This!
Last night was so overwhelmingly thrilling that Chen Feng had almost forgotten about the check-in. He never expected the very first check-in to bring such an incredible surprise.
Originally, he had been planning to deal with this pack of animals by borrowing someone else's knife!
But now, Chen Feng had changed his mind.
Instead of calling the police or notifying the neighborhood committee, taking revenge with his own hands would be far more satisfying.
With the overpowered ability of Spatial Coordinates, he could slaughter everyone in the Quadrangle Courtyard and still never raise the slightest suspicion.
The appearance of Spatial Coordinates gave him the perfect alibi.
Even if the police suspected him, there was nothing they could do.
After all, he had an airtight alibi!
Ha, ha...
Chen Feng laughed!
Tomorrow, he would head down to the countryside to procure supplies. By then, whatever happened in the courtyard would have nothing to do with him.
Phew!
Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng forced himself to calm down. He didn't want to get too excited and leave any traces behind.
Besides, now that he had received his check-in rewards, he needed to use them. Otherwise, with his current puny limbs, even if he wanted to move against those beasts, the danger would be far too great.
"System, use the Body Cleansing Pill, Master-level Hong Quan, and Firearms Mastery."
As a thought stirred in Chen Feng's mind, a wave of power seemed to surge from deep within his body, rapidly spreading through his limbs and bones. The tingling sensation almost made him cry out.
It felt too good!
Better than a massage!
Yet this sensation came suddenly and went just as quickly.
Within mere minutes, it vanished without a trace.
Regaining his senses, Chen Feng discovered that under the transformation of this energy, his entire body felt reborn. As he gently clenched his fist, a formidable strength erupted within his palm, making him feel as though he could crush Mrs. Jia's pig-like head with a single squeeze.
Before Chen Feng even had time to test just how much stronger his body had become, memories flooded into his mind as if carved into his very bones.
In the span of a few breaths, Chen Feng completed his transformation from an ordinary person into a martial artist and a combatant.
Master-level Hong Quan provided Chen Feng with fierce offensive capabilities, making it even easier for him to deal with the beasts.
Firearms Mastery offered him a powerful safeguard, and coupled with the Marlin 1985 lever-action rifle, wiping out everyone would be an absolute breeze for Chen Feng.
However, Chen Feng had no intention of letting those bastards off that easily.
Death!
That would be letting those bastards off too lightly.
A fate worse than death was what suited them best.
Hmph!
With a cold snort,
Chen Feng shifted his attention to the second space. He hadn't expected the Super Farm System to be able to open up a secondary space—and a Workshop Space at that.
Looking at the newly added thousand mu of area, Chen Feng stepped through a curtain of light and walked over with curiosity.
The newly appeared Workshop Space was just like the initial Farm Space: bare and empty, nothing more than a flat piece of land.
"System, what is the use of the Workshop Space?"
When in doubt, ask the system.
Just like when he first acquired the Farm Space.
"Host, the Workshop Space is just as its name implies. Within the Workshop Space, the host can build various workshops, such as grain processing workshops, meat processing workshops, and tool processing workshops. Any workshop needed by the farm can be established by the host."
"Note: Workshops must be obtained through check-ins."
The system's explanation made Chen Feng's eyes light up.
As someone from a later era, Chen Feng understood all too well what the system's explanation implied.
Just like the city-building games of later generations, given enough time, he could forge an empire.
If it was as he imagined, then...
Interesting!
Utterly interesting!
A spark of ambition suddenly flared deep within Chen Feng's eyes.
Yet, having lived two lives, Chen Feng quickly calmed his racing heart.
The Workshop Space was still completely bare, without a single workshop to its name. If he wanted to achieve his goals, he still had a long way to go!
Leaving the Workshop Space, Chen Feng returned to the Farm Space and, following his previous plan, planted the grain seeds obtained from the check-in, allocating ten mu to each variety.
When he received the seeds, Chen Feng learned from the system that once matured, these premium quality seeds would yield two thousand kilograms per mu.
And that was just for wheat, rice, and corn; potatoes yielded even more, while soybeans had a slightly lower yield, yet still reached one thousand kilograms.
Even so, this was far higher than the grain yields in the real world.
To his knowledge, the per-mu yield of corn, wheat, and rice generally only reached around a thousand jin or so.
And that was in traditional jin, not kilograms.
If not for the miraculous nature of the system's appearance, Chen Feng would have thought the system was launching satellites of its own!
With a flick of his thought, Chen Feng quickly arranged all the rewards obtained from the check-in. This instantly transformed the previously desolate and dreary Farm Space.
It was now full of vitality.
The thirty-fold time flow in the real world caused the newly planted seeds to sprout immediately, bursting forth from the soil with the stubborn energy of unyielding youths.
Fruit trees blossomed with tender buds, their emerald green color giving a refreshing sensation that relaxed Chen Feng's hurried and impatient mind.
The various livestock were also properly settled, leisurely grazing on the tender green grass.
Their growth in size was visible to the naked eye.
Judging by this momentum, even if he didn't go into the mountains, he would still be able to deliver results.
However, Chen Feng had no such intention—he was still going to the countryside.
If he didn't go, how could he manufacture an alibi?
Evening!
The Quadrangle Courtyard.
The Jia family.
Jia Dongxu, who had just returned from work, had barely sat down before Mrs. Jia pulled him aside.
"Dongxu, Mom is asking you! That little bastard Chen Feng in the Rear Courtyard—was he fired by the Rolling Mill?"
"Mom, what are you talking about? Chen Feng fired? No way! If Chen Feng had been fired, the factory would have broadcasted it, but I didn't hear any broadcast today!"
Jia Dongxu couldn't understand why his mother would out of nowhere claim Chen Feng had been fired.
Chen Feng had only been at the Rolling Mill for a month; how could he possibly be fired?
In this day and age, getting a regular worker fired wasn't an easy thing to do.
Why else would they call it an iron rice bowl?
"He wasn't fired?"
Mrs. Jia's face was full of disappointment.
"Why wasn't that little bastard fired? I saw him coming back so early today and thought for sure he got the sack!"
"Heaven really is blind!"
Mrs. Jia's grumbling left Jia Dongxu somewhat speechless.
Yet his mother's words did remind him of something.
"Mom, I know why Chen Feng came back so early. I heard in the workshop that the factory gave the Procurement Section a task: to get two hundred jin of meat each within a week. He probably came back early because of that reason!"
Mrs. Jia didn't care at all about her son's speculation.
Right now, what she cared about most was those two hundred jin of meat.
"Dongxu, is what you're saying true? Can Chen Feng really get his hands on two hundred jin of meat?"
"Who knows? Anyway, this is a task assigned by the factory. Even if they can't manage it, they've got to find a way to finish it!"
Jia Dongxu didn't look at Mrs. Jia's face; right now, he only knew that he was starving.
"Qin Huairu! Qin Huairu, where the hell did you die off to? Not cooking—are you trying to starve me to death?"