After all, a single female locust could lay nearly two hundred eggs, and if left unchecked, their numbers could explode in just a few days.
Marcus also knew that once pesticides were used, the crops never tasted the same. Sometimes, the bitterness lingered in the grains and vegetables, no matter how well they were cooked. Naturally grown produce, on the other hand, always had a fresher, more wholesome flavor.
"I think that’s a good idea," Marcus said. He wasn’t merely humoring Kisha; he genuinely believed it would help them. Once the paddies were irrigated, they could leave most of the work to nature; there would be little need for constant supervision.
The soil on Kisha’s farm was naturally fertile, requiring no extra fertilization, which meant one less worry for them.
Still, Marcus knew the real reason behind Kisha’s suggestion—she simply wanted to enjoy the conches, loaches, and other small fish that could thrive in the paddies. And as far as he was concerned, indulging their Young Madam’s cravings was something he’d gladly do.
"We could even put in some frog eggs," Marcus added with a small smile. "They’d roam the paddies naturally... and besides, frogs are considered exotic food. Many people would enjoy them."
But after he said that, Marcus noticed Kisha’s face twist in discomfort.
’Could it be... Young Madam is afraid of frogs, like most girls? That’s unexpected,’ he thought, watching her avert her eyes as though she didn’t even want to picture them.
Catching the knowing smirk on Marcus’s lips, Kisha quickly clarified. "It’s not that I’m scared of frogs. I just... can’t eat them. I don’t even know when I developed this aversion, but every frog reminds me of a bullfrog. And just imagining eating one makes me think of their bumpy, boil-like skin." She stuck out her tongue in disgust, shuddering at the thought.
Marcus chuckled at the sight. This was the first time he had ever seen Kisha show such a strong aversion to anything. He had grown so used to seeing her as flawless, an untouchable figure, almost divine, the kind of perfection that only their Vice City Lord could rival.
To them, the two were like gods who had descended to redeem the people. Yet now, watching Kisha wrinkle her nose in disgust, Marcus was struck by how human she seemed, just like them. And that small glimpse of vulnerability made him feel unexpectedly closer to their Young Madam.
"But I think you made perfect sense. We could raise those frogs here and deliver them to the Supply Center, see if people want them out of novelty, curiosity, or even genuine craving. After all, with the apocalypse forcing everything around us to evolve and mutate, most frogs outside have likely already turned into something we can’t just eat at will." She shrugged, unconcerned.
She didn’t need to eat the frogs herself; Marcus could still cultivate them in the paddies and let them grow. Once they matured, it would take only three months inside her Territory, equivalent to just three days outside, for the frogs to multiply. Alongside them, the conches, loaches, and crabs would also thrive, giving them plenty of options.
With several acres of rice paddies, they could even divide them up: one acre for loaches and conches, another for crabs, another for frogs.
"Oh, and what about crayfish?" Kisha added suddenly, the thought sparking in her mind. "They’re in the marsh, but paddy-grown crayfish have a different taste."
"We can add all of them if you wish, Young Madam. There’s more than enough space in the rice paddies. After all, nearly half of the farm is devoted to rice and wheat, while the rest is for vegetables. This way, we’ll have everything we need," Marcus said—and he was right.
Kisha nodded. "Alright, let’s cultivate all of them. Right now, we only have a limited variety of meat and food in the market. By increasing the options, we’re not only giving people more choices but also boosting their morale."
"If they’re happier and more motivated, they’ll work harder to earn work points to buy these foods. In the end, it’s a win-win for everyone." She murmured the last part to herself, though Marcus still heard it.
With that, Kisha, Marcus, and the others—Gant, Mike, and Daisy—began gathering the eggs of the creatures they had discussed. Since Hugo’s team couldn’t pass through the farm’s boundaries, the task fell on them.
Some headed to the marsh to catch crayfish, carefully setting aside the ones carrying eggs to be placed in the rice paddies, while the rest were gathered to be cooked. After all, they had nearly forgotten about the crayfish, and with their population thriving, it was the perfect time to enjoy a feast. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺


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