1.8 billion people sounded like a small number, but in fact, this number was several times more than in the Middle Ages.
Therefore, it was not difficult to find someone.
Reid quickly got the answer. He then took out a thick robe and wrapped it around his body. His figure disappeared into the sandstorm that made it difficult for people to move.
Fortunately, this world was not completely wrapped in sandstorms.
Although sandstorms occurred frequently and the desert was expanding day by day, it would take at least a few decades before it completely covered the whole world.
However, it was hard to say whether this was lucky or a greater misfortune.
In short, Reid was now walking in a farm.
It was different from any farm that he had ever seen. The sky was gray, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. There was no sunlight, and there was a plant that he had never seen before growing on the farm. It seemed to be a variant of sweet potato or potato. The part that was exposed on the ground only reached his calves. The leaves were still green, but they were covered with a thick layer of light yellow dust.
Therefore, as far as the eye could see.
The whole land was the color of sandstorm. Vision was blurred, and the world was dark.
Just from the visual effect, this world was full of desolation.
Especially for people like Reid who came from the Kingdom of God, this feeling was even more obvious.
Soon, he was discovered by the people on the farm.
Five dilapidated trucks drove over, and there were armed drones above his head. Reid could feel that he was being targeted by many weapons.
"Who are you?" A voice came from the front.
"Reid Anrus." Reid raised his hands. "I'm from Grand Farm, 50 kilometers away. You can check my name and identity on the identity system."
In this world, some people only wanted to enjoy themselves, so they committed crimes. Although there were still armies to maintain order and regular sweeps, people outside the city were very vigilant.
Soon, the people on the other side confirmed Reid's identity through the identity system.
"An agriculturist? Welcome, Mr. Reid. " A middle-aged man who looked like a salesman got out of the car. Although he was holding a weapon, the muzzle was facing down, and he looked a lot less vigilant.
After all, food was the most important thing in this era.
Therefore, agriculturists had a high status.
They could help solve some problems on the farm and increase the production of food.
This was also the reason why Reid asked the artificial intelligence to arrange this identity for him.
When the middle-aged man and the few people behind him got out of the car, he quickly observed them.
He was thin and wore tattered clothes. Although he seemed to have a good attitude, there was an obvious dispiritedness between his eyebrows, giving people a gloomy and dispirited feeling.
Was it already this serious?
Reid didn't expect that a few people he randomly found would be like this.
However, he still quickly went up to greet him.
"I'm here to investigate some plant fungi. Recently, several new fungi have appeared."
As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man and the people behind him visibly crumbled.
"Well, this is terrible news, damn fungus!" The middle-aged man in the lead walked up quickly and extended his hand to Reed. At the same time, he looked at him more carefully. "But I still have to welcome you, Mr. Reed. Just call me Nader. I'm the manager of this farm. I used to be a mechanical engineer, but now I'm a farmer."
Nader purposely said that he used to be a mechanical engineer just to show that he had also received higher education.
He was not easy to fool.
It wasn't that he was overly vigilant, but something like this had happened before. Some agriculturists who didn't have any skills used this identity to scam other farms.
"Nice to meet you, Nader," Reid said smoothly.
"Let's go. It's lunchtime now. Where's your car?"
"I took the bus here."
"Wise choice. A normal car can't withstand the damn sandstorm."
“.....”
Reid had a simple conversation with the group. Every one of them, including Nader, was complaining about the world.
If they weren't complaining about the plant diseases caused by fungi, they were complaining about the weather, the temperature, and the robbers. They even mentioned that two people in the farm had chosen euthanasia some time ago and everyone had thrown a party to send them off.
Reid relied on his brilliant acting skills and didn't show any flaws.
However, he didn't forget his purpose.
Although he could already see some things from these daily conversations, he still wanted to see more in-depth things.
"This is indeed a terrible world, but there's still some good news." Reid showed an expectant smile. "The World Academy of Agricultural Sciences has invented a highly effective culture fluid. It can increase the yield of crops by 20%. When it's mass-produced, it won't be so easy to starve."
Reid wasn't just saying that casually.
In fact, such a culture fluid did exist and it had been widely publicized by the government.
However, Nader still looked uninterested.
He just casually replied, "Yeah, I know that. The savior of the world. Since last year, they announced that the experiment was a great success, but until now, I still haven't seen the savior. Even if it's 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 be long before it's defeated by a new super fungus. Damn it! Ten years ago, the yield of crops was twice as high as now! "
Nader wasn't the only one who didn't react to such news.
The others were almost the same.
At this moment, they seemed to have found a topic that everyone wanted to vent their frustrations on.
"They don't need the effect to last too long. They just need to reduce the population more than the food."
"If there's a day when I don't eat, I'd rather die of euthanasia than starve to death."
"It's useless for them to say anything now. The real savior will at least make the sky blue, the ground green, and the damn weather not so hot."
"Anyway, in 50 years, humans will be extinct. It doesn't matter what those people say."
"I still hope that this time it's more reliable. Even if it increases the yield by 10%, it'd be better if it's not so expensive."
"Hahaha, as expected of a young man."
“.....”
The last one who showed some anticipation was a young man of 28 years old. He was already the youngest in this farm.
Perhaps it was because of his age, but he still had some expectations for life.
As for the others, they were completely different.
Although they seemed to be talking and laughing, but, from the way they talked about death without avoiding it, it was just a kind of indifference after they had completely given up.
It was like a terminally ill patient who accepted reality.
At worst, they would die. It couldn't be worse.
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