I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1002 - 1092: Taking Grandma Jing on a Cruise and Making Plans

"Isn’t it amazing? Such a big ship, and she just takes people for a spin like it’s nothing. That old lady sure is lucky to have such an impressive granddaughter."

Ignoring the onlookers’ stares, thoughts, and mix of envy and admiration, this warship was something Jing Shu had earned legitimately. It was part of her ’military accomplishments,’ so she wasn’t worried about exposing it.

After bringing Grandma Jing aboard the aircraft carrier, Grandma Jing’s mouth wouldn’t close. The sea breeze blew her silver hair, but her mouth stayed open.

"Girl, the view from up here is fantastic, and the sea breeze is so refreshing. If only it could move a bit." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Jing Shu had the rotten mermaids pull the carrier around from below. When the massive ship started moving, Grandma Jing was startled: "Why is it moving? I was just joking. If we really take it for a spin, how much oil would that burn?"

Jing Shu replied, "Grandma, the Hulk’s things are pushing it from down there, so no fuel cost. Let’s take you for a spin and check out the scenery. I also need to hand over some work later."

The carrier slowly moved forward. As Grandma Jing felt the surroundings recede, she was about to say something but quickly got distracted by the things on the deck.

"Oh dear, why are there plants growing on this ship? Who tangled the grapevines like this? Whose loofah vines are arranged this way? Who’s growing cucumbers like that?" Grandma Jing slapped her thigh. As an old farmer, she couldn’t stand seeing crops mistreated.

Jing Shu, who was responsible for tangling the grapevines: "..."

She coughed lightly.

These grapevines and loofahs were transplanted from Jing Shu’s space. In there, they didn’t need trellises since they grew on their own. Jing Shu remembered that back at the old flat, Grandma Jing’s yard had a huge grape trellis.

There were grapevines, loofahs, and cucumbers all mixed together. Mr. Jing built the trellises by hand, and Grandma Jing took care of them daily.

In May and June, guests would casually pick small cucumbers and take a crunchy bite, sweet and crisp.

The yard was sunny, and when the cucumber flowers climbed up, they were beautiful.

Cucumbers matured in two months, very quickly.

By July and August, grapes would ripen, filling the yard. Visitors entering the gate would bask in the sun, but the grape trellis provided natural shade.

During this time, not only were there grapes but flowering loofah and pumpkins, too. By September, loofah and pumpkins ripened.

In November and December, the grapevines withered, but then winter melons ripened.

The grape trellis at the old flat seemed to bear fruits all year round, always lush, encapsulating Jing Shu’s happy childhood memories.

So she wanted to set up grape and loofah, cucumber, and pumpkin trellises around the mother ship.

Beautiful and edible.

But ideals are one thing; when actually transplanted onto the deck panels, they seemed somewhat out of place.

Jing Shu hurriedly explained, "Hey, Grandma, I set this up. I’m thinking since this ship is our family’s, in the future if we travel on it, it should be prepared. Setting up grape trellises now means we’ll have good food on the trip, right?"

Grandma Jing inspected them. Although it was the wrong season, they were healthy seedlings. Only then did she relax: "I don’t know where you found such healthy seedlings. But now it’s late December, not the time for grafting. They can’t bloom too early, or else they won’t bear good grapes next year."

"Later, ask your grandpa to set up more trellises. Let them climb properly and they’ll grow."

Jing Shu chuckled, "Grandma, the vegetable trellises on this ship are up to you and Grandpa then."

Grandma Jing suddenly realized: "Girl, this big ship is ours? Can we do anything on it?"

Jing Shu nodded, "Absolutely, Grandma. I earned this for my accomplishments. It’s a reward, not something I bought with money. This ship is ours, so we can do whatever we want with it."

She didn’t spend money but did use hard-earned Contribution Value worth tens of thousands.

Grandma Jing rubbed her hands with worry, thinking about the huge cost of oil for such a beast, but also danced with joy.

For someone with a farming background, even in an apocalypse, food and clothing are crucial, so farming is too.

No matter how wealthy the Jing family might be now, sitting idle and consuming resources won’t do; planting more is essential.

Picking up the conversation with Jing Shu, she said: "You can indeed grow grapes and fruits on these trellises, but when the ship moves, the wind might blow the fruits away. We should plant in a sheltered spot, preferably at the stern, and use nets underneath."

Jing Shu nodded, taking note.

Grandma Jing, hands behind her back, felt the sea breeze, walking fast enough that Jing Shu had to jog to keep up.

Grandma Jing kept nodding and commented that such a large deck with nothing on it was a waste. She pointed at a plastic runway and asked, "Girl, what’s that? It looks like a field or something?"

Jing Shu explained, "Grandma, that’s an airstrip, a take-off and landing point for planes."

Grandma Jing gave an "oh," looking impressed but suppressing a comment, wondering if her granddaughter would bring back airplanes next.