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"..." "Okay, I'll give you another checkup, it might hurt a little." Warfarin and the man looked at each other for a long time, and finally gave up, and called the nurse to push the bed into the equipment room, ready to carry out a more detailed examination. check.

"Organic nerve damage leads to memory impairment..." Kelsey fell into silence, "..."

"Can it be recovered?"

"Probably not. The result of the examination is severe blood loss, which leads to memory damage caused by brain hypoxia, or because of organic necrosis of brain memory nerves. In fact, he can still be alive instead of brain dead. It is already... ...a miracle."

According to the results of the warfarin examination, the doctor's brain and body were seriously damaged, and his ability to survive was already the result of his own physique and the repair of the medical cabin.

"But it doesn't rule out that there is a certain small probability that the event will resume, right?" Kelsey himself knew what the answer was, but he still asked.

"Well, in theory, we don't know much about the brain, and maybe it can be fixed over time, but even if a miracle happens, it will take a long, long time."

"It doesn't matter, we don't need him for the time being." Kelsey sighed, "I hope that we are the only ones he forgets, and the talents of the past are still in him."

After a few days,

"PhD."

"I, I don't remember that this is my name." The man frowned deeply, he didn't remember his name, he didn't remember his past, but he was vaguely familiar with the few old friends in front of him who were said to be him Feelings and strange emotions, but I can't even remember what it's like to get along with them.

"It's a good thing not to remember the name, after all..." Kelsey seemed to want to explain something, but she swallowed the rest of the words and replaced them with a slightly mocking tone no matter how she heard them, "After all, you It's not the you you used to be, after sleeping for these years, everything has changed."

"Really? It's a good thing not to have a name..." The doctor looked at his hands, "So, what have I done in the past?"

"There's no need to care about that kind of thing anymore. Anyway, you're alive now, and Rhodes Island is still there. The past...has nothing to do with you." Kelsey replied indifferently, she didn't want to use This way, however, every time I see this guy's innocent face, I feel a burst of nameless anger.

He refused to say anything at the beginning, his own background, his own purpose, his own plan, these are only he and Theresa who grasp the overall situation, while the others are just tool people, he said it was for safety, but in the end Woolen cloth?But now, when he woke up, he told himself that he didn't remember anything, he didn't know anything, it was just...

"coward!"

"...you just now?" "Nothing" Kelsey put on a normal expression, "Since you don't remember anything, then we need to re-test you to see what you are Remember something."

The "good" man had no objection, he never objected to such reasonable advice.

"It seems that the personality has not changed... It's just that the memory is lost, how long can this kind of past personality residue exist?" Kelsey frowned slightly as she watched the man leave, "Hope, it's not the worst kind I thought. situation."

Rhode Island training room, "Let's test first, how much tactical knowledge do you remember?"

"Tactical?" The doctor was a little puzzled. Judging from the name of the doctor, it should be some scholars, why would they test this.

"The first is the type of operator. This is a sniper operator who uses long-range weapons such as crossbows and guns. They are responsible for..." "This is not a gun." The doctor didn't know why he concluded, "No matter what it is, it is definitely not pistol."

He picked up the weapon in the opponent's hand, pulled the bolt with a trace of familiarity, loaded it, raised it, and pulled the trigger, nothing happened, so he was stunned.

"I, I may have confused something..."

"This is indeed not a gun, you are not mistaken, but it seems that you remembered something." Kelsey stood at the door with her hands folded.

"That was made by Boss Xia, a weapon he called a rifle, um, so, you are actually from the same place, the Star Alliance, right?"

"No, I don't have any impression, I'm not from there" The doctor shook his head.

"Is it, or don't remember?"

"No, what you said before, I know that I remembered it in the past. In retrospect, there is only a blank space. No matter how I try to recall, I can't find the slightest fragment. It seems to be a void, but the name you just said-I don't have it at all. I have never heard of any impression." The doctor's answer this time was very certain, "So, you must have made a mistake."

"Is that so?" Kelsey was a little surprised. It seemed that he had guessed wrong about the true origin of the doctor, but at least one thing is certain, "Although you may come from different places or forces, But you also know this weapon called a rifle, right?"

"...I'm not sure." The doctor thought for a while, "I don't know, maybe that's the case, shall we continue?"

"Go on, let me see how much of the past you have left!"

Chapter 59 We Call It The Harvest

At dawn, the bagpipes are called out, and the farm rule is that the cock crows to get up to work, around 5-6 in the morning, and then clean up the housework, and enter the yard to overhaul vehicles and tools around 6:06. Depart from 30 to [-] o'clock and go to the farmland planting area where the work is done.

After arriving at the place, set up a small stove, heat up breakfast and start eating. After eating, rest for about ten minutes, and then start working.Until noon, a special person will deliver meals and electrolyte drinks. Corn syrup plus synthetic cellulose and electrolyte sweet drinks are the best supplies for replenishing physical strength.

Although mechanization is popularized on farms, manual labor is still terribly heavy. Even the team with Lao Xia's Bull doesn't need to manually bundle, at least they need to throw the packed bales onto the truck.

Not to mention that the bagpipe team has no such good things at all. They have to pack them manually, throw them on small carts, and send them to the truck next to them. This is all hard work, but the good news is that, It is late autumn in Ursus, and the sun hangs weakly in the sky.

The environment in the north of Ursas is similar to that of Moscow, and it has to go north. The polar day and the polar night have already formed two unique astronomical phenomena, the long night and the white night. In fact, many people do not know that on the earth, there will already be a white night in the north of Paris. By the way, the latitudes are actually... quite high.

The cold wind mixed with fine snow continued to blow the field, and the dense blue plants covered the ground with a thick layer.

"This is 'Night Mushroom', a biological nitrogen fertilizer. It can also be used as feed and processing raw materials. When harvesting, you need to pay attention to adjusting the mode of the harvesting frame." The master in charge of explaining the bagpipes and leading the team pointed to the densely packed The key position, "the depth is plus one, if the wheat is harvested, it is plus three, and potatoes are minus seven, I will post these stalls and corresponding crops here for you."

Although most of the hired workers on the farm are standard illiterates, not all of them are. If it is just to write a note, there are still quite a few.

"Ka Ka Ka ~" Amidst the sound of the gears running, the harvesting truss slowly lowered, "The harvesting of night mushrooms should start from the side and cannot be driven directly in. Only when it overflows can it be truly harvested."

This blue thing is a kind of slime mold, not even a mushroom, but something like Tai Sui. They will form a thick layer of terrible dark blue on the ground, which is wet and soft when stepped on, as if A layer of living flesh.

The umbrella surface is glued together, and the bottom is connected by countless filaments in the soil. This kind of organism will rely on multiple layers of photosynthesis to use carbon dioxide to synthesize methanol during the day, and then decompose and synthesize it into glycogen, which is used as an energy source for respiration at night.

And at night, it will crazily consume the energy and substances accumulated during the day to grow itself. At night, countless fan-shaped structures like palms will stretch out from this blue field, speeding up the capture of nitrogen molecules in the air, and even It emits a faint cold light to prey on insects.

At the beginning, this ghost-like scenery intimidated the locals a lot, and they all thought it was hard work to go to the mushroom field for night duty, but later found that this thing is harmless to people, and after getting used to this cold light, it feels quite beautiful.

The layered palm structure will form the shape of flowers and leaves. With the light blue cold light and the planting area of ​​square kilometers, there is a unique dreamy feeling at night, and of course, there is also a sense of horror that matches it.

These structures will wither before the sun rises, turning into layers of humus waiting to rot at the roots, and eventually become new soil, and harvesting means shoveling it and preparing to plant other crops to digest each other's savings These nitrogen fertilizers and other fertilizers come down.

The slime mold bulging spheres formed by it are the harvested crops themselves. Because they contain a lot of water and are heavy, a very foul-smelling juice will gush out when touched a little.

Therefore, the job of the Bagpipe team is to use automatic harvesting equipment to cut these things up, hang them on the field, wait for the water to evaporate, and the whole thing will collapse and become a lump... Uh, a disgusting thing .

Afterwards, the hired workers will shovel these wrecks into the cart, put them into wooden barrels one by one, and send them to the workshop to ferment into feed. This is not livestock feed, but feed for livestock feed. Simply put, it is feed for maggots raised on the farm.

Finally, it becomes a high-quality live feed rich in protein and various amino acids, and the chicken and eggs fed this live feed have a unique flavor, which is different from synthetic meat. After all, there are thousands of flavor substances To distinguish them one by one and add them back, the cost is too high, the process is too complicated, and too much manpower is wasted. It is not as convenient as raising chickens directly.

"Come on, bring this, this thing is good for everything, but the smell is special." The driver who led the team gave the bagpipe a thick mask.

"No need, I also took care of cows and horses at home, and I also encountered shoveling horse manure." Bagpipe shook her head. She is not the kind of young lady. When she was at home, did she not do any farm work?

"No, I suggest you bring it with you. The smell is not... comparable to horse manure." The driver hesitated, "Our people not only shoveled horse manure, but also used manure to ferment fertilizer and feed fish. , the dirt and smell can withstand it, you see who didn’t bring it.”

"Is it that scary?"

"Yes, when masks were not issued before, some people passed out and almost drowned themselves in the fertilizer bucket." It is rich in protein, various cellulose and sugar, which means that when this thing is exposed to the sun, the water vapor Once steamed, the taste can be used as poisonous gas.

The slime mold spheres of night mushrooms are about the size of watermelons. They are easily picked off and slowly shrivel on the soil, leaching out foul-smelling juices. These liquids are also good liquid base fertilizers.

The blanket-like structure formed by the ordinary slime mold is scraped clean by the harvester, turning into layers of blue stinky mud in the truck body, and after simple fermentation and treatment, it will turn into fertile soil again shop back.

These "mushrooms" cannot be eaten by humans, and no one would want to eat these things that smell worse than shit. They are mainly pure feed and fertilizer crops, and no one even knows where the boss got them. But a useful species.

It took a whole morning to harvest the mushroom field, and after it was fully volatilized, the smell was no longer so bad. The hired workers shoveled the ooze from the completely dead slime mold spheres into buckets, sealed it, and stacked it on the field ridge.

"Go take a shower, go smell it, and then eat." A water tank truck came over with clean water, and the workers quickly built two simple shower rooms. A portable heat tower, a small root stone battery can provide heat for a long time, and it can also heat water pipes so that hot water is available in the rain.

After a morning of work, there is nothing more relaxing than taking a hot shower, changing into dry clothes, and sitting by the warm stove for lunch.

"Next, these mushroom mud will be piled for two hours. We can take a little rest. I suggest that it is best to take a nap, because the highlight is in the afternoon." The water must be fully dried, otherwise, not only will the smell be terrible Bone erosion, and a certain degree of toxicity, would cause accidents for the ruthless protein-making machine in the insect greenhouse.

The staple food for lunch is very common bread, two slices of whole wheat flour bread, the bran and shell powder are all beaten into powder and mixed with germ powder, coarse bread without distinction, because the pressure of the steel roller is much greater than that of the stone mill windmill, the fineness of the powder It is very high, and although it tastes rough, it doesn't scratch the throat at all, which surprised the bagpipe who had brought a bottle of water and was going to soften it before eating.

As a girl from a peasant family, she knew it was baked rough bread just by looking at its dark brown appearance. Even if no sawdust was added, pebbles and sand would be mixed in, and it hurt her teeth very much.

But when you eat it, it's not as soft and delicious as the thin bread, but it's surprisingly smooth, and you won't feel like someone is scratching your throat with a knife.

The side dish is a vegetable salad with sour cream, with a generous fried steak, the condiment is salt with a small amount of sesame seeds and a small jar of salted lard.

"You guys just eat this?" Bagpipe watched the farmers wash their hands quickly, picked up a wooden table knife, scraped lard and spread it on the bread slices.

"It's normal for Ms. Bagpipe to come from a big city and not get used to it. However, our conditions here can only go so far. How about this? Next time, I'll ask the production team next door for you. They manage the cloudberry slope. Can't get you some cloudberry jam."

Everyone seemed friendly, but what Bagpipe wanted to say was not that the food was unaccustomed or the quality was too poor, but—this is the food at the level of a small Casimir farmer!

No, the average small farmer can only open fire like this when the farming is busy, and they don't have the guts to do so at ordinary times. This way of eating, the output of the field is not enough for themselves, let alone the tithes of the gentlemen.

The food of farmers in Victoria may be slightly better. After all, it is a powerful country with rich products and good industry. However, ordinary farmers and workers...whether they can have such a meal on a major festival is hard to say up.

"I didn't mean that, I mean, is this your daily meal? It feels... pretty good." I wanted to say it was a bit extravagant, but considering the production here, I changed it to not bad.

"Well, that's not true." The production team leader scratched his bear ears, "Now it's barely considered a slack time for farming. During the harvest a few days ago, I couldn't resist eating this kind of dry food. It would be really bad. I have to get up and work at dawn, and I don’t go to sleep until midnight, and everyone has no appetite, and just wants to fall asleep.”

If you can be lazy in farm work, you can’t be lazy at the time of harvest. Half to ninety people can travel hundreds of miles, and it’s the same in agriculture, especially when there is a bumper harvest. Put it away before the rain and snow come, otherwise it will be in the rotten field, and it will end up like this after a year of hard work-it is to grit your teeth and make sure to harvest as quickly as possible.

"Well, is the harvest good?" Bagpipe has never seen the harvest here, but the newly planted seedlings in the field are indeed growing well, and they don't look like they were in the cold wind and snow.

"It's been very good all the time, I can't tell. In short, the silos you see can usually be fully filled. If one is not filled, it means that production has been reduced."

The team leader pointed to the rows of grain storage silos in the distance, and those who didn't know it thought it was an intercontinental missile launch site.

"So much~" There are only two such silos in Bagpipe's house. When the weather is good and the harvest is good, one can be filled and the other is half full. After all, people have to eat, so inviting those wheat customers to harvest wheat is also a matter of taking care of food. , it must have meaty smell, and it will be quite damaged.

The silos here almost form a grain storage array. I heard that a large-scale underground storage was also planned to be dug, but due to the limited construction capacity of the locals, this kind of project was too large and was abandoned.

"Ah, you haven't seen the summer harvest, it's so spectacular!" A young Ursus man said, as if he wanted to show off in front of the beautiful girl, "We harvest cold-resistant wheat in winter and autumn. The harvest is high-yielding wheat, and I heard from the technical officer above that this kind of wheat is relatively delicate and not easy to grow. Last year we tried to plant a crop, and I don’t know if it was good luck or bad luck, and there were not many deaths.”

"High-yielding wheat?" Bagpipe tilted his head. Aren't they planting high-yielding wheat now?

"Well, about an acre of land...Boss, who owns our summer harvest records?"

"For the field of eight groups, 1700 pounds is almost 1800 pounds?"

"Huh!?" Bagpipe looked confused, "Do you mean the unit in Victoria by pound?" A pound is about 0.4 kilograms and less than half a kilogram, which means that these guys harvested nearly 800 kilograms of wheat for one acre of land.

"That's right, but Miss Tallulah is still very dissatisfied, saying that we wasted high-yielding seeds." "Wait a minute, one mu of land is almost [-] pounds, and she said you were wasting seeds?"

[Modern wheat, the highest yield of Yuanfeng wheat in China is close to 1900 pounds per mu at 2000 pounds. To be honest, the high-yielding wheat of the interstellar era finally yielded 1800 pounds per mu. It is already a representative of benevolence and kindness that Talula did not hang them up and smoke them. , according to Lao Xia's standards, what the hell are they growing so much that their yields have been greatly reduced, and it can even be called: no harvest]

"Yeah!" These farmers also looked depressed, "So, we won't let us plant that this year, and send it all to the boss, saying that it is going to be planted in a more suitable place. It is really cheap for those demons. Guy!"

"Hey, let's not say a few words, Sarkaz played those things for you before anyway, come on, come on, honey tea is full! At least we have enough honey tea here!"

The farm’s White Rabbit Honey and Xiaolu Bee Industry are completely different enterprises. The former actually sells processed honey, and its main business is “Snowland Premium Honey Black Tea”, while the latter purely sells honey. Strictly speaking, the former It's a winery.

It’s just that Ursus, like most Terra countries, forbids private brewing of wine. Licenses and quotas are required for wine making. After all, the food production in this place is not very good. If it is used for wine making, accidents will happen.

The alcohol tax is a luxury tax, which leads to the existence of a lot of illegal bootleg alcohol, but the farm is different. The emperor of Ursas can't collect the wine tax here, but he is unwilling to open this hole.

Based on the common interests of temporarily needing to work under one skin, the two parties took a step back. Lao Xia does not declare in the name of drinks, and the other side does not manage them in the form of drinks.

In this way, it will not open this hole for others. After all, no matter how profitable other moonshine wine is, it is impossible to organize a super-heavy armored company to come out. This threshold is here, so there is no need to worry about the moonshine brewing around under the sign of "mushroom tea" Sell.

And because of the need to give this face, the main output of White Rabbit Honey is various strange teas such as "mushroom tea", "black tea", "Ousas oolong tea", "apple fragrance tea stored in wooden barrels", of course, On the surface, it exists as a subspecies of "honey tea".

In fact, everyone knew what it was, and they all tacitly understood it. Only when it comes to drinking, Ursas's thinking leaps forward quickly, and he can be called a flexible mind and quick wit.

"However, the boss said that we have no harvest. I still have a different opinion on this matter!" Lao Xia saw that they gave you a complete harvest in the first season, and directly asked Tallulah to send all the seeds to Longmen, and Tallulah After knowing the real yield and the results of their planting, they dare not waste seeds and fertilizers.