Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 137

The hailstorm raged on showing no signs of stopping.

"Sister Nan, I wonder if the others are alright." Yu Baoyin asked worriedly on the side.

Nanzhi had been thinking about it as well.

She wished they were not in the field during this weather.

Five minutes passed, suddenly, the doors of the bunker opened and researchers and farmers on their work clothes rushed outside.

Their faces pale and wounded with scratches and bite marks on their arms. It was clearly from an animal.

"Help! Help! Inside….inside!"

"What happened?"

"The animals…the animals…" The people couldn’t articulate their words due to shock probably and only frantically gestured the soldiers to the bunker.

The soldiers quickly hurried inside.

Nanzhi heard what the people stuttered.

Could it be...

She slipped behind the soldiers, quietly like a thieving cat. Inside the sleeves of her thick down jacket was an army thorn.

Sister Nan?

Yu Baoyin was startled by the dagger Nanzhi had slipped in her hand as she followed her.

...

Beneath the bunker like building, is an underground sanctuary with an engineered ecosystem, designated for agriculture research, animal husbandry, and growing food.

The researchers like to call it Jade Pavilion of Renewal.

Same with the hospital, the construction of this facility was still underway. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Professor Zhang Heng moved deftly through the livestock section.

He had just gone back from visiting his friend, Xuan Le this morning.

Because of the sudden hailstorm they were worried about the animals and the plants.

The air within the fields was humid and earthy, carrying the faint aroma of freshly tilled soil and growing plants. Warm light poured down from the overhead LED panels, their soft glow imitating the sun.

Rows upon rows of crops like bok choy, water spinach, cabbages, mustard greens, tomatoes, potatoes, sweet potatoes, stretched out in meticulous order thriving in the hydroponics bed, a lush sea of green amidst the cold walls of the underground bunker.

Beyond the crops, a section of the fields was dedicated to fruit.

Past the fields was the husbandry section, a carefully regulated space, separated from the crops by a glass barrier.

One could hear the faint clucking of chickens echoed slowly, with the occasional grunt of pigs coming from there.

The sounds of his leathers boots was muffled against the rubberized floor as he approached the group of workers.

"Careful with the pigs near the southern enclosure", Zhang Heng ordered. "That sow just gave birth. Make sure her piglets stay warm and safe."

Rows of carefully maintained pens stretched before them.

Pigs with their piglets grunted lazily in their enclosures, their fat, wrinkled bodies lying against beds of fresh straw.

Nearby brown chickens pecked at feed mixed with crushed soybean and leftover sweet potato peels from the vegetable farm next door.

There was even a section dedicated to aquaculture, where grass carp, and giant river prawns swam lazily in the man-made ponds, their water is filtered and enriched by the crops above.