Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World

Chapter 125 Morning Routines and New Tasks

It seemed as if something had forcibly torn it apart.

He dug a little bit deeper, but no other parts of the root appeared.

"System, do you have a function to identify plant species?"

Kim Haru couldn't shake the odd feeling about it; this root looked as if it had just appeared here out of nowhere.

The system provided no response.

Which was normal, it's in line with its usual distant attitude.

With no answer from the system and no clues as to what it was, he stored it in his system backpack for now. Planting the seeds was more important at the moment.

After that, the digging process was free of any other surprises. With only ten plots used out of a 10-by-10 grid, he had ninety remaining, which just required ninety swings of the hoe. It didn't take long before all the plots were ready.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Kim Haru looked at the neatly arranged garden beds and, feeling satisfied, opened the system backpack. Just as he was about to take out the seeds to plant, he paused mid-action.

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He realized he'd made a bit of a planning error.

He had already planted cabbages, potatoes, and soybeans, which the system had counted as mature crops. No matter how many times he replanted them, they wouldn't be counted again. These three types of seeds didn't need to be replanted in the sample plot but would instead be mass-planted in another plot he would create later.

Then there was the garlic—he only had a single clove of garlic seed. Buying more from the system store would cost one hundred gold coins each, meaning nine cloves would be nine hundred gold coins.

Very expensive.

But he was reluctant to spend that much.

Yet if he only planted a single clove...

Kim Haru imagined the scene: rows of orderly garden beds, with just one plot sticking out awkwardly. It would look completely out of place, and once it grew, it would stand out even more in its row among the identical plants.

Just picturing that scene made him feel it was a challenge to his sense of order.

He remembered that garlic could be planted in a small pot instead.

With that, out of the ten rows of beds, only six would be planted with crops.

Then why did he dig so many pits in the first place?

After a long moment of frustration, Kim Haru finally decided that since he had already dug them, he might as well plant an extra row. Besides, aside from the rapeseed, the rest were staple crops, so planting an additional row wouldn't be a problem.

With that cheerful decision be made, there was no further hesitation.

After picking out the plumpest seeds, he got to work.

He scattered the seeds, covered them with soil, and watered them.

All the seeds were planted.

Once these seeds sprouted, he would be able to see their maturity dates in the system interface.

Just as he finished planting, the distinct aroma of food began wafting from the kitchen.

"Go Okrim, how much longer?"

"Almost done! Almost done!" Go Okrim's voice came from the kitchen, sounding a bit flustered.

Kim Haru felt a twinge of concern.

Only then did he remember that Go Okrim hadn't cooked in years. Actually, could he even cook at all? Before the apocalypse, he was just an otaku kid—when would he have learned how to cook?

Cursing himself silently, Kim Haru realized that letting him into the kitchen must have been a mistake, it's maybe due to he waking up too early and not thinking very clearly so he made that decision.

He rushed into the kitchen, bracing himself.

But to his surprise, it wasn't the disaster he'd imagined.

"Kim Haru-hyung, what are you doing here? I'm almost done; just wash your hands and get ready to eat." Go Okrim noticed Kim Haru watching and turned around with a smile.

Kim Haru watched Go Okrim holding the pan of hot oil, his heart racing. "Alright, just be careful."

Go Okrim hadn't been wrong; by the time Kim Haru cleaned himself up, breakfast was ready.

But having deep-fried potato slices first thing in the morning...wasn't that a bit too greasy?

Oh well, no point in complaining; at least someone made breakfast.

Without saying anything, Kim Haru began to eat.

"Kim Haru-hyung, how does it taste? I was trying to make potato chips, but it just didn't come out right," Go Okrim said, a little disappointed.

He still remembered finding an edible bag of shrimp-flavored chips at a supermarket over two years ago. Biting into it, he'd loved the crunchiness. It was one of the best things he'd ever tasted, and he'd wanted to recreate it for Kim Haru-hyung.

But the fact that his attempt didn't turn out quite right made Go Okrim unhappy.

Kim Haru shook his head. "It's good."

And he wasn't lying. Go Okrim had sliced the potatoes thin, frying them didn't take much effort, and the blend of fried aroma with the softness of potatoes, plus the seasoning, made for a surprisingly nice dish.

Except…the potatoes didn't seem to be peeled.

"Hurry up and eat. We have work to do afterward."

"Got it!" Go Okrim perked up at Kim Haru's praise.

Breakfast wasn't too heavy, so they finished quickly, and as soon as Go Okrim washed the dishes, he hopped over to Kim Haru. "What do you need me to do?"

Kim Haru pulled out two zombies he'd been keeping in his system inventory and dropped them in front of Go Okrim. "Set up a program for them; something to help clear land would be a good start."

Across the pond lay a large, flat area with just some weeds and scattered rocks, making it ideal for a large-scale field. Kim Haru had pressed his foot down on the soil earlier, and it felt as hard as stone. Whatever material it was, he doubted he could handle it alone—perfect for the zombie-bots to try out.