My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 489 - 320: Pig Teammate

Chapter 489: Chapter 320: Pig Teammate

The sun gradually rose on the second day.

After the flowering period of the oilseed rape, the golden fields faded, replaced by clusters of slender pods.

The green pods would slowly turn yellow and then gray; that was the time to harvest the oilseed rape.

"When it comes to harvesting oilseed rape seeds, we need the right timing, location, and human harmony. It won’t do on rainy days, or when it’s overcast, or when the sun is too weak. We must take advantage of the high temperatures—weather like this with a blazing sun is most suitable!

Look! Like this, you first harvest the oilseed rape..."

Meng Lang expertly harvested a large bundle of the crop, then spread a layer of plastic cloth on the ground and arranged the harvested oilseed rape on it, before starting to beat it with a bamboo tool.

The round seeds were slapped down, clattering onto the plastic cloth.

"Oh~ so that’s how it’s done."

Xiao Yu nodded her little head, squatted down, picked up a few glossy seeds, and rolled them in her palm, like tiny pearls moving back and forth.

"To think the harvesting of oilseed rape would involve the elements of timing, location, and human harmony? Just get the work done!" Yan Weiwei rolled up her sleeves.

"Mm! That’s the spirit; that’s what I call ’human harmony’."

Meng Lang gave her a thumbs-up, then clapped his hands.

"Now let’s divide the labor. Master Yan with his martial prowess will take on the ruthless harvesting, Lawyer Lin will subject the oilseed rape to the legal beating, and Xiao Yu will be in charge of picking up the seeds—don’t forget to ponder over your social experience essay.

Does everyone understand?"

"Understood!" Xiao Yu raised her little fist in response.

Lin Haitang, who was rolling up his trouser legs on the ridge, looked up confusedly.

"We all have our tasks, what about you?"

Meng Lang leisurely spread a mat he brought along on the ground.

"Me? Of course, I’ll be taking a nice sunbath and a nap during this time!

Not to conceal the truth from you, last night was like a battlefield of bullets and artillery, and due to matters of national importance, I was forced to reset my internal clock, sacrificing my personal sleep time.

In order to prolong the useful life of my body, I need to catch up on that sleep.

"Speak human!"

"Err... Okay, I was playing ’Call of Duty’."

"You’re actually justifying staying up late playing games! You want us to work while you sleep away, how can you have the nerve!" Yan Weiwei glared at him.

She was suspicious that this guy had brought her onto the train just to conscript laborers.

"What’s there to be ashamed of? Do you really think we few could harvest the oilseed rape of these several acres of land in just a few days?

Look! Over there!"

Following the direction of Meng Lang’s finger, they all looked up and saw a harvesting tractor puffing out smoke in the distance.

Wherever it went, the oilseed rape was harvested and threshed...

Everyone: "..."

"What era are we in, who still does this kind of primitive manual harvesting, a single day’s work from the farm machinery equals several people’s work over several days.

I brought you here purely to give you a taste of rural life, get it?"

"You have farm machinery and still make us work?"

"If you don’t work, do you expect to drive the tractor then?"

Um... His logic is so sound; I have no rebuttal...

Meng Lang chose a haystack and comfortably lay down on it.

Tsk! You know what?

City beauties paired with a tractor... that distinctive charm could make a hot rural-themed video!

"Humph!" Yan Weiwei, seeing Meng Lang’s indolent manner, pouted and let out a huff, and with a swing of her sickle, a swath of oilseed rape neatly fell to the ground.

Meng Lang felt a chill on the back of his neck all of a sudden.

Hey hey! I asked you to harvest the crops, not to practice swordsmanship...

"Sigh! To think that I am a grand master of Dark Energy..."

"Weiwei, you’re cutting too fast, we can’t keep up... Ah! Xiao Yu, throw that beetle away!"

"But it’s so cute..."

"Haitang, you’re not scared of beetles, are you? Hehe!"

"What are you doing! Stay away from me!"

"Hahaha!"

"..."

Meng Lang with content laid back with his arms under his head, watching the three enjoy themselves and chuckled inwardly.

The city dwellers’ law of genuine appeal!

Rarity is the jewel that makes something precious; no wonder these rural tours have become so popular in recent years...

It’s just that Yan Weiwei and Lin Haitang obviously weren’t prepared for farming clothes, dressed rather stylishly, their fair skin under the sun is somewhat dazzling.

"Click!" Meng Lang couldn’t resist picking up his phone and captured the three in his camera...

"Eh?" Just as Meng Lang was about to share the photo in the group as a keepsake for them, he suddenly noticed that the framing of this photo looked strangely familiar?

He swiped left on the phone’s gallery.

The photo from last night titled "Godzilla Enters the Village" once again caught his eyes.

After comparing and then looking up at the distant hilltops, Meng Lang suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Heh! Indeed it looked familiar; it was taken from the same angle!

What an uncanny reproduction!

This was really a "Through the Ages Old Photo Series".

The brother really put thought into this...

Looking at the two photos on the phone, one themed on peaceful times, the other captioned "struggling forward".

Meng Lang fell silent for a moment, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.

If the future couldn’t be changed, this tranquil and serene little mountain village would eventually turn into ruins, a living hell...

"Things have gotten trickier..."

He was mentally prepared for the Night Demon Clan’s trump cards.

After all, this was a civilization capable of interstellar travel; even if they suddenly brandished Star Destroyer-level weapons, he wouldn’t be too surprised.

He just couldn’t quite understand why the Night Demon Clan, with such capabilities and the ability to decisively defeat humanity head-on, would choose to create "Madman Doomsday"?

Does this mean, in terms of how to destroy humanity...

... the priority of "Madman Doomsday" is higher than that of the "Pacific Ring"?

Do they have many ways to destroy humanity, but "Madman Doomsday" is the kind of death most in line with the Night Demon Clan’s preferences?

So what is the difference between the two?

The difficulty of exterminating humanity? The degree of damage to the planet? Or is it a matter of cost... like the consumption of crystals and gas?

Meng Lang put a blade of foxtail grass in his mouth, lost in thought.

These behemoths were obviously hatched in the depths of the ocean.

But whether the Night Demon Clan proceeded with Plan B only after realizing Plan A had failed, or if both plans were implemented simultaneously with these beasts as the Night Demon Clan’s backup...

This question required further investigation and confirmation.

Furthermore, there was a line in "Mengzi’s Art of War" that was glaringly out of place and particularly concerning to Meng Lang...

"In 2023, Fusang began discharging H-wastewater."

Of all the narrative text in the last section, this sentence was the most inexplicable.

In the midst of a survival documentary, a sudden mention of environmental issues seemed jarringly abrupt.

An anomaly indicates a demon at work; a man acting out of the ordinary holds a blade behind his back; words that don’t match one’s actions surely hide a ghost!

Meng Lang carefully examined the photo of the massive beast, its green fluorescent glow was conspicuously noticeable...

Ordinary organisms don’t have such abnormal glowing substances.

Even without a scientific background, Meng Lang had heard that some radioactive materials might exhibit such fluorescence...

"Humanity discovered that these creatures could actually absorb the energy from nuclear radiation. In areas irradiated after a nuclear explosion, the destructive force of the beast tide became even more alarming!"

Combining this information with the descriptions in the book, the answer was almost obvious...

Could Fusang’s discharge of H-wastewater be the cause behind these monsters evolving the ability to withstand nuclear radiation?

Meng Lang opened a search engine and entered "Fusang", "H-wastewater", and "discharge" as keywords to look up related news.

This search engine was optimized by Zero, and it quickly and accurately displayed the news he was seeking.

Hm... that would be the kind without any ranked advertisements on the first page...

Meng Lang began perusing various related news articles.

In March 2011, a magnitude nine earthquake occurred in the northern part of Fusang’s Miyagi Prefecture and triggered a tsunami, causing the No. 1 nuclear power plant operated by the Edo Power Company on Fusushima to lose its cooling capabilities.

However, Edo Power Company deliberately concealed the true situation at first, claiming that "the nuclear power plant had not experienced significant malfunctions".

On March 12th, two explosions occurred at Reactor 1 due to high temperatures. Afterward, senior management finally realized the severity of the situation and began extracting large quantities of seawater to cool the reactor.

The seawater, after cooling the reactor, turned into radioactive wastewater. Edo Power Company, citing the lack of adequate storage, directly dumped approximately 10,000 tons of highly radioactive wastewater into the ocean.

Subsequently, other reactors at the nuclear power plant suffered hydrogen explosions and fires, a series of accidents that led to the rupture of containment vessels, finally compromising the last line of defense at the nuclear power plant.

Large amounts of highly radioactive materials rapidly spread into the environment, posing radiation hazards to the surrounding air, water, and land, forcing residents within a 20-kilometer radius of the nuclear power plant to evacuate.

Seven years later, ongoing leaks at Fusushima H had already resulted in millions of tons of radioactive water and tens of millions of cubic meters of nuclear waste, with more expected to be generated in the future.

Dealing with these nuclear wastes is like an endless marathon...

"Fusushima H leaks," Meng Lang mused upon seeing the news, it seemed somewhat familiar.

But back then, he was in high school, under intense pressure from studies; such sensational news was merely a trivial spice amidst his dull life.

Plus, in recent years, this topic seemed to have faded from the media, so much that he hardly remembered it.

"Strange, the news doesn’t mention Fusang’s discharge plans, eh? Could it be a decision made only in the next two years?" Meng Lang speculated.

After all, as the news said, dealing with this nuclear waste was a big headache, with considerable sums spent annually on building new storage tanks.

They’re not discharging now due to public opinion pressure, but what if one day they find the cost unbearable and give up?

Given their national character of "focusing on the trivial and losing sight of the essential", it wouldn’t be unexpected for them to take such action.

The problem is they have no idea what else lies hidden in the Pacific at this moment.

Meng Lang imagined they must be puzzled, wondering how they could end up receiving a high-energy "radiation combo" meal while diving in the Pacific?

Feeling happy?

"Not afraid of godlike opponents, but fearful of pig-like teammates..."

Meng Lang couldn’t help but sigh.

In a small view, this is an environmental issue; in a larger view, it’s akin to aiding the enemy!

All humanity should resent this!

What happened to the Human Destiny Community?

To make such a sacrifice for the benefit of the whole world, dragging everyone into danger...

And now, with so many little monsters at our doorstep, we’re facing the radiation-enhanced version.

Go ahead and keep trusting the light!

It’s just a little bit of money, after all!

Indeed, becoming allies with enemies is mostly for survival.

And allies turning into enemies... mostly for profit...