1.8 billion people may sound like a small number, but in fact, this number is already several times that of the Middle Ages.

So it's not hard to find people.

Reed quickly got the answer, then took out a thick robe, rolled it up around his body, and disappeared into the wind and sand that was enough to make it difficult to walk.

Fortunately, this world is not completely wrapped in wind and sand.

Although sandstorms occur frequently and deserts are expanding day by day, it will take at least several decades to completely cover the world.

However, it is hard to say whether this is luck or a greater misfortune.

Anyway, Reed is now walking among a farm.

It was different from any farm in his impression. The sky was an endless gray sky with no sun, and there was no sunlight. What was planted on the farm was a plant that he had never seen before. It seemed to be

Sweet potato or some variety of potato, the exposed part on the surface is only up to the calf, the leaves are still green, but they are covered with a thick light yellow gray layer.

So look around.

The entire land is the color of wind and sand, the vision is blurred, and the sky and earth are dim.

Just from the visual effects alone, this world is full of desolation.

Especially for people like Reed who come from the Kingdom of God, this feeling is even more obvious.

Soon, he was discovered by people on the farm.

Five dilapidated trucks were approaching, and there were drones loaded with weapons overhead. Reid could feel that he was being targeted by many weapons.

"Who is it?" A voice came from the front.

"Reed Anruth." Reed raised his hands, "I come from Grande Farm, fifty kilometers away. My name and identity can be found on the identity system."

In this world, there are some people who only want to have fun, so they do evil. Although there are still troops to maintain order and conduct regular raids, people outside the city are very vigilant.

Soon, the person on the other side determined Reed's identity through the identity system.

"Agriculturalist? Welcome, Mr. Reed." A middle-aged man who seemed to be quite sales-y stepped out of the car. Although he was holding a weapon, the muzzle was pointed downward, and he looked much less wary.

After all, food is the most important in this era.

Therefore, the status of agriculturalists is high.

They can help farms solve some problems and increase food production.

And this is why Reed asked artificial intelligence to assign this identity to himself.

When the middle-aged man and a few people behind him got out of the car, he had already quickly observed these people.

He was thin and wore shabby clothes. Although he seemed to have a good attitude, there was an obvious malaise between his eyebrows, giving people a gloomy and decadent feeling.

Has it become serious enough?

Reed did not expect that a few random people would be like this.

But he quickly greeted him.

"I came here to do some plant fungi investigation, and several new fungi have appeared recently."

After saying this, the expressions of the middle-aged man and several people behind him visibly dropped.

"Well, this is really bad news, damn fungus!" The middle-aged man in the lead walked up quickly, stretched out his hand to Reid, and looked at him more carefully, "But I still welcome you, Reid

Sir, just call me Nader, I am the administrator of this farm, a former mechanical engineer and now a farmer."

Nader specifically stated that he was once a mechanical engineer, just to show that he also received higher education.

It's not easy to fool.

This is not because he is too vigilant, but something like this has happened. Some agriculturalists who have no ability at all use this identity to go to various farms to defraud people.

"Hello, Nader." Reid said politely.

"Let's go. It's lunch time now. Where's your car?"

"I came here by bus."

"Choose wisely, ordinary cars can't withstand a damn sandstorm."

"..."

Reed briefly communicated with these people. Everyone, including Nader, was full of complaints about the world.

They were either complaining about plant diseases caused by plant fungi, or they were complaining about the weather, the temperature, the bandits, and they even talked about two people on the farm choosing euthanasia some time ago, and everyone held a party to send them off.

Reed relied on his superb acting skills and did not show any flaws.

But he did not forget his purpose.

Although he could already see something from these daily conversations, he still wanted to see something deeper.

"This is indeed a bad world, but there is still some good news." Reed showed an expectant smile, "At the World Academy of Agricultural Sciences, a highly efficient culture medium has been invented that can convert crops into

If the output is increased by 20 percent, once mass production is achieved, it will not be so easy to go hungry."

This was not something Reed said casually.

In fact, such a culture medium does exist, and it has been widely publicized by the authorities.

However, Nader still looked uninterested.

He just responded casually: "Yes, I know that, the savior of the world. The experiment has been declared a success since last year, but I haven't seen the savior until now. Even if it is really effective, I don't know how expensive it is."

, and it’s hard to say how long the effect will last. Anyway, it won’t take long for it to be defeated by the new super fungus. As for increasing production by 20%? Damn it! Ten years ago, food production was twice as much as it is now!”

Nader wasn't the only one who had no reaction to the news.

The rest of the people are pretty much the same.

At this time, it seemed that we had found a topic that everyone wanted to vent about, and everyone spoke up.

"They don't need the effect to last too long, they just need to reduce the population by more than the reduction in food."

"If there is no food for one day, I would rather euthanasia than starve to death."

"It's no use what they say now. The real savior will at least make the sky blue and the ground green so that the damn weather won't be so hot anymore."

"Humanity will be extinct in fifty years anyway, no matter what those people say."

"I still hope that this time it can be more reliable, even if it can increase production by 10%, it is best not to be so expensive."

"Hahaha, you are indeed a young man."

"...."

The last one who showed some expectation was a twenty-eight-year-old boy, already the youngest on this farm.

Perhaps because of his age, he still has a little expectation for life.

The rest of the people are completely different.

Although they seemed to be talking and laughing, it can be seen from the fact that they did not avoid talking about death that this was just a kind of indifference after they had completely given up.

Like a terminally ill patient accepting reality.
Chapter completed!