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Chapter 1206 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (88)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (88)

The next day, Song Ning slept in, which was unusual for her.

It was a radio broadcast that brought him back to his senses.

This is the latest news from the storage base.

"...The base is now recruiting various talents, and the specific benefits are as follows..."

Upon hearing about those enticing offers, he immediately sat up.

Putting everything else aside, giving everyone a Crystal Core Mini Sun is indeed very attractive. Now, there are practically no people around the base who don't like Crystal Core Mini Suns.

Since we have this, no one has to worry about freezing to death anymore.

Although the consumption of crystal core fragments is considerable, at least there is hope for the future. With some effort, they should be able to get through this cold winter.

Unfortunately, after listening to the conversation, Song Ning realized that the base was looking for real talent.

He had never even heard of some of these talents' skills before. Those he had heard of were talents that various countries had been actively recruiting before the apocalypse, which shows how scarce these people were.

"Well, the potatoes should be ready to harvest in a couple of days. If I can't be a great talent, being a decent farmer isn't so bad."

Song Ning didn't stay in bed any longer and quickly got up to check on the crops.

Time flew by, and three days later, Lance was on break. The two of them specially wore some old clothes and officially began harvesting potatoes.

This was Song Ning's first time harvesting potatoes. He was a little clumsy at first, but after he dug out a lot of potatoes of various sizes, about the size of his fist, Song Ning seemed to have instantly evolved into a skilled worker.

"This one's good, it's quite big!"

Song Ning happily picked up a potato that was only slightly smaller than his fist.

I squatted down and continued pulling, and another one appeared.

"This one is good too, and it's quite big!"

Lance watched from the side and secretly made a note of it.

Ningning likes big things, I've noted that down.

They didn't plant many potatoes, but they didn't know if the seeds at the base were some kind of improved, superior seeds that were not only easy to plant but also had a high yield. All the potatoes they planted were harvested and filled half a corner of the room used to store grain.

After wiping away her sweat and changing into clean clothes, Song Ning drank water, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

"I never imagined that we could grow so much from such a small plot of land. I wonder how many kilograms are in it."

"Around 530 to 500 jin."

Lance gave a number, and both of them fell silent.

Two seconds later, Song Ning took a deep breath, handed over the cup in her hand, and smiled.

"It's okay. I've already accepted that you're Black Panther. It can't get any worse."

Lance disagreed. "What if I'm a sentient electronic scale?"

Song Ning was stunned. "Are you serious?"

Putting aside whether electronic scales can actually become sentient, was Lance really serious when he asked that question?

Lance remained silent.

Although he didn't think of himself as a real electronic scale, he vaguely sensed that he seemed to have lost some very important memories.

For example, when he had memories, he was already in his old home.

But the problem is, if he is just a black panther, how can an animal have its own place to live?

If he is not just an animal, then what is he?

With a serious expression, Lance told Song Ning his thoughts, "There's something I should forget, and I feel it's very important."

It turned out to be the case.

Song Ning suppressed his joy at harvesting 500 jin of potatoes and calmly thought for a while.

"It's okay. If you think it's a very important memory, then we can work together to find it later."

He reached out and hugged Lance. "You don't need to worry because I'm here with you."

Before, Lance was his support, and now he can also be Lance's support when Lance is confused, Song Ning thought.

Lance silently reached out and hugged him, resting his chin gently on Song Ning's shoulder, his tone revealing his undisguised happiness.

"Okay, let's go together."

The brief incident won't really have any impact on them, especially since the potatoes were harvested, and they harvested a full 500 jin!

Song Ning initially thought that Captain Man might come to buy some more from him this time, but after he had already made hot fries and shared some Lancet, there was still no movement at the door.

He mentioned this to Lance, and Lance thought about it.

“They shouldn’t lack it, after all, it’s a staple food. I remember there’s a special plot of land in the base designated for growing staple foods, and that’s where the most patrol personnel are located.”

Although he doesn't like to talk much during patrols, most of the patrol members will chat casually when they eat at the base canteen.

He naturally received this information and heard a lot of gossip about the base, which he would occasionally share with Song Ning.

"No wonder."

Song Ning understood after hearing this, and he thought about it and agreed.

Compared to vegetables, the base prioritizes staple foods to ensure everyone has enough to eat.

Only after ensuring that everyone has enough to eat will we consider growing vegetables to supplement the body's other nutritional needs.

"In that case, why don't we keep some seeds for ourselves, or even keep some to eat?"

Song Ning glanced again at the small mountain of potatoes piled up in the room, and felt inexplicably happy.

He finally understood why so many people used to enjoy playing farming games. Although the process was a bit tough and tiring, seeing the harvest made him feel like he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and kissed Lance's thin lips.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll reward you."

Lance's eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice became lower and hoarse.

"Is Ningning going to reward me?"

Something seems wrong.

Song Ning silently took a step back. "I originally wanted to, but now I want to take it back. Is that okay?"

Lance chased after him, put his arm around his waist, and asked in return.

"What do you think."

Song Ning tugged at Lance's sleeve, thinking that since things had come to this, then...

He closed his eyes and bravely kissed her.

Lance's lips are so hot, Song Ning thought.

His lips pressed against Lance's thin lips, then he gently sucked on them. It was so hot, and so noisy.

Song Ning couldn't even tell where the noise was coming from. He just felt a constant thumping sound hitting his eardrums, making his already drowsy head even more confused.

With his head down, Lance slowly gestured to Song Ning with his tongue to indicate the next step, while taking in all of Song Ning's expressions.

This person is his, his human being, his lover, his partner.