We worked with our subordinates, and we gave away the grass to the carrots and peas, and we put some fertilizer on the wheat. We went out very early in the morning, and everyone had shipped goods in their stomachs.

After doing all this, Ron and his men came to the territory that they had occupied a few days ago.

Originally, this territory belonged to White Hair, but after White Hair was summoned by Ron, it assigned a new leader to its tribe.

Although he is not as smart as Baimao, he is still in good order.

Now I saw Ron coming with white hair. The new leader of the white haired rat group was also covered in white hair, but a little gray. The gray-haired little mouse was squeaking and brought five or six subordinates to a bunch of food.

However, Ron and his group of mice, who were used to eating grilled fish and grasshoppers, looked at the food they sent, and they were a little uncomfortable to move.

The green dogtail grass buds are pure.

White grass roots with a little sweetness, vegetarian.

The green little orange is still plain.

The amount sent was not very large, just enough for Ron and a few rats to eat.

Moreover, looking at the green beans of the gray and white mice who were giving food, Ron could clearly see the look of expectation.

squeak.

It seems that the gray-white rats are not doing well.

Although Ron defeated the coffee rat group that came to grab the territory, and at least recruited their leader Ersha - and Ron let them occupy the territory east of the building, the number of gray and white rat group was there, and there was not much food to eat every day.

squeak.

These things are for you.

Ron, who had already eaten his fill before leaving the house, generously said, "You can divide these foods."

The intelligence of an ordinary mouse obviously cannot understand the meaning of Ron's squeaking sound, but he can understand the movements of Ron and the companions of several rats behind him.

Watching them push the food back, several mice who delivered the food screamed excitedly, and then buried the mouse's face into the food.

These foods are already delicious foods that only strong males and little mice in the rat group can enjoy. In the past, even if they were able to get some, they were not large in quantity, so they would satisfy their cravings and not be considered staple food.

The current staple food of the gray-white rat group is something else.

squeak.

Take us around the territory.

"Squeak~"

The gray-white hair is much smarter. It chewed two bites of green oranges and waited aside.

Hearing Ron's call, it ran to the front to lead the way, allowing its subordinates to continue to bury their heads and eat wildly - these mice who delivered food just looked up at their leader and continued to lower their heads.

"Squeak!"

Delicious, really delicious.

I want to eat more. I don’t know when I will eat so much next time.

Ron, who followed the gray-white hairs by them, could hear their emotions from the squeak.

…………

squeak.

I didn't expect to grow up so big.

Since there are green oranges, there are naturally orange trees.

Following the gray-white hair running in the azalea bush for a while, Ron just came out of the flowers and saw a big green tree with one person hugging it, full of small green oranges.

Ron vaguely remembered that there was indeed an orange tree in this area back then, but it was only the size of a bowl, and it could not produce a few oranges every year.

In this way, this orange tree is still the treasure of several old ladies in the community.

I moved from the countryside to the city, and I couldn't farm, so I always talked in my heart.

It is not easy to find a fruit tree that can be served. The old ladies are showing their energy. They either loosen the soil or water it every day, and they will apply fertilizer every few days.

By August and September, the old ladies will hold orange feasts.

A large round table was set up in the pavilion of the community, with melon seeds, walnuts, and plastered oranges, which were picked and diced, chatting about family matters, which was quite lively.

When I passed by, Ron, who often passed by, was stuffed with several oranges by the old ladies.

Really, it's up to the petal.

There are not many oranges on the orange tree, and the old lady cherishes them.

"Squeak~"

A mouse cries sounded in his ears, pulling Ron back from his memory.

Seeing the gray-white hair climbing up the big orange tree, which is comparable to it, which is a world tree, chewed off the stems of several green oranges, and then ran down quickly and rolled the green oranges to Ron diligently.

squeak.

Unexpectedly, it was not sour.

This time, Ron did not refuse, pulled out the No. 12 surgical blade machete, split the green orange, and buried his head in.

The slightly astringent but fresh orange juice flowed through my throat, just like the orange petals that the old lady had divided in the past, shocking the mouse.

squeak.

From now on, this will be our fruit base.

There is only one orange, which cannot be preserved for a long time, but Ron is still in a good mood.

Understand the gray-haired appearance, Ron climbed up the orange tree, and the five rats behind him also climbed up.

I just tasted the green oranges split by Ron. Dali and Ersha mung beans were rumbling and they each adjusted a large orange to eat. The fat body pressed against the orange treetops, which made Ron worry very much, for fear that they would fall.

However, two people are not smart enough to eat happily and are not afraid at all.

…………

After watching it for a long time, there was no danger, so Ron stopped caring about the stupid guys.

Instead, the movement on the ground attracted Ron's attention.

squeak?

Where is what?

On the ground not far from the canopy of the big orange tree, Ron watched a dozen gray-white mice crept around in the grass.

After observing, the division of labor between these gray and white mice is quite detailed.

The stronger mice were digging the soil, and dirt spilled out from time to time under the forked leaves as small as half a palm.

When the slightly thinner mice were transporting and drilling out from under the leaves, some round and yellow balls often rolled on their front paws.

squeak.

Go and have a look~

He ran down carefully from the orange tree head down. Ron, who had already confirmed the direction on the canopy, ran over without waiting for the gray-white hair.

Then, Ron immediately felt so happy that his front teeth were exposed.

That's potatoes!

When he ran to the potatoes, Ron discovered that it was the place where the trash can was placed thirty years ago.

Maybe someone happened to throw away the sprouted potatoes at home and was pulled out of the trash can by a wild cat; or maybe the trash can was too full, so the community residents who disliked him placed next to the trash can.

Anyway, the potato jungle appeared in front of Ron now is four or five meters in radius, and it is also a small part of the land that is converted into a cultivated land area.

Ron remembers that the TV station once broadcast a bumper harvest of potatoes in Northeast China, saying that it was a 5,000 kilogram per mu.

Of course, it is only possible to have high-quality potatoes and intensive cultivation. If the wild conditions are in front of you, the yield per a thousand kilograms per mu is considered to be the most important thing.

Just by converting it alone, the potatoes in front of you can produce fifty or sixty kilograms!
Chapter completed!