Chapter 588
The first thing we did was show everyone the spud boxes we would be teaching them to make. It looked like an upside-down table with potatoes growing inside the wooden fras while the legs were replaced by wooden studs.
The rest of my group just watched or walked around the area while Oscar, Charlotte, and Chris stayed behind.
Jerry, one of Morales' soldiers asked, “I thought it was supposed to be a box? That's… that's more like a table, right?”
I replied, “It is, yes. However, the plant has only grown so much so the fras we made haven't been put in yet. The higher the plant goes, the more fras we put in until harvest. When it cos, we just unscrew from the bottom and carefully take everything out. You could use so of the potatoes you harvested to be planted again so it could go on for as long as we can.”
Roo, another one of Morales' soldiers interjected, “Can we start now? I'm kinda curious how this works. Can we just use any kind of seed potato?”
Charlotte replied, “U-Umm… excuse … you could but it's recomnded to use the late varieties… T-That's the one we have planted one the couple boxes here.”
Roo looked at Charlotte with surprise before asking, “Can I know why?”
Charlotte replied once more, “U-Umm… it's because once we stack them up… the late varieties could produce more tubers in each layer. W-Well… we're not supposed to be picky at this ti but the early varieties would just yield fewer potatoes. We have a few early varieties at ho but they're not placed in these spud boxes…”
Roo nodded pensively with the rest of the soldiers that offered help.
I took their attention, “Okay, let's start preparing the materials first. For starters, I want four 2-inch by 2-inch by 33-inch studs, twelve 21-inch by 2-inch by 6-inch boards, and twelve 24-inch by 2-inch by 6-inch boards.”
Jerry g.r.o.a.n.e.d, “That many?”
Oscar chuckled, “That's just for one spud box, boy. Furthermore, you're gonna need 96 pieces of 2.5-inch wood screws to hold them together.”
Jerry's eyes widened, “That many?! Can't we just use nails?”
Oscar shook my head, “Nope. Did you forget what the kid said earlier? We need to unscrew them for each harvest so that we could use the wood that we used to make them. If we use nails, we might damage the fra when we start to pry them open. If you're that lazy, you could start looking for a drill so you wouldn't complain when you power through with a screwdriver.”
Jerry shrank down, “I'm not being lazy… J-Just surprised. We already have a drill here, what do I do?”
I instructed, “Wait for them to finish cutting up the 24-inch wood boards then drill 2 holes on each end, exactly ¾ inches away from each corner. Doing that would position the screw to go into the center of the cut side of the 21-inch boards. Once you're done, screw two of the 24-inch boards together with the 21-inch boards to form the fra like the one we have here.”
Jerry nodded, “I-I see…”
Charlotte added, “P-Please do that five more tis so that we would have six fras for each box. We wouldn't be able to use all of them at the sa ti but it's better to have them ready so the asurents are all the sa.”
Roo raised his hand, “Umm, these studs go in the inside, right?”
Charlotte nodded, “Yes. All four would go inside, copying what we have here…”
Everyone else started working on their own spud box but Houston we have a problem. I wasn't sure who cursed these motherf.u.c.k.i.n.g soldiers but all of their asurents were way off. They even had their own rulers, asuring tapes, pencils, and etc. but I was sure they weren't trolling . I thought I could endure seeing them be off by a few centiters but this madness had to stop.
Oscar already disappeared from view when I pulled out a whip.
I made it crack loudly before screaming, “EVERYONE OF YOU F.U.C.K.I.N.G STOP! WE'RE DOING THIS THE RIGHT WAY OR IT'S THE LAST THING YOU'LL EVER DO! GIVE THAT PENCIL!”
“OH GOD~ OH GOD~”
“NOOOOOO~”
“MOMMY~”
“HELP ~~~”
“STOP CRYING OR I'LL JAB THIS PENCIL IN YOUR F.U.C.K.I.N.G EARLOBE, YOU F.U.C.K.I.N.G HEAR ?!”
I spent a few hours whipping everyone to shape until it was noon. I heard cries, groans, screams, and final words but I didn't f.u.c.k.i.n.g care. I made sure that each and every spud box we produced were the sa sizes and it really paid off in the end.
We made 48 boxes in total and we placed them in one corner of the port where the sun could shine the brightest. Everything just fits perfectly including the other two that we brought and it almost brought a tear to my eye. With that said, the soldiers gave respect to Charlotte and Chris since they were the only ones that manage to avoid my wrath.
I gathered everyone in a circle, “So, can't you see the greatness we could achieve if we're f.u.c.k.i.n.g accurate? Hmm? Anyway, enough about that. Just keep everything here watered and just add more soil and a fra each ti it grew. With that said, you could make more spud boxes on your own but I'll f.u.c.k.i.n.g check it… very thoroughly.”
The soldiers just exclaid with tears in their eyes, “Yes, sir!”
I nodded with a devilish smile, “Good, good~ Well, look at the ti. It's already noon! Good thing we brought lunch for everyone! C'mon! You'll all be able to make so of these if you take care of them properly.”
They all asked at the sa ti, “W-What is it?”
I just smiled once more and we brought down a large pot of potato salad with eggs. It was simply made by mixing together so mayonnaise, yogurt, pickles, vinegar, paprika, garlic powder, salt, and pepper with chopped eggs, potatoes, celery, and onions.
It was supposed to be eaten as is but rice was just sothing that couldn't be taken away easily. I served each of them a bowl and the tyranny I gave them earlier was already forgotten. With that said, so of them were actually crying while they were eating.
I chuckled, “What's wrong with you guys?”
“This is too good!”
“There's flavor!”
“There's complexity!”
“It's not just boiled with salt or just added in whatever they call a stew!”
“Praise whatever that granted us this blessing!”
I looked around, “So… there's no one to handle the food here, eh?”
Roo answered, “Yeah… it's just left to whoever is available since our cooks here are still adjusting. Well, you send us so food sotis so it's all good. We can't complain all the ti since it's more or less the sa back ho.”
Jerry added, “We got more servings over here too. Back ho, we're happy to get two als a day. It's just that there are too much people to feed in Davao… we're just estimating and conserving for the worse. I heard it's stable right now but it's pretty bad when it started.”
Chris interjected, “So you guys were really down bad over there? I guess we're really just lucky…”
Roo replied, “Not all the ti. We get a small cut every ti we bring back resources but we don't have the tools or even the knowledge to cook sothing like this. That's why we're really happy every ti you send us food. We got to taste so ho cooking and so we haven't even tasted back ho.”
We talked a lot more while having so lunch but I eventually let Chris and Charlotte on the care of Morales' soldiers since they helped quite a lot with our small project. With that said, our group traveled to the City of Malabon but this ti, we were going towards the City of Manila.
It was because we needed to establish a safe route between our cities and the only way to do that was to kill several hundreds of the undead until they thin out.
The only problem we were facing was that the number of barangays we needed to clear before getting into Iskoh's territory was just too much. One example was that the barangays between the City of Malabon and the City of Manila weren't even nad properly, they were just given numbers. It would take a lot of manpower to clear the roads since not only they were infested, they were the area where the ferals would lurk and would sotis even form packs.
That caused the march to get staggered even more, requiring only large groups or elite units to handle the task.
Oscar tapped , “Are you sure you're gonna continue using that M2, kid? It's fine if we're in this area, you know?”
I shook my head, “Nah, I think it's fine. I think we need more stopping power if we need to you know… stop them. Heh.”
The two of us just started laughing before groans and pity laughs followed.
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