Chapter 103 Food (Part 2)

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The wind whistled past my ears. Just after 9 o'clock, Gene had already jumped between the buildings. He put his hands in his pockets and jumped in the air at a slow speed, overlooking everything in the city.

Repeated long-distance jumps, coupled with the use of telekinesis, felt very comfortable. This was Gene's favorite thing to do. He was a little impatient to go to the Agricultural Department, and the most important thing was to have a bowl of fresh breakfast.

Gradually, large tracts of green wheat fields and rice fields appeared in front of Gene. Half of the area in the south of the east was these two grains, while the north was a large number of other crops, corn, potatoes, tomatoes, cauliflower, etc., mostly vegetables.

The only regret of Gene was that there was no fruit for sale in Brilliant City, because there was really no land to grow it. The grain base in the east was cultivated for nearly a hundred years before it finally became such a scale. Anything can be planted, including many green trees in the city, and flower seeds are all cultivated here.

The only thing is fruit. First of all, fruit trees cannot be too dense, otherwise the survival rate and fruit bearing rate will become a problem. Trees are not like crops. They grow very slowly. Although gene proliferation technology can be used to increase production, the taste and size are a bit poor. The most important thing is that they take up too much land.

Most people in the city know about fruits from textbooks, and the taste is replaced by artificial taste agents. Some fruit cakes, fruit and vegetable salads, fruit sodas, fruit wines, etc. are not made of real fruits.

The reason why Gene went to the park some time ago was because Tianai helped him a little before and pestered him for a gift, so Gene came to the Agricultural Department and took a real orange to send over.

"The old man has been missing for a few days. The things he said before should have been cultivated."

The trading station was already bustling with people early in the morning. A large number of private businessmen who did not use underground logistics pipelines commanded the mutants who worked as coolies here. These mutants who sold their physical strength have a nickname, mountain porters.

Gene landed in an alley of the trading station, holding his uniform and lighting a cigarette, he walked out slowly.

"Oh, I told you to be careful, the things inside are very expensive, and you can't carry less than 1 ton?"

A man in a suit with an angry face looked at the mutant carrying a cabinet as big as a mountain. This kind of light and shadow storage cabinet is a must-have for businessmen, and the things placed in it will not deteriorate.

And if you want to move the things in such a big box, you can only rely on mutants. Most mutants with a level of D can still carry a ton of things, but the mutant in front of you with a slightly thin figure has blushed.

Because they can only walk, these mutants with stronger strength can go back and forth twice a day, and those with less strength will not be able to come back after one trip. You can see some mountain porters gathered together everywhere on the street, barefoot, wearing loose pants and waistcoats, talking and laughing, waiting for work.

Many porters can earn at least 30 to 50 yuan a day, depending on the length of the journey and the weight of the goods. After negotiating the price with the employer, porters who can make two round trips can earn 100 yuan a day. Some places with closer distances can make three or four round trips, but there are not many such opportunities. Most merchants who do not have underground logistics pipelines are far away, because the price of transporting goods through underground logistics pipelines is much higher than that of a porter, so many merchants choose to use porters.

Most porters have two black marks on their shoulders and thick calluses on their feet, because no matter how good the shoes are, they cannot withstand the weight of hundreds of kilograms or even more than a ton for a long time without being damaged.

"Oh, be careful."

The porter who just walked over suddenly fell backwards, and the heavy light and shadow locker was about to fall to the ground. Gene had already stretched out a finger and pressed the locker.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just a little hot."

The thin porter just now apologized repeatedly and wanted to turn back to thank the person behind him, but Gene had left at this time.

Most mutants here are only at level D to E. For the lowest-level mutants, selling their physical strength is their only option. They will not work in the agricultural department because the salary is too low. Mutants who do a better job can earn 2,000 to 3,000 a month here.

This is the only way for most mutants below level C to survive. Every year, there will be a mutant promotion exam. This year's mutant promotion exam is about to begin. Only mutants who reach level C have the ability to make body scabs and are qualified to be security guards or private bodyguards. They can block bullets for their employers at critical moments and have some combat ability. Most mutants here only have strength and almost zero actual combat ability.

When they came to the fields, there were still many people busy at this time. Gene strolled among the farmland, and then began to run faster. Many people only saw a blue light passing by and a flying uniform.

After a while, Gene came to a research institute in the north east, a huge semicircular research institute, which was transparent at this time and had only one floor. The ground looked like a plantation with a large number of plants and crops. The staff of the 12th Agricultural Department were busy.

With golden rice ears as the background pattern, the number 12 of the Agricultural Department, the Eastern Guard Station can be seen in the distance. Nearly one-third of the 3rd Military Department’s troops are stationed here, because the Agricultural Department and the Criminal Management Department are both here.

After entering, you can see the 12th Agricultural Department staff in black uniforms, wearing white masks, doing something in front of pots of numbered plants. There are a total of 10 floors underground, all of which are rooms for storing a large number of samples and research.

At the edge of the east, there are rows of dormitories for the people in the Agricultural Department to rest and for those who come here to work.

"Master Gene, our section chief has been waiting for you for a long time."

A dark-skinned and somewhat poor young man came over, smiling with white teeth and a pair of bright eyes, Larry, the secretary of the 12th Agricultural Department.

"Larry, have you had breakfast?"

"Master Gene, your portion is still there, follow me."

Gene followed Larry in a corridor about 2 meters long and came to the middle of the institute, a small pavilion covered with vines.

A bowl of noodle soup was placed on the quaint wooden table in the pavilion, steaming hot.