Chapter 90
“Ding, congratulations! You have won a pack of mutant plant seeds p>
This sudden prize made Liang Yuan’s face light up with surprise and joy.
Mutant plant seeds?
He quickly checked the lottery disc. He had already taken a rough look at it earlier, but he hadn’t noticed such a prize.
Finally, in a very tiny area, he found the mutant plant seeds prize.
Liang Yuan quickly took out the plant seeds and began to examine them.
[Mutated Sunflower]
Description: Can grow sunflowers that produce sunlight.
Quantity: 20 seeds
Survival rate: 20% Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn
Planting environment: Places with soil
Liang Yuan stared blankly at the introduction of this pack of seeds, his face full of astonishment.
“Sunflowers that produce sunlight? This p>
“Aren’t sunflowers supposed to produce seeds? How can they produce sunlight instead p>
“Could it be that they can glow p>
Liang Yuan was puzzled. He opened it up and saw, indeed, there were only 20 seeds.
“A survival rate of only 20%, that’s pretty low p>
“But the winning probability of this prize on the lottery disc is extremely low, even lower than the probability of winning Attribute Points. It must be a very rare item p>
Liang Yuan was no fool. Generally, the lower the winning probability for an item, the more valuable it likely is.
He immediately put away the mutated sunflower seeds, then looked around, and his expression changed slightly.
“Wait a minute, soil p>
He suddenly realized something. There wasn’t a single bit of soil in his home!
And outside, the massive flood had submerged the land; there had been no soil for a long time.
“Under the global flood, it seems all living things are mutating. Not just animals and aquatic life, but even plants are rapidly mutating p>
“But without soil, how can plants survive p>
Liang Yuan’s heart felt heavy. This mutated sunflower only needs soil to grow, which seems like a simple condition.
But in the face of a ravaging flood, getting soil is quite difficult!
Liang Yuan felt a heavy sensation in his heart, suddenly realizing that in the future, soil might also become a precious resource.
“No, I need to collect some soil. Whether it’s for planting mutant plants or regular vegetables, I need to prepare some soil p>
Liang Yuan took a deep breath, wondering how long the heavy rain would last, and whether Sun Mountain would be submerged.
If even Sun Mountain gets flooded, then finding soil would be impossible.
Do I have to dredge up silt from the seabed?
That’s a joke; the mutant fish in the sea could devour you whole.
“I remember there are quite a few households in this building that keep flowers, and there should be soil in their flowerpots p>
Liang Yuan noted this down, planning to collect soil when he and Ding Yan headed out later.
As he was thinking, there was another knock on the door.
This knock was very faint, as if the person was afraid of being heard.
Liang Yuan got up, walked to the door, and peeked through the peephole. His eyebrows instantly raised.
“It’s her p>
When he opened the door, he saw Song Wen struggling to support herself against the wall, clutching her stomach. She said pale-faced, “Hi… hello, I’m Song Wen, the resident from downstairs who exchanged food with you using a drone p>
At this moment, her face looked very off, pale and bloodless.
It didn’t seem like she was hungry; it looked more like she was sick.
Liang Yuan didn’t immediately open the door and asked, “Is it you, Song Dabao p>
Song Wen gave a wry smile, “That was my online name. My real name is Song Wen. Um… is Granny Li here p>
Liang Yuan shook his head, “Granny Li lives across the hall. What’s the matter p>
“I… I think I ate something bad p>
Liang Yuan was surprised, “What did you eat p>
“Bread. I had a piece left from yesterday. I didn’t finish it all at once and sealed it up to eat today p>
“But unexpectedly, it went bad in just one day. My stomach hurts badly. I can’t bear it. Do you… do you have any medicine for diarrhea p>
Liang Yuan suddenly realized, it was now July, and the heavy rain outside was continuous. Despite the storm, it was still hot, and without a fridge or air conditioning, food was hard to preserve.
But theoretically, bread, being a processed food, should have preservatives. How could it go bad in just a day?
Liang Yuan felt puzzled and suddenly thought of something.
“Wait a minute, as organisms mutate now—fish can mutate, cats can mutate, people can mutate, and even mutant plants appear. Why can’t microbes mutate p>
Liang Yuan felt a sinking feeling, realizing that microbes might also be evolving.
They might have overcome the barrier of industrial preservatives and will be rapidly developing and reproducing.
Food preservation has become a problem now.
Liang Yuan took a deep breath, grateful that he still had a fridge at home and an item box. Otherwise, it would be a real headache.
As he was thinking, Song Wen outside the door could no longer hold on; her legs buckled, and she fell to the ground.
Liang Yuan quickly opened the security door and hurriedly helped her up.
When he felt her smooth forehead, it was burning hot.
Liang Yuan immediately shouted, “Sister Mei? Sister Mei p>
Yang Mei hurried out of the kitchen and was startled by the scene outside.
Disregarding the fishy smell on her hands, she quickly ran over and asked, “Song Wen? Oh my, what’s wrong with her? What happened p>
Liang Yuan carried Song Wen and quickly placed her on the couch in the living room. “She has a fever. She said she ate some spoiled bread and has diarrhea as well p>
“Go across the hall and get Granny Li and the others. Ask them to bring the medical kit p>
Yang Mei nodded quickly, “Okay, I’ll go right away p>
She hurried to the opposite apartment to call for help. Soon, Granny Li, Wu Qian, Ding Yan, and others from the opposite side all came over.