![]() ![]() I sold the stupid dead beet field, recouping my loss, but I'm still down to about $350,000, and my cake prospects aren't looking good. My cows have produced more milk, which I drive glumly to the bakery. I head back to my farm and stare angrily at my wheat field, which hasn't grown at all. What kinda shitty farmer lets his beets die so another shitty farmer can't harvest them? I drive my harvester all over the field, but it gathers no beets. I buy the beet field for $146,000, I rent a giant beet-harvesting truck the size of an aircraft carrier for $24,000, and I drive to the beet field. I know I wanted to make everything from scratch, but I've got two months until Christmas, and my cake currently consists of strawberries floating in raw eggs next to a stack of butter and I am stressed. I check the map for existing beet fields, and as it turns out there's one right next to the baseball stadium across the highway.
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