There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

That's right, all the radishes I planted have been harvested. The indescribable, pale creatures that were originally buried deep underground, absorbing nutrients, completed their growth overnight.

The lush leaves that had once stood out on the ground had all turned a dull yellow and withered, drooping listlessly like a pack of overtime workers who had just finished a long night of overtime and were now in an endless slumber.

The irregular protrusions on the ground indicate that the radish buried deep underground has absorbed enough nutrients to swell to an unprecedented extent. It has not only cracked the soil, creating fissures, but some parts have even swelled above the ground, revealing their pale white trunks.

This wild and vigorous vitality makes me a little worried: will the land that has grown super radishes have enough nutrients to grow anything else in the future?

So I woke up the kappa in the middle of the night and guided it with supreme magic to transform its desire for cucumbers into the key to unleashing its initiative, so it could harvest the cucumbers overnight. Of course, I also promised the kappa that if it helped me harvest this radish, I would plant a cucumber field in the next phase, and the benefits would be enormous.

Unfortunately, Gots works on the ranch during the day, so the kappa can't come out openly. The only time he can do some private work is at midnight.

Encouraged by the cucumber, the kappa's beady eyes almost shone, making me suspect that it had secretly trained to have fiery eyes.

This is obviously unacceptable. It hasn't even completed three years of individual trainee training under the tutelage of Patriarch Bodhi, how can it possibly steal knowledge of singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball? This isn't how it was written in Zhang Chengen's original work. You're going to have to apologize to the entire nation for this!

But under the moonlight, the kappa transformed into a miniature brick-moving whirlwind, darting left and right with its sharp claws, practically slicing through carrots with a single swipe. Judging by its strength, the story of the kappa's love for wrestling isn't entirely unfounded. Seeing it standing firmly on the ground, its legs rooted to the spot, reminded me of that colossal, earth-shattering deep-sea predator!

"Kappa, stop!" I called to the kappa who was engrossed in its work, and brought the green creature to my side.

"What is it, Master?"

The kappa came closer in a soft voice, and I could hear it muttering under its breath, "Give me a cucumber...give me a cucumber..."

Hey! That's such a chatterbox!

You won't be satisfied without at least two plates of cashew chicken!

"Put this on for me." I handed the kappa a hat made of twigs and dead leaves and let him put it on his head. "Don't take it off. Especially when you're working, if you're wearing this, people will just think you're a walking grass or a trumpet sprout."

The kappa curiously picked up the straw hat, adjusted its size, and put it on his head. "Master, I understand the logic. But why are there three bumps on this hat?"

I said with dissatisfaction, "Fine, I'll wear it. Why all the nonsense? Ever heard of the red horn with triple speed?"

“But this isn’t red!” the kappa retorted.

"Red is dyed with the blood of the enemy!"

I kept muttering suspicious things to encourage it to continue its task and try to finish before dawn.

Ignoring the process, it was completed smoothly before dawn. In front of my house, the flat ground was piled high with radishes, layer upon layer, a truly magnificent sight!

Then I ran to the beach, woke up Zack who was fast asleep, and dragged him to the ranch to measure the harvest.

"The total is... 141 kilograms!"

Zach looked at the reading on the scale with sleepy eyes, thought he had misread it, rubbed his eyes and looked at it twice more before finally announcing the result.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible!" Zack exclaimed, patting my shoulder. "Is there some kind of magic here?! 141 kilograms of radishes grew on just 25 square meters of land! And it only took three days!"

I pushed him away without a second thought. "141 kilograms...that's barely 7500 jin per mu, not even reaching 10,000 jin per mu. It seems so-so..."

"Do you know what you're saying?!" Zack roared. "Do you even know anything about farming?!"

I chuckled dismissively. "I'm known as the King of Firepower Farming, with fire tattoos on my left hand and strength writing on my right. You actually doubt that I know anything about farming? Do you know about Jin Ke La (a type of fertilizer)?"

"It's so-so. But if we harvest every three days, the yield is about the same as potatoes. As long as we can get through these three days, there are several other crops coming to market in rotation, so we won't have to worry about not having enough to eat."

I figured that now that I had the radishes, all that was left to get me to my goal of feeding the whole town for three days was figuring out how to trick everyone into eating them…

"Zack, do you have any secret seasonings?"

"What seasoning?" Zack asked.

"It's that kind of... that kind of... very unusual, so that once you take one bite you can't help but want to take a second bite, it's fragrant and spicy, and you feel uncomfortable if you don't eat it for a day, you'd be willing to go bankrupt to keep eating it..." I tried to describe it.

“That’s practically drugs!” Zack roared.

"Tch, he doesn't even know who Dali and Kao Mianjin are, yet he dares to show his face in public..." I said regretfully.

"It's time to show our true skills! Pigsy, grab the stuff and let's go!"

I swaggered out of the ranch, only to hear Zack's furious roar behind me, "Wait a minute! Who's Pigsy?! I don't understand a word he says!"

Chapter 230 I Have a Brilliant Plan

“That’s how it is, boss.” I gave the boss an innocent smile and explained my intentions. “If you don’t mind, I will requisition the tavern for the next few days to serve as a temporary canteen for the town, providing food to everyone at low prices.”

Zach, puzzled, asked, "Marcus, why don't you just give it to me for free? I can pay for it."

Boss Dart said calmly, "It's because you share the same concerns as me."

We both turned to the boss and listened to his explanation: "Providing food and drink directly is certainly good, as it can earn you a good reputation. However, there are bound to be people in the crowd who are too proud to do it. This kind of charity will not only fail to help, but will also have the opposite effect."

Dart's concern became even more apparent: "What's more dangerous is that in this situation, not only will it anger the proud group, but it will also trigger the rebellious mentality of those who feel justified in freeloading, thus escalating the conflict between the two groups."

"Those who initially lacked subjective bias and constituted the largest group of people in terms of numbers would gradually take sides and form distinct factions in the power struggle between the two sides. The most dangerous period would be the emergence of a third centrist who attempts to bridge the gap, a centrist commonly known as a peacemaker. As the most courted by both sides, they are highly likely to be subtly and completely overturn your efforts under the influence of revisionist ideology, turning it into a meaningless movement to redistribute wealth..."

Zack nodded thoughtfully and said, "Boss, you're right. Just like dealing with sailors on a ship, being too lenient and accommodating is more destructive than being strict. I've seen captains who used whipping at the drop of a hat work until they were over seventy, while those who liked to mingle with the sailors were usurped and banished by their subordinates early on, ending up disgraced."

Zach's idea is clearly derived from his previous work experience, and it has a very strong subjective color and empiricism. It can be said to be a kind of empathetic reasoning.

Dart's insight stemmed from a profound understanding of human nature, derived from a rigorous set of logic guiding behavior. The underlying message of "the people can be made to follow a path, but not to understand it" resonated with me, suggesting a level of understanding far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend…

But the two bosses...

I simply wanted to use my position as sheriff to open this cafeteria, to bring convenience to everyone while also using my power to make a little money for personal gain. It's not as complicated as you all think.

Also, what did Dart do before?

Where did you learn these dark tactics?

How can you so easily lead people to think of such a dark place?

The scary thing about this kind of person is that you can never guess what he's thinking, but he can accurately grasp your thoughts. In this way, his thoughts are always in a Schrödinger's cat state, and he will never know whether he is wearing anything until you lift up his skirt!

Such people tend to be more unpredictable in their actions. Just when you think they're about to attack, they strategically retreat; just when you think they're about to retreat, they immediately attack. When you think they're either attacking or retreating, they show signs of wanting to negotiate, stalling for time and playing games with you.

When you can't take it anymore, when you realize he's just playing you for a fool, and when you're furious and ready to fight, his knife might already be at your throat.

The ultimate example of this type of person is Guo Jia from the Three Kingdoms period. He would even suddenly die in front of you if it weren't absolutely necessary. He truly risked his life to be a spokesperson for Metersbonwe.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please listen to me!" I quickly stopped their rambling thoughts and steered the conversation back on track. "Since I'm planning to open a canteen, I naturally want to do something practical for everyone. I've been in Goose City... ptooey, ptooey, I've been in Mineral Town for a while now. We need to wipe out the bandits, kill Si Lang, and this time, we need to handle this important matter even better!"

My gaze suddenly sharpened, startling the two people beside me: "The struggle over direction is a sham, the struggle over the line is a sham too. The struggle over interests, that's the real deal!"

I waved my hand and said, “So I plan to mobilize the town’s residents to participate and work together, and all the expenses for the event will be made public. The money received will be divided into three parts: one part will be used as the site fee for Mr. Dart, and the other part will be used as a seed subsidy for me to plant the next batch of crops.”

Zack asked curiously, "There are two parts...where's the other part?"

I smiled mysteriously: "You and the boss also mentioned the risk of residents developing resistance. Ultimately, it's because your work with the masses isn't deep enough, thorough enough, and you haven't taken root among them! History has repeatedly taught us that party and government work that is detached from the masses is like water without a source—it can't last!"

A blinding red light emanated from my body. At this moment, countless political commissars possessed me, carrying boundless great will, illuminating the rugged road ahead, and proclaiming that victory was inevitable in the future!

"Comrades, bring me my vodka and PPSh!" I reached out enthusiastically, only to be tossed a rag by the owner of Dart.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you have nothing better to do, go upstairs and clean the stairs." Boss Dart looked at me with disgust.

"Haha, I got too into character... Sorry, sorry..."

I turned and smiled, then made a request to the boss: "We got a bit off-topic earlier. Actually, I wanted to organize a group of the most energetic and approachable people in town to work together to set up this people's commune canteen!"

Hmm? This name sounds a bit odd. It doesn't sound very sophisticated. How about "Budapest Street Food Stall"? Or "California Guesthouse"?

Never mind, we'll think about the name later.

Seeing me staring intently at him, Mr. Dart hesitated and said, "This isn't a good idea. Since it's my property, it's not convenient for me to directly intervene and facilitate this. The stakes are so obvious; I doubt anyone will easily trust me."

I waved my hands and said, "I wasn't planning on inviting you anyway!"

Boss Dart initially wanted to decline before agreeing, but he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest as if having a heart attack, and it took him a long time to recover.

Zach's face twitched as he suppressed a laugh, thinking how lucky he was to have been a beat too slow. He had also thought it was an invitation, and almost ended up with a tarnished reputation.

“Boss, we progressives don’t follow the old ways of local gentry building bridges and roads, and providing disaster relief and poverty alleviation. These are all remnants of feudal and decadent thinking!”

I raised my arms and rubbed salt into Boss Dart's wounds, "Didn't you hear what I just said? We need to be energetic and approachable. Of course, we need to find young and beautiful brand ambassadors. I plan to borrow Lin to help out for two days. I also have plans for the rest of the staff. They will work as waiters, and I will give them the last bit of money as their wages."

"Hmph, go and say it yourself."

Mr. Dart went upstairs with a dark expression, probably to find some nitroglycerin.

This really isn't my fault. I never mentioned that Dart needed to get involved. He's just making things up himself.

Forget about it. Now that I've secured the location and the ingredients, my most important task is to complete the next step of the "Paladin Inn Project"—

A small, ordinary town on the coast is facing a food crisis due to an insect infestation, with only a communal canteen able to guarantee a food supply. The town's wise and resourceful sheriff comes up with a brilliant plan—to make the girls idols. If the girls become idols, the residents' resistance to the canteen will decrease, and the plan's appeal will increase. And so, four distinctive young women (presumably) will step forward to become idols!

Chapter 231 The Machine-Doll Boy Won't Get Hurt

To my surprise, my whimsical plan received unanimous approval from Lynn, Poppy, Karen, and Ellie.

A serf girl who lost her personal freedom and wished to remain anonymous—

"Great, great! This job sounds so fun! What do I need to do? Sing or dance?... Oh, wait tables and clean up?! Okay, okay, at least I don't have to listen to Dad's nagging anymore! Business at the tavern has been really bad lately, and business at the inn upstairs is even worse. I've never seen the inn packed with people in my life! By the way, Marcus, when can we go to your ranch again?"

A chicken-raising girl who suffered from temporary anorexia and wished to remain anonymous—

"Wow~ Marcus! Thank you for inviting me~ Lately, I've been eating boiled eggs and rice with eggs for three meals a day, and I'm almost losing my appetite! Are you going to cook for us? Can I order? Can you make vegetable and meat omelets and fried rice?... Don't tease me, I've always loved egg dishes, it's all because my brother's cooking is so terrible! I'm going to pick out a pretty outfit, see you tomorrow~... Coco seems to want to get close to you, would you like to hug her?... Coco, stop! That's not an enemy!... Marcus, how are you, Marcus?!"

A violent, alcoholic teenage girl who wishes to remain anonymous—

"I have a feeling someone's talking about me behind my back. Is that you, Marcus? Do you want to die?... Why do you have a bruise on your face? Did you get into a fight? Why are you crying?... What? An idol? I have no interest in that!... Hmph, I'm very confident in my dancing! No interest means no interest... But if it's for drinking, I might consider it! And being able to go to a pub openly sounds pretty good, so I agree!"

A nurse girl who was willing to reveal her name but was still forcibly kept hidden—

"Good morning, Marcus! Are you here to pick up your custom-made clothes? I'll get them for you right away! Grandma said you can pay whatever you want... What? You want me to help out in the cafeteria?... The hospital isn't busy right now, and Dr. Dort said I don't have to work during the week. Okay then, since Karen, Popuri, and Lin are all here, I can't lose!... By the way, Marcus, what happened to your face? It looks like an animal scratch. Let me bandage it for you... Applying the medicine will hurt a bit, so you'll have to bear with it... Yes, this medicine was developed by Dr. Dort, and he said it can only be used when you come, so it must be very effective!... Marcus, your face is starting to twitch! Are you alright?!"

…………

Overall, the result was satisfactory, except that during the process, I was attacked by a hen with a martial arts skill level of 999, and was also unwittingly tricked by Dr. Dort, becoming a guinea pig for drug testing once again.

It's just an external wound medicine; all it needs to do is reduce inflammation, relieve pain, stop bleeding, and promote healing. Why did this murderous doctor pursue rapid healing? And why did he add strange whitening and spot-removing ingredients?

Adding herbs haphazardly without considering their interactions or interactions resulted in my left cheek twitching violently as soon as that suspicious essence cream was applied to my face. It felt like someone was tugging at my nerves, tying them into a bow, and trying to make them fly away!

"Grey, what do you think of my outfit?"

That's right, I'm back in the hospital!

When Ellie saw the strange sight of my facial features dancing, she immediately arranged for me to be admitted to a hospital room for observation to prevent side effects from causing long-term consequences.

Then he went to settle accounts with Dr. Dort!

Given that Gray's injuries had not yet healed, and old Sebala was particularly unreliable, and Ellie did not agree to his early discharge, he had no choice but to continue staying in the hospital ward, idly spacing out until he saw me walk in.