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

I haven't checked on these hardworking little creatures since they moved to their new home. I haven't seen a single bee all day. Could it be that they all died because they couldn't adapt to the new environment?

I walked over to the beehive created by the system and checked several times. I really didn't see any bees going in and out of the beehive!

"Could it be that all the useful ones died, and only the useless ones were left behind?!"

I nervously stepped forward and lifted the lid of the beehive, but the sight before me left me speechless...

...............

"Boss, I'm so stupid... really..."

I sat at the bar table, staring blankly at the square-faced owner.

Boss Dart stared at me blankly. "Marcus, you've been talking to yourself for over an hour. You've scared Basil away. If you keep disrupting my business, I'll have to ask you to leave!"

I looked up at the boss, then said in a daze, "I'm so stupid... I only knew that cheat codes don't follow logic, but I didn't expect them to disregard even basic principles... I knew that bees could live in a hive, but when I went over there, there was only the queen bee left... all the bees were gone..."

"What are you talking about?!"

Dart's boss was furious.

Um... where should I begin...?

As the saying goes, if logic fails, try time travel; when in doubt, consult quantum mechanics. But this is the first time I've heard that quantum technology can be used in this way!

At first, I even laughed at the beehive introduction for being messy and incoherent, but I never expected that the quantum apiculture technology mentioned above was actually true!

When I opened the beehive lid, I found that the normally noisy and buzzing beehive was now lying inside, eerily quiet, without making a sound.

Upon approaching the hive, I discovered that not only were the worker bees, who should have been busy collecting nectar, absent, but the larvae and pupae nurtured in the hive had also vanished. The entire hive was as clean as if it had been licked by a bear.

I searched back and forth for a long time before finally spotting a queen bee in an inconspicuous corner. Her body was unusually large and her patterns were particularly vibrant. She was swaying her body and strolling leisurely in the empty hive. Her carefree demeanor was just like that of a queen who had reigned for 68 years, completely ignoring the roar behind her that said, "How can there be a crown prince who reigns for sixty years?"

Forget it, let's not rub salt in the wound. But the Qing Dynasty is over, so why is this queen bee still dancing ballet here?

I watched as the queen bee burrowed into a hive, injected her enormous tail into it, and then swaggered away. But then a miracle happened right before my eyes!

The once empty beehive was suddenly filled with a layer of pollen, and then sealed with beeswax, quickly forming a standard hexagonal room that rapidly expanded outwards, like a construction scene at an accelerated pace...

I thoughtfully flicked my rapier, cut a hard piece of honeydew from the honeycomb, and carefully tasted it.

It's sweet, and the taste is right.

The parts I damaged were visibly repaired by an unknown force, which recovered the spilled honey, repaired the damaged honeycomb, and quickly built up a brand new equilateral hexagonal structure...

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"Boss, here's some honey for you. As you get older, try soaking it in water and drinking it to cool down. Don't get so hot-tempered."

When I handed him the honey, Mr. Dart was stunned. "You keep bees? When did you start?"

I waved my hand. "No, to be precise, I'm in an intermediate state between beekeeping and not keeping bees. Once observation is conducted, the other probability will collapse instantly..."

"...Then I'll accept it. Are you sure you don't need to see a psychologist?"

You're welcome. Doctors can't cure my heartache.

My symptoms of severe mental pollution are beyond the treatment of ordinary doctors, but I sincerely suggest that the guy who designed this quantum beehive should go see a doctor. This condition really can't be delayed. I guess the guy who can think of incorporating quantum technology into a beekeeping product with no technical content is already at the level of madness, looking directly at the face of an ancient god.

It's funny, I'm still here racking my brains about just getting into electrical technology and not being able to find a way to microelectronics, and the colonist system has already so casually incorporated quantum technology... This is ridiculous...

I'm so angry!

This is just as frustrating as I've already finished watching Qin Miaomiao's Evil Soul replay, but I still can't wait for Chicken Box King Fish Queen's Mouth Sword 22.

"Sheriff Marcus! You're here too! I have good news for you!"

A vibrant voice suddenly rang out. I turned around and saw that it wasn't 17-year-old Qin Chuan from Nanchang, Taiwan, but Cliff, who was working diligently and tirelessly for the pest control business.

I replied grumbling, "What is it? Are the potato chips half price at the supermarket next door?"

Cliff said excitedly, "No, no, no, I've already cleared the mine! You can rest assured!"

"Yay! I can finally go mining and smelting it into metal!"

I was instantly overjoyed, and it felt as if the dark clouds above my head had vanished in an instant, and the sky was filled with the light of evolution and the melody of "Butterfly"!

Let's go, kids who weren't chosen!

Cliff is a top-notch employee—cheap, efficient, and doesn't slack off!

It's important to understand that today is different from yesterday. When bosses force employees to work overtime, it's a well-intentioned act to motivate them and help them improve themselves. On the other hand, when employees slack off, are inefficient, and have no performance, they are exploiting the company and the boss!

Mr. Dart, however, said with great concern, "Cliff, then you're really unemployed. Do you want to do something you're familiar with, or try out some new job?"

We actually discussed this issue last time, and the only conclusion we reached was that we absolutely must not go to Jeff's shady business; we made no other progress.

Cliff pondered for a moment.

"I don't know much, but I can learn! I'll learn from scratch, like we're exterminating insects! New jobs and old jobs are the same to me! It's just a matter of learning again!"

"Huh? That makes sense..."

Cliff's words gave me an idea.

My colonist system technology currently comes from readily available technologies I encountered in the wasteland; it's fragmented and lacks a coherent system. But I can learn it from scratch, right? Even old Shebra could teach himself electrical engineering, so I should be able to start from the basics and improve the existing technology!

Hmm... that's a good idea, I think I could give it a try... Let me think about what the precursor technologies for microelectronics are...

"Boss, why do you look so gloomy?"

I looked up and saw that all three people on the field had the same miserable look on their faces, their synchronization was frighteningly high. Cliff was because he was unemployed after graduation, I was because technological breakthroughs seemed a long way off, but what was the boss's reason? Was he trying to appear more sociable?

Mr. Dart watched the television with concern and said softly, "The wine in the tavern is almost sold out, and Dick hasn't been able to brew any new wine. If this continues, this tavern will have to close down..."

Although I really wanted to tell the owner that this shabby tavern was good for nothing but losing money, and that focusing on running a restaurant might give it a chance to survive.

But given the boss's stubborn personality, let him do it if he wants. What's the worst that can happen? If he goes bankrupt, I'll just take care of Lin.

"Boss, do you have any requirements for the wine? Is there a rule that you only sell red wine? Do you have any for sale?" I asked.

Mr. Dart shook his head and said, "Why are there so many rules? I used to sell bourbon for a while... Besides, those drunkards can get drunk on water, so giving them alcohol would be a waste."

Ignoring the boss's abrupt and impulsive remarks, I said, "That makes things easier. I happen to have a batch of mead on hand. Would you be willing to take it? I'll offer a favorable price."

Mr. Dart looked up in surprise: "'Sajia'? What does that mean... You can brew wine?"

I replied matter-of-factly, "I am a man of great learning; brewing wine is no difficult task for me."

Boss Dart: "...Did you just say 'this king' again?"

"Nonsense, I didn't."

Chapter 584 Seven-Colored Team, here we come!

Having just closed a big deal with Boss Dart, I was in a great mood and had a change of heart, so I decided to take Cliff to town to try his luck and see if he could find a suitable job.

A 40/60 split! A 40/60 split on the form!

Once my mead is sold, I can split the profits 40/60 with the tavern. It's basically like making money while lying down. There are no extra costs, no risks, and no middlemen taking a cut!

"Cliff, as a self-made entrepreneur, I feel it's necessary for me to tell you some essential life lessons."

I led him out of the tavern and walked along the main road, turning left.

Please advise!

I nodded, somewhat satisfied with his attitude. "What kind of job you do isn't the most important thing. Even if you're lucky enough to turn your hobby into a lifelong career, it doesn't mean you can happily do it for the rest of your life, do you understand?"

Cliff nodded, seemingly understanding. "Okay, I don't know what the deeper meaning is, but I roughly know that all jobs are hard. So what's the most important thing when looking for a job?"

"Good question."

I gazed intently at the sky. “If you are a worker and can dig three times more coal than others in the same amount of time, you will be hailed as a hero in the Soviet newspapers. But in the eyes of capitalists, that three times more coal is the bare minimum for their next day’s work.”

Cliff suddenly shivered.

"Marcus, are you really not going to continue employing me? I heard you're still in the brewing business; you must be short-staffed, right?"

Cliff asked me with great interest, seemingly eager for me to come up with a new contract.

I'm sorry, but you're not in my starting lineup. Next season, you'll be on the transfer list or loaned to a team in a lower league to gain experience, a long-term investment for the club's future...

Oops, wrong channel.

What I mean is that the emerging industries on the ranch seem to have a lot of work, but they are actually all high-tech industries (it's amazing!), and I'm the only person needed to handle them all.

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"Zack, how's business today?"

As we walked along the road, we arrived at the beach in Mineral Town and greeted him warmly.

Zach was carrying boxes on the beach, working up a great deal of energy.

"It's Marcus!"

The muscular man put the box on the ground, grinned, and walked towards me.

"Are you short-handed? I brought a good guy!" I said, stepping aside Cliff behind me so that Zack could turn his attention to him.

Zach instinctively stroked his chin and examined him closely. "Is it him? He looks a bit young, but his bones are already fully developed. He should fetch a good price... Come on, open your mouth and let me see your teeth!"

...Where did you come from, slave trader? Why are you so skilled at this?

"Alright, alright, stop teasing him." I could tell Zack was joking, but Cliff couldn't. If it weren't broad daylight, he probably would have already run away.

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "This young man just lost his job, and I feel like you're short-staffed. What do you think, does he still have a chance?"

Zack looked at me with a complicated expression and slowly said, "If you had asked me a few months ago, I might have been able to give him a position. But now..."

Cliff went from anticipation to disappointment, wondering, "What happened now?"

Zack shrugged helplessly, looking distressed, and said, "During the insect plague, I spent all my savings from the past few years and am now heavily in debt to the brothers of the Navigator Alliance. I'm even considering going to work to pay it off..."

Then this guy actually shamelessly came over and said, "By the way, Marcus, do you need any help at your ranch? I'm a quick worker!"

Get lost! You can't help but want to freeload?

"No!" I refused decisively.

Zack said regretfully, "Then I'll have to ask Lilia..."

I said dismissively, "You're like Cao Cao visiting Zhang Xiu at night—wanting to eat dumplings. Remember to wear a bulletproof vest when you go, or Rick will definitely shoot you dead."

Zach shuddered and promptly abandoned the idea, shifting the conversation to something that interested me.