flower pots and used my natural-type ability, which had a little effect, but they died the next day."

Chen Luo nodded. Planting them directly in the ground is definitely impossible. The earth is connected and has been polluted. Even if some is neutralized, it will soon be infected again.

They can only be placed in pots to disconnect the soil-to-soil connection, sunbathed during the day, and placed in a safe place at night.

Mengyin took out several prepared potato seeds, each different, to see which one grew best.

Li Cheng skillfully planted the potato seeds and sprinkled a little plant ash as fertilizer.

Ouyang Lu began to pour her natural-type ability into the soil, neutralizing the viruses in the soil.

This doesn't mean everything is okay. Every day after this, they have to pour in their ability to improve the soil. The soil will be infected again as it comes into contact with the air.

Therefore, planting is difficult.

You also can't use your ability to directly ripen the seeds and produce fruit.

The consequence of doing so is that the seeds will die directly, which is like pulling up seedlings to help them grow.

It’s like eating, directly feeding you a ton of rice, bursting you to death.

It's not impossible to accelerate growth, but you have to control the degree.

In the future, as the degree of infection deepens, farming will become more and more difficult. One natural-type can only barely support a dozen people.

Later on, low-level natural-types won't be able to grow anything.

Natural-types only make up two or three out of a hundred people, so they simply can't support that many people.

They're growing vegetables now, but they'll have to grow rice and wheat in the future.

Excellent seeds can resist viruses, survive with less ability, and still produce a large yield.

Mengyin has a talent for improving seeds, so Chen Luo values her very much.

Chen Luo unreservedly shared his experience in planting, which left Ouyang Lu stunned.

Who exactly is the natural-type? You seem to know more about growing vegetables than I do?

The normal growth cycle of potatoes is ninety days. With the proper help of a natural-type, it's about a month and a half.

And Ouyang Lu can summon a grass sprite, which will greatly shorten the cycle.

But Ouyang Lu can only summon it for a short time. The grass sprite also doesn't seem willing to do such things, so Ouyang Lu has to coax it well.

Ouyang Lu summoned a grass sprite, and Chen Luo faintly felt spatial fluctuations.

The grass sprite spat into the soil.

Chen Luo: "..."

Is that how you improve the soil?

I wonder if killing it and burying it in the soil would have a better effect.

But in that case, wouldn't Ouyang Lu suddenly die, just like a summoner experiencing a card bug?

Chen Luo's heart fluttered. Mengyin can communicate with creatures, so what if she tried with the grass sprite?

Chen Luo didn't have much hope. In his previous life, there was no shortage of natural-types who had mastered communication skills, but they couldn't figure out what was going on.

Sure enough, the grass sprite seemed to understand Mengyin's words, responding with babbling sounds, but Mengyin couldn't understand at all.

Chen Luo shook his head.

A total of five different potato seeds were planted. It would take at least half a month to find out which one had a better effect, and then Mengyin would continue to improve it.

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Pity the author, who has been updating continuously for two months without a break. Old readers know that I never break updates except for taking one day off each month. I'm as steady as an old dog, and my previous books have always had two updates a day.

Two months, and I haven't taken a break! And it was a seamless connection from the old book.

Don't waste money on gifts. This author clearly doesn't deserve them.