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

"With the equipment we have right now, we can only let it teach by voice. You'd better just copy it down honestly. If you miss any important parts, you'll be in trouble."

Sharon Whitestone is deep in outer space and cannot escape control to come from afar to help me. Therefore, the upper limit of its capabilities depends on the carriers I can provide. For example, on a marginal planet, Sharon Whitestone, relying on a "binary" system capable of reshaping gravity and ecology, can control nanobots to provide me with assistance.

Here, there is only a broken radio, which can only rely on concentrated white noise to transmit knowledge to us.

[Mr. Marcus, the basic knowledge about microelectronic circuits you need covers three parts: solid-state electronics and devices, digital circuits, and analog circuits...]

The sound of the current passing through it caused a disturbance.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and copy it!"

With my reprimand, the only sounds left in the warehouse were the rustling of copying and Sharon Whitestone's noisy chatter.

The section on solid-state electronics and devices mainly covers the basic principles of electronics and the fundamentals of solid-state electronics, as well as the iV characteristics of diodes and the SPICE model of transistors. Essential knowledge also includes major analytical methods commonly used in circuit design, such as worst-case analysis and Monte Carlo analysis…

"Sharon Whitestone, hold on a minute. What was the meaning of Geralt's analysis just now? Was it the Wolf School analysis method?"

【…】

The ensuing lessons began amidst this chaotic scene, filled with misunderstandings and misinterpretations from struggling students and vague explanations from the textbook. Initially, we used a method of two people taking notes simultaneously, proofreading and adjusting each other's work after each chapter to ensure accurate recording and understanding.

But after half an hour, they realized they were running out of energy...

"I can't take it anymore, Gray, I'm starting to feel carsick... Give me a bag, I feel like throwing up..."

I shakily stood up, leaning on the table, and looked at Gray with blurry vision.

Gray's eyes were also glazed over, and he was slightly more lucid than me. He sensed the problem with my words: "Boss, what do you mean by that? You're not thinking of running away, are you?"

I shook my head and sighed, "I'm not running, I just want to get some fresh air. Hold on for another half hour and we'll switch shifts."

"So what are you going to do?" Gray asked curiously.

I gritted my teeth: "I'll go till two acres of land to relax first. I just happened to get some seeds from Karen... oh no, I mean, Boss Jeff!"

After half an hour.

The following section covers digital circuits, focusing on the fundamental concepts of logic circuits, including detailed explanations of NMOS, CMOS, MOS memory circuits, and bipolar digital logic circuits…

The sound of the current passing through it caused a disturbance.

I took Gray's place and sat back down, feeling refreshed as I picked up my pen and began to write furiously.

Gray stood up, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"What are you planning to do? Remember to be back in half an hour," I reminded him.

Gray: "I'm going to run ten laps around the ranch!"

Another half hour later.

The analog circuit section begins with the main concepts of amplifiers, followed by a detailed introduction to related amplifier concepts and two-port models, feedback amplifier frequency response, small-signal modeling, single-transistor amplifiers, differential amplifiers, feedback amplifiers, and oscillators, etc.

The sound of the current passing through it caused a disturbance.

I nearly coughed up blood, finally seeing Gray return.

I stood up to suppress my churning, chaotic internal energy, my face turning purple, just like Yue Buqun's when he used the Zixia Divine Skill.

Gray wiped the sweat from his face: "I'm much better! I'll definitely be able to listen for the whole thirty minutes this time! Boss, you've plowed up more than two acres of land outside, what are you planting there?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "These are cotton seeds I bought from the Brown Pool tribe. I regret not buying more seeds!"

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Before dawn, we took turns recording the knowledge, and finally wrote down a full 1420 pages of basic microelectronics knowledge!

I opened the Colonizer system, eager to check the progress of the microelectronics fundamentals research.

[Research Project: Fundamentals of Microelectronics]

[Preliminary Research: Electricity]

[Project Content: The foundation for working with sophisticated electronics, enabling the construction of advanced research stations, communication stations, orbital trading beacons, and other projects.]

Current progress: 7/1500

...I was careless.

I had almost forgotten that the colonists' system confirmed technological research based on the researcher's level of understanding of the technology.

In simple agricultural techniques, I could grasp the key concepts and replicate them with just a glance, thus learning instantly. But modern industrial technology is fraught with technical problems, and it seems that Gray and I have combined to understand and learn less than one percent of it.

With the remaining time, Sharon Whitestone can go mining, while Gray and I will have to continue studying this 1420-page tome and thoroughly understand the 100 pieces of knowledge it contains before we can unlock this technology.

“Boss Marcus, no matter what, this is the first time I’ve seen you so serious about planting things on the ranch…”

Gray stood at the warehouse door, breathing in the fresh air. In the dim morning light, he saw the long-abandoned pasture, now neatly arranged in the fields. The autumn dew clung to the ground, sparkling and lovely, and the cool breeze seemed to cleanse his soul.

That's right. During this period, I have already planted most of the ranch. Just the scale of cotton planting alone is so large that once the harvest season arrives, I'll probably have to hire Superman to pick the cotton.

Yes, it's that kind of dark-skinned superhero who can pick cotton incredibly fast. But before that, Gray needs to forge a kryptonite whip first…

Well, or a pair of Kryptonite knees would also work.

Chapter 669 Business Elite and Akarin

Crop Name: Cotton

[Crop Description: Capable of producing cotton, a good plant fiber used for clothing.]

【Durability: 85/85】

[Growth time: 8 days]

【Characteristics: Harvestable, but with a limited lifespan】

Fertilization requirement: 70%

Fertilization Sensitivity: 100%

Maximum growth temperature: 58 degrees Celsius

Minimum growth temperature: 0 degrees Celsius

Lifespan: 64 days

Harvesting output: 12

Flammability: 64%

Aesthetics rating: 1

Just one night later, a large patch of lush cotton seedlings had already sprouted from the ground, bathed in the gentle autumn rain, absorbing the abundant moisture, and swaying gracefully in the breeze.

The aesthetic appeal is something I haven't seen in other crops; I've only ever seen it on floors, wall decorations, and sculptures. And once it reaches a certain scale, this vast cotton field on the ranch truly brings me a sense of beauty that I can enjoy without having to be a superior person.

Perhaps... cotton is also a flower?

"Boss Marcus, why are you planting so much cotton?" Gray rubbed his eyes as he admired the beautiful scenery, seemingly somewhat displeased with my truancy.

"Farming is, of course, for production," I said casually.

"Then why cotton?" Gray continued to press for details. Compared to the vast expanse of cotton planted in large areas, the grain crops, confined to a small corner, did indeed look rather pathetic.

Looking at the fine drizzle, I turned to him and asked, "Tell me, why does the town of Mineral Town become so panicked whenever there's a shortage of supplies?"

Despite studying all night without sleep, Gray's mind wasn't exactly dull.

"The main reason is the shortage of manpower and the small area, which makes it quite difficult to produce the products they can produce themselves. People can't buy what they want, so naturally they are dissatisfied."

I waved my hand: "No, think about it again. When you were the chief of the Cedar Clan, why did those primitive tribes on such remote planets lack nothing?"

Gray thought for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Boss, this is something you don't know. Although the Cedar Clan seems to be doing alright, they are actually severely lacking in food, medicine, and clothing. Only non-gunpowder weapons are relatively plentiful. So when they are short of things, they will go down the mountain to rob..."

I slammed my hand on the doorframe: "This is it! Think again, what's the biggest difference between us and them?"

Gray frowned and hesitated, "Are you suggesting we go down the mountain to rob someone? We don't have the means to do something like that..."

Gray was half right.

He had realized that the core of the Cedar Clan's development as a local powerful clan lay in the constant replenishment of its military strength. Often, clansmen who had just come of age would be sent out to plunder. Even if outsiders served as chiefs, it didn't matter. The most important thing was this core competitiveness.

Need something? Just rob it.

Although they faced similar problems, Mineral Town and their environment were different, so their methods of dealing with them were naturally different as well. They would not simply form a fleet of Thomas the Tank Engine cars and take Grandma Ellen, old Sebala, and old man Mookie out to scam people and make a fortune just because they live near mountains and rivers.

The same situation cannot be ignored here, especially when the wealth produced in a place is relatively constant. The profit-seeking nature of capital will come into play, forming powerful economic groups to dump goods and extract economic profits from weaker regions.

Especially when a price scissors gap forms between industry and agriculture, this exploitation becomes blatant plunder, even at the cost of destroying the economic pillars of other regions in order to obtain absolute monopoly and profits.

Money? Give it to me!

Faced with these unscrupulous businessmen from the Federation who made their fortunes through commerce, the numerous islands isolated overseas, such as Mineral Town, could hardly prevent their effective economic defense system from resisting such oppressive behavior.

Over time, even if there were people in the town like Sebala and Mr. Dick who consistently produced goods, they would be unable to achieve economies of scale and would eventually perish due to a lack of successors. This kind of intermittent blockade of overseas trade was likely a policy to warn hidden rivals and induce economic depression.

This market has been distorted for too long; someone has to make some changes eventually.

"Grey, don't underestimate this cotton."

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but they all boiled down to one sentence: "Sometimes, sheep will eat people too..."

The little lamb, which had been huddled in the corner, shakily emerged and let out a weak "baa" at the doorway.

Gray laughed heartily: "How could a sheep eat people?"

I picked up the lamb, which was getting fatter and fatter, and stared into its watery, timid eyes. "What eats people is not the lamb, but the human heart. The Federation's policy this time came suddenly, but it was not a sudden whim. There must be a detailed follow-up plan."

Gray looked thoughtful: "So...you guessed the plan?"

"I have already contacted Boss Dart and found out the most scarce resources recently."

I walked slowly, holding the lamb in my arms. "These things can't possibly have problems on the production side. They must have been hoarded, ready to be released as ammunition. We need to retaliate, which means waging a so-called commercial war. A real commercial war can be about smashing your opponent's head with a hammer, or it can be about completely thwarting their plans to make money..."

Gray became increasingly confused, so he gave up trying to figure it out: "I don't quite understand, but what you're saying makes sense, boss. I'll listen to you. What should we do next? Smash whose head?"

I threw a 1420-page book into his hands.

"If even hanging streetlights can't stop it, what good will smashing its head do? Hurry up and study! After all I've said, you should understand the reason why you need to study for the rise of the ranch!"

Gray looked miserable: "Boss, so you don't have to study?"

I pointed to the two little ones running towards me with umbrellas in the distance, and said, "I still have to educate the sun at seven or eight in the morning, so you just hang in there for now."

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