Great Power Technology.

Chapter 526 Iowa Tragedy
While Ye Zhou and the others were discussing the follow-up work against the invasion of the adjacent dimension, Ugly Country, Iowa State.

Ayers was a very ordinary farmer in this country, and like every other farmer in this state, he managed his own piece of land.

This can almost be said to be a profession that has nothing to contend with - the wild west has long since disappeared, and within the scope of his own farm, no one else will be his enemy, because whether it is water, fertilizer, or land , were all planned early in the morning.

If there is any conflict, everyone is used to resolving it through a lawyer.

Anyway, since a long time ago, lawyer fees have been declining.

Therefore, his daily work content is actually very simple. In addition to arranging work for the farm workers, he drives his pickup truck around the farm. Take a few pieces, take a few photos, and send them to a professional agricultural consulting agency for inspection.

In fact, even this kind of situation rarely happens. The standardized and mechanized operation process makes it very easy for him and his crops. Those corns are as standard and full as they are produced in an assembly line.

But recently, his farm has run into some trouble.
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It can't be considered very big, but in a small area, the corn has died inexplicably. These areas are insignificant compared to his farm, but Els still decided to treat it with caution.

He didn't want to kill all the crops because of a blight like in the movie.

So, he reported the situation to the local agricultural department, but after reading it, the local agricultural department did not give any good suggestions.

"These damn pigs, they never helped!"

Els complained to his wife.

While preparing breakfast, the wife comforted her:
"Isn't that always the case with officials? What can we expect from them?"

"But isn't the test report already out? At least there are no signs of infectious diseases."

"I looked at the situation over there, and it really doesn't look like an infectious disease, but rather... um, he died of freezing."

"Frozen to death? It's autumn now, and the weather doesn't get cold so fast."

Ayers shook his head, but at the same time he felt a little puzzled—it was indeed like what his wife said, all the crops in those small withered areas looked like they were frozen to death.

Could it be the occasional hailstorm?

Yes, if you think about it carefully, it's really similar-it only appears in a small random area, there is no obvious precursor, and there are traces of cracks on the ground.

But how big is the hailstone to cause such consequences?
It's unbelievable, but often the most unbelievable explanation is the correct explanation. You know, the old Henry on the farm next door has seen a basketball-sized hailstone.

If he hadn't hid quickly, I'm afraid there would be no such thing as "Old Henry" in this world, because before he became old, he should have been crushed to death by hailstones.

Thinking of this, Els felt a little funny, and relaxed a little.

Anyway, the harvest season is coming soon, this little loss really can't change the overall situation.

He took the fried bacon and eggs handed over by his wife, swallowed them in three mouthfuls, and then went out and got on his tractor. The workers were already harvesting in a small area according to the predetermined plan. After the final two weeks of debugging, he must go to the site to watch to ensure that everyone can use the large machinery correctly.

He really couldn't bear the loss caused by an injury.

The early morning air was cold with a touch of humidity, which was a sign that the automatic irrigation device had started watering. Els turned the steering wheel in satisfaction, kicked the accelerator and drove towards the workers who were gathering in the distance.

It wasn't until he caught up with their slow pace that Ayres turned off the engine and stopped, then stepped forward and asked:

"Are the machinery and tools ready?"

"Get ready, Boss, today's fuel price has been lowered again. I haven't used up the money to buy fuel yesterday. I'll give it to you when the work is done——1100 Dole."

"1100? That much?"

Els asked in surprise.

In fact, the total amount of money he handed over to the workers yesterday for purchases was only 4000 Dole. The reference was last week’s price. According to the other party’s reply, the price of diesel oil dropped again in just one week. 20% more.

"Yes, it's all caused by Huaxia's nuclear fusion-but this seems to be a good thing for us, anyway, we are not an oil-producing country, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Our international economic system is based on Dole and the oil system. If the price of oil collapses, our national economy will also collapse."

Ayrs, a college-educated farmer, had far more foresight on such economic and political matters than the workers.

After patiently explaining, most of the workers understood what he meant, and changed their previous attitude as if they had taken advantage of it, and began to attack Huaxia for disregarding the overall situation.

Hearing these highly emotional remarks, Ayers didn't say much, but after a few words of attention to safety, he continued to patrol forward.

The farm has a large area, and it usually takes him four or five hours to complete the inspection, so he often takes a break in the middle, has a lunch, and then leisurely completes the rest of the work.

Of course today was no exception. As always, he stopped by a stream that ran through the farm, and took out the lunch box from his backpack, which contained sandwiches that his wife had prepared for him long ago.

However, before he had time to bite down, a hurried call came from the intercom.

"Boss, boss! Something happened!"

Els rushed to the walkie-talkie, his heart ached at this moment.

Afraid of what to come.

If a work-related accident occurs at this time, the income of his farm this year will be greatly reduced.

"What's the matter? Tell me now!"

"Boss, Charles is dead!"

"Charles is dead?? What happened??"

Els asked in shock.

He never imagined that the accident would be so serious. It is reasonable to say that although the current large-scale machinery is dangerous to a certain extent, most of them have taken complete life-saving measures. Difficult to reach the level of death.

It's not like being run over by a car, right?

"We didn't know, it died suddenly!"

"Died all of a sudden? Are you sure he died, didn't he faint from heatstroke?"

Hearing this, Els' heart has been relieved a lot.

As long as the death is not due to an accident, the loss will not be too great.

"He was dead and looked like he had a heart attack. We heard him yelling on the intercom and by the time we found him he was on the ground."

"Do CPR!"

Els yelled.

".we will not."

"Damn it, haven't you guys seen a movie? Compress your heart and give artificial respiration!"

"Yes, yes, someone is already doing it, but it doesn't seem to work"

"Then just stand there and wait for me!"

Els started the tractor, made a quick U-turn and rushed in the direction he came from, and kept confirming the direction and position with others. At this time, he was calm and calm. Of course, this was not because he was born to be able to meet When it comes to major events, the waves are calm, but because this matter has nothing to do with him.

He died inexplicably, most likely due to a sudden illness, so what does this have to do with him as a farmer?

Since it doesn't matter, of course there is no need to worry.

Thinking of this, Els felt a little relaxed.

However, the next second, a voice that made him extremely disturbed suddenly came from the intercom:
"Hell, Dopp is dead too! Boss!"

Half a second later, the intercom was suddenly silent, and cold sweat had already rolled down Els' face.

(End of this chapter)