I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 877 - 967: Fill All the Ships With Rotten Corpse Insects That Smell Worse Than Shit!
After exhausting the hard work of Jing Shu from the past few days, all the orange energy was converted into crystals, forming a small fist-sized piece. Well, it’s still two stages smaller than the one Old Zhou had.
Better than nothing, right?
But there’s nothing else we can do.
The main force needs to hurry and leave; we’ve been trapped here for too long already, and till now, everyone still needs to eat seven or eight meals a day.
Even a landlord’s family couldn’t withstand such food consumption. Oh, I should say Zhang Lang’s cockroaches are enough to go around, but they can’t stand eating various cockroach meat every meal. If they couldn’t smell the aroma from Jing Shu’s ship, it might be fine, but sadly, they almost can’t take it anymore.
But Jing Shu still doesn’t want to leave...
"What? You want to use the official ship to transport all the rotten corpse insect bodies from under the sea here?"
"Captain Jing Shu, are you crazy?"
"Yes, why do we need to transport so many rotten insect corpses? You know the smell of these rotten bodies soaked in seawater is comparable to a biochemical weapon, right?"
"Ugh... Captain Jing Shu, you even say to load them all up; just the smell makes me want to vomit! Also, Captain, you seem to forget one thing, loading so many rotten corpse insects increases our oil consumption significantly, and we’re already out of fuel."
"Yes, this time, we’ve harvested quite a bit, obtaining so much dark energy; even if we don’t go to the Middle East, it’s still a huge gain."
In the conference room, most voices were against it, but Nannan lowered her head and smiled, looking at how Jing Shu had stirred everyone’s anger. Why load the entire ship with those disgusting, smelly bugs?
Now, everyone wants to puke just smelling it.
Of course, there were people who had a good relationship with Jing Shu who spoke up for her. Big Yellow Teeth coughed and stood up:
"Captain Jing Shu never acts without reason; she must have her reasons for bringing these rotten corpse insects."
The Daao Gambler also said, "I just sensed it; if we bring along what Captain Jing Shu suggested, I might be in for a huge fortune."
Some whispered, "Even so, there are endless rotten corpse insects in the outer sea; there’s no limit. Why fish for this fermented corpse worm? It smells worse than fertilizer, worse than a pit latrine."
Jing Shu smiled with the corners of her lips upturned, not getting angry. Instead, she said, "If those above disagree with loading them, I can pay privately to hire an official ship to load them. If I pay, surely no one would disagree, right?"
Hearing this, some couldn’t help but ponder. Captain Jing Shu always has a bias and wouldn’t make a losing deal. What’s behind this?
Old Zhou coughed to stop the farce: "Alright, Miss Jing, don’t mess around. We are all one family; how could we let you pay? Why don’t you first explain what makes these fermented corpse worms from the Mirror Sea Area different from the outside ones, and why you want to load so many of them."
Jing Shu clapped her hands, and Zhang Yicheng immediately had someone bring in a barrel. Yang Yang was given a cup first, followed by Old Zhou, and then 50 grams of beer for everyone present.
After drinking, everyone’s eyes lit up.
"Is this the beer produced by that plant? The taste is truly pure."
Old Zhou nodded: "Miss Jing, this taste is even better than what we extracted before."
"Ah, I haven’t had beer in years; it’s so fragrant. Can I have a little more?"
Zhang Yicheng said, "A 250ml glass sells for just 1 Contribution Point."
Someone smacked their lips; a contribution is expensive. But they ordered another glass to taste since Jing Shu’s beer tasted better than what they previously extracted from the island.
"Both things are transported from the island, why is Captain Jing Shu’s so delicious? The taste is rich and mellow."
Jing Shu coughed to attract attention: "The key is that this plant has a shelf life once harvested, but if it’s kept alive, it won’t have a shelf life. So if we want to open a brewery back home, we must have live plants to maintain the quality of the taste.
And one of the important things for cultivating these plants is the rotten fermented corpse worms in the seawater.
That’s why I want to bring these fermented corpse worms; the structure, simply put, is like the way mushrooms are cultivated, it’s mycelium hidden in the soil. To cultivate this plant, we need this special substance fermented under the sea.
I call it a starter. With this fermented corpse worm, and adding ordinary corpse worms, we can continuously ferment to produce nutrients for cultivating the plant. However, this fermentation needs at least three months. Our way to the Middle East fits perfectly for cultivating the first batch of plants."
After Jing Shu finished explaining, everyone had a sudden realization, and Old Zhou nodded frequently. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Jing Shu even went on to say: "And now, I’ve already used a special method to cultivate a small batch of such plants on my ship. Aside from consuming some orange dark energy, it also needs the nourishment from this starter. After reaching the Middle East, I can even instantly release a batch of such beer—so if those above don’t want to bring this thing, I won’t force it."
Old Zhou was astonished: "Miss Jing, you’ve already cultivated it? Why haven’t those old guys, who have been studying for days, come up with anything?"
Jing Shu invited Old Zhou and others to have a distant look on her protected ship. In the dim weather, when the lights were on, everyone saw that the entire ship was covered with green plants; they had furry branches and leaves, with some plants poking out their heads, and some already had a fledgling shape.
Others couldn’t help but gasp.
"These plants couldn’t survive; when we collected the fruit last time, no matter how we tried to cultivate, it didn’t work."
"But unexpectedly, Captain Jing Shu succeeded this time? And grew them so well?"
"So, opening a brewery in Huaxia truly seems feasible?"
"Captain Jing Shu is really amazing."
Old Zhou coughed: "Miss Jing, as we discussed before, all energy is split in half; see if, with the brewery venture, we’d rely on your technical shares too."
Jing Shu nodded with a smile but didn’t say anything, nor did she delve into more, which made Old Zhou curious, so he straightforwardly said:
"I’ll make the decision; you also have to get a share for technical contributions, and going forward with a 40/60 split—you 60, but in that case, initial funding, required energy, etc., all have to be split halfway. Of course, needed venues, transportation, and the like will be covered by those above. What do you think?"
Jing Shu never expected to gain an advantage from the state, so she agreed on the spot, "Old Zhou, that is naturally good; with such support, I can’t let the state suffer a loss, we’ll start from now, and whatever goes out, we split 40/60."
While this meant Jing Shu might earn slightly less, one shouldn’t forget she still owes the state a large crystal. So she felt a little bad.
"Alright, alright! Yang Yang, draw up the contract right away." Old Zhou immediately made the decision on his own. Old Zhou had absurdly high authority, concluding such a big dark energy project in one sentence without needing further approval.
"Then what about the matter of loading the fermented corpse worms on the ship?" Jing Shu asked.
Old Zhou waved his big hand: "This is the most important nutrient; bring as much as you can. I won’t meddle in whether other private fleets load them or not, but when needed, the state will still purchase based on contribution. How much beer we can produce and sell in the Middle East this time will determine the price."
Ten minutes ago, everyone despised the foul-smelling sludge.
Ten minutes later.
"Darn it, yuck~ everyone, stop fighting, there’s plenty under the sea!"
"Ugh~ Zhang Feng, your rickety boat is full, more and it’s overflowing."
"Yuck, ugh! Captain Wang, you’re going too far, filling even the sleeping quarters?"
