Webnovel Author In The Apocalypse World-Chapter 132: Farm of Quiet Beginnings

"That’s the name I gave this tree. I can’t just keep calling it ’tree,’ right?" Kim Haru said confidently, showing no shame about how bad of the name he’d chosen.

Go Okrim didn’t actually mind "Little Oakie" as a name. Even if it had been something like Branchy or Woody, he would think it was a great name simply because Kim Haru is the one that had chosen it.

This was exactly how Go Okrim’s unwavering admiration for his "hyung" was starting to verge on idol worship.

But Go Okrim did have one small complaint, "Little Oakie and Little Nugget have ’Little’ in their names. Kim Haru-hyung, I’m a higher rank than them, right? I don’t want a ’Little’ title—can you pick something else for me?"

Kim Haru nodded thoughtfully and started seriously considering a new nickname.

"How about Gojo?"

Go Okrim nodded, pleased. "Sure."

Gojo sounds like a cool name—it confirmed that he was indeed Kim Haru-hyung’s favorite!

Confident in this thought, Go Okrim didn’t feel at all that comparing himself to a chicken or a tree lowered his status.

While the two of them were chatting, Little Oakie had already finished repairing the pigsty’s fence.

Kim Haru took one look and said, "…How am I supposed to get in if it doesn’t have a door?"

Why did this tree’s intelligence level feel similar to a zombie-bots? Well, to be fair, entering an unsealed pigsty wouldn’t be an issue for Little Oakie—it could just go over or under and didn’t need a door.

Unfortunately, as a human farmer, Kim Haru still needed a door for the pigsty.

So, Little Oakie, following Kim Haru’s instructions, pulled out a few stakes facing the direction of the cabin, leaving a spot for the door to be installed.

Little Oakie, having completed its task, shook its leaves in excitement, prompting Kim Haru to reward it with a bit more water.

"Can’t give you too much—too much water will drown you."

The most challenging part, the fence, was now complete. The next step was covering the top to protect the pigsty from the wind and rain. However, there were currently no suitable materials on hand. Apart from using a large roll of plastic sheeting he’d bought earlier as a temporary measure, Kim Haru didn’t have anything ideal for this purpose.

The system’s blueprints offered two options: thatch or tiles.

But Kim Haru had neither thatch nor tiles on hand.

It seemed like a trip to the safe zone was necessary. Thatch was unlikely to be easy to find, but tiles should be easier. He also needed to buy a hoe.

Kim Haru hadn’t forgotten that while the Space-type zombie’s programming had been set up, he still lacked tools. If he had let the Fire-type zombie clear that large patch of wasteland, it would have been anyone’s guess how long it would have taken.

Laying the plastic sheeting wasn’t too difficult, and with Little Oakie’s help, the two humans and one tree managed to get the basic pigsty set up without much trouble.

Oh, it was still missing a door.

The door was simple enough. There were still plenty of the fence posts Kim Haru had dismantled that morning. He used one section, securing one side tightly to the pigsty while making the other into a swinging latch. And with that, the door was done.

"Alright, we can let Little Snort try out his new home now," Kim Haru said with satisfaction, clapping his hands. Go Okrim immediately ran over to grab the piglet.

The piglet who is now called "Little Snort," was barely released from its vine leash before it began dashing around on its four plump little trotters. It ran straight into the fence with a loud clang and, undeterred, it turned around and tried another direction.

After several loud thuds from hitting the fence, Little Snort finally accepted reality and slumped to the ground in defeat.

Kim Haru suspected it might not be exhaustion but rather that Little Snort’s head was sore from all that bumping.

"It looks like Little Snort is a bit of lively. I’ll leave it to you to keep an eye on him, Little Oakie."

With a few branches twisted together, Little Oakie managed to form a clumsy but enthusiastic fist, vividly expressing its confidence.

Kim Haru, pleased with Little Oakie’s dedication, he patted its trunk and cheerfully headed back. Discover more stories at novelbuddy

It was getting late—time for dinner.

As he reached the cabin door, his eyes fell on the pile of soybean leaves he’d prepared for Little Nugget and Sir Peckington. Kim Haru realized he had forgotten an important detail.

—The pigsty didn’t have a food trough or a water trough yet.

He hurriedly grabbed two large bowls and went over to the pigsty.

That had been close—he almost starved his only little piglet.

Once he’d set up the food and water bowls, this time he didn’t forget to fill them. He placed the soybean leaves in the food bowl; back in his previous life, these leaves were always meant for pigs, though in this one, they’d somehow become edible for apocalypse survivors.

But then again, that was understandable—food was scarce, and anything edible for pigs wouldn’t kill humans either. Although Kim Haru couldn’t stop people in the apocalypse from eating these things, he was determined to keep the prices of his farm’s produce reasonable so that only the wealthy could afford them.

As night gradually fell, Kim Haru’s farm grew quiet.

Little Nugget and Sir Peckington were already nestled in their coop by evening, and Little Snort, tired from all the running, lay peacefully in a corner, dozing off under Little Oakie’s watchful care. Across the pond, the zombie-bots tirelessly continued to dig, the noise faint but not loud enough to reach the cabin.

In the vegetable patch, the seeds quietly absorbed nutrients from the soil and began to sprout.

Everything seemed so calm and peaceful.

...But this peace was only an illusion.

If anyone were to zoom out and view the scene from a hundred or even a thousand meters above, the sight would leave them horrified, their hair standing on end.

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