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Wasteland
Survival, I Have a Super Farm
Space
" by: When the Autumn Wind Mourns the Painted Fan [Completed]
Synopsis:
Sang Luoluo happened to pick up a piece of ancient jade from outer space for a bargain at a street stall. By chance, she activated the Super Farm Space and happily settled in the countryside to
farm
, gradually building her wealth with the farm's produce. But as luck would have it, the apocalypse came. A worldwide meteor shower turned Blue Planet upside down.
When Sang Luoluo woke again, three hundred years had passed. Blue Planet had not been completely destroyed, and humans still survived. But after that meteor shower, intense radiation permeated every corner of Blue Planet, mutating plants and animals. Humanity's living space shrank again and again, leaving people huddled in cramped bases, fighting all manner of natural disasters and struggling to keep civilization alive.
Looking at the shack that seemed ready to collapse at a gust of wind, her tattered clothes, and the last bowl of green mush made from some unknown leaves, Sang Luoluo struggled to get up. Having barely escaped with her life, she was already luckier than many people. Besides, her Super Farm had come with her. Before long, she would be living well again.
But she had overestimated her ability to survive in this world. Mutated plants and animals were everywhere, with beast tides and natural disasters striking at any moment. Compared to the natives here, she was a weakling with a combat power of five.
Content tags: portable space, transmigration through time and space, farming fiction
Apocalypse
Wasteland, stockpiling
Main characters' perspectives: Sang Luoluo, Qi Feng. Supporting characters: Chuanchuan, Sang Yunpu, Qi Xue
Other: Sang Luoluo
One-line synopsis: Strive to survive every day
Theme: Never give up, even in desperate circumstances
Chapter 1: A wasteland world with nothing but vegetable mush
Base 71
At the edge of the shantytown outside the safe zone stood an unremarkable little shack, only about sixteen square meters in size and built of wood. Its roof was piled with dry grass, covered with a layer of yellowing oil paper, then weighed down with stone slabs. The edges and corners were tightly secured with ropes made from a special kind of vine.
As far as the eye could see, the entire shantytown was filled with shacks like this. Small as they were, they held all the necessities: pots, bowls, utensils, and bedrolls. Those who could afford it even put locks on their doors, while those who could not had no doors at all.
Inside the shack, Sang Luoluo's whole body hurt terribly. Not only did she have scrapes all over, but radiation had also damaged her skin in several places, leaving patches of sunburn.
She lay on the wooden bed boards. It was already light outside, and the dim light indoors illuminated the dry grass dangling from the roof. Sang Luoluo let out a deep sigh.
She had already lost count of how many times she had sighed since arriving in this world.
She had originally driven out with her dog to make a delivery. On the way back, the weather changed, and a sudden meteor shower struck Blue Planet. Even the cab of her truck had a large hole smashed through it. With no other choice, she could only put her dog into the space. The next instant, her vision went black, and she arrived in this wasteland world, transmigrating into the body of a girl with exactly the same name.
She struggled to get up, accidentally pulling at her wounds and grimacing in pain. They had already scabbed over during the night.
She walked unsteadily to the table, which was really just a simple wooden frame with a board laid over it. A bowl of green, mushy liquid sat on top.
This was the last food in the house. Following the original owner's memories, she had made this "meal" from the last palm-sized green leaf in the house, mixed with a little less than half a tube of nutrient solution.
Looking at that eerie green unidentified liquid, she had spent ages lying in bed mentally preparing herself before finally getting up to eat.
Whatever else happened, staying alive mattered most.
She took a small sip. It was not as awful as she had imagined, but it still tasted strange, as though she had a mouthful of glue.
When she first woke yesterday, she had been out in the wilderness, covered in wounds. Judging from the original owner's memories, the girl had probably been injured in the wilderness and then burned by solar radiation. In the end, she could no longer hold on and died out there. Sang Luoluo had happened to transmigrate at that very moment.
Her head had hurt terribly when she first arrived. She finally managed to stand up and discovered that although her space had come with her, she could not use it. Everything inside seemed frozen, remaining exactly as it had been before her transmigration. She had intended to go inside to rest, only to discover that she could no longer enter it either.
This was the first time she had encountered anything like this since obtaining the space. After trying a few more times, she could sense that the space had probably exhausted its energy bringing her here and had therefore been sealed.
There was nothing she could do. Feeling unwell, she slowly walked home, following the original owner's memories.
She had been living perfectly well in her original world. While traveling after graduation, she had picked up a piece of ancient jade from outer space for a bargain at a street stall. By chance, her blood got on the jade and activated it, revealing a magical portable farming space. Inside were an endless supply of Spirit Spring water and black soil stretching as far as the eye could see.
She had then decisively quit her job, returned to the countryside, leased land, and started a farm. She had also turned the space into a farm, gradually setting up a little farmhouse villa, a planting zone, a living zone, a livestock zone, and an aquaculture zone. She never had to worry about food or drink inside. Everything her farm had could be found in the space, and she also grew things there that the farm did not have.
What delighted her most was the vast Stasis Zone inside the space. She discovered that anything placed there remained exactly as it had been when she put it in. Food would not spoil, and materials would not decay. It was truly magical. So she set up several large warehouses in the Stasis Zone, sorting the space's crops by type and storing them in separate areas.
That way, when she drove her little truck out to deliver the farm's produce, she could add crops from the space to the load. Everyone who tried her vegetables and meat praised them, and she had so many repeat customers that supply could not keep up with demand. No one had any idea-not even her parents knew that she had built her fortune through the Super Farm in her space.
Once she had money, she spent generously too. The space even held two sports cars she had bought, an RV, a yacht, and so on, all to make traveling for fun more convenient.
Yet just as her life was at its peak, she had transmigrated like this.
Based on the original owner's memories, she now had a new understanding of her situation.
She had transmigrated into a wasteland world three hundred years in the future. The very meteor shower she had experienced had brought drastic changes to Blue Planet. Intense radiation permeated every corner of the planet, plants and animals mutated, and all manner of natural disasters followed one after another. Humanity's living space shrank again and again, leaving people huddled in cramped bases.
Sang Luoluo furrowed her brows and downed the green liquid in one gulp.
After washing the bowl, she shouldered a woven-grass basket, put on a sun hat, filled a bamboo tube with a cup of water, and took the only stone knife in the house before heading out.
It was only around six thirty in the morning, but many people in the shantytown were already heading out to scavenge, just like her. Sang Luoluo did not dare wander aimlessly. After some thought, she followed the direction with the most people.
There was little that could be eaten in this wasteland world. All plants and animals were exposed to radiation, so anyone searching for food had to use a wristwatch to test its radiation level. Radiation readings fell into three categories: low, moderate, and high. Low radiation meant a reading of thirty or below. Such food was edible and could also be exchanged for points at a nearby market.
Moderate radiation meant a reading above thirty but no higher than sixty. Anything above sixty was highly radioactive and inedible. Eating it by mistake would damage the body and, in severe cases, endanger one's life.
Sang Luoluo looked down at the wristwatch on her arm. Issued by the base, each watch was registered to its owner's real identity, using their genetic code as an identification number. Everyone had only one account. The watch could test food and also combined the functions of a computer, phone, and projector.
As she walked, Sang Luoluo browsed the information on her wristwatch and discovered that the original owner had an older brother named Sang Yunpu. They had run out of food at home, so he had joined the Guard on a temporary mission to find food. He had originally said he would return in three days, but half a month had now passed without any word from him.
With the wasteland's harsh environment, mutated plants and animals, and intense radiation, people died outside every day. Without enough food, no one could stay in the wilderness for that long. Sang Luoluo thought Sang Yunpu's chances were probably grim.
The original owner had relied on her brother's care. When he failed to return for so long and there was nothing left to eat at home, she had gone out to find food herself, only to die in the wilderness.
Alas, what an unfortunate pair of siblings.
She quickened her pace and caught up with the scavengers. Finally, at around eight thirty, they reached a gathering site. Watching what the others did, Sang Luoluo raised her wristwatch toward a giant leaf in front of her and scanned it.
"Beep, beep, beep! Radiation reading: 89. High radiation. Consumption not recommended!"
Sang Luoluo could only try another spot. Weeds grew everywhere here, as tall as people, showing just how drastically they had mutated. But with her years of farming experience, she could still tell at a glance that this enormous clump of weeds was purslane, commonly seen in the countryside.
She watched the others scan leaf after leaf, occasionally finding one or two moderately radioactive leaves. Each was palm-sized, and mixed with a little nutrient solution, they could make two meals.
Sang Luoluo smacked her lips. The taste of nutrient solution still lingered in her mouth. There was no food left at home. If she could not find anything else to eat, she really would starve to death.
No. At that thought, she opened her bamboo tube, took a sip of water, and continued scanning.
The wristwatch kept sounding.
"Beep, beep, beep! Radiation reading: 89. High radiation. Consumption not recommended!" "Beep, beep, beep! Radiation reading: 103. High radiation. Consumption not recommended!" "Beep, beep, beep! Radiation reading: 99. High radiation. Consumption not recommended!" "Beep, beep, beep! Radiation reading: 78. High radiation. Consumption not recommended!" "Beep, beep, beep! Radiation reading: 96. High radiation. Consumption not recommended!"
It was nearly ten. The others had begun heading back one after another, and the solar radiation overhead was growing stronger. She had still found no food and could not go back like this. Looking around, she found a spot where the branches and leaves of two giant purslane plants overlapped and crawled inside for shelter.
Humans could not be out and about between ten in the morning and three in the afternoon. The solar radiation was too intense, and anyone exposed to the sun risked being irradiated to death. Sang Luoluo felt anxious. She had yet to find even a single edible leaf. In such a harsh environment, simply staying alive was an extravagant hope.