Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million points of magic

In the novel, Aimoye is the daughter of a corrupt official.

Corrupt officials are greedy and brainless, with no big power behind them. The original network of relationships was completely cut off when the marshal ransacked his house.

Therefore, even if Aimoye reveals something to the outside world, no one can come to rescue the prisoner.

Although the live broadcast device has been arranged, Ai Moye has no idea what content to live broadcast.

She thought about it and gave the live broadcast room a rustic name - The Daily Life of Farmers on Ancient Earth.

When the show started, there was no one there.

Ai Moye was not in a hurry. He first went to loosen the soil in the field, water it, clean up the garbage that was swept up by the sandstorm at night, and then went to the pen to feed the pigs and chickens.

The live broadcast in the interstellar era is a 360° recording without blind spots by several mosquito-sized miniature cameras, and the best viewing angle is quickly synthesized through the terminal processor, without the need for photographers to circle around.

So Aimoye didn't feel anything at all. After two or three hours passed, she suddenly remembered that she was still on live broadcast.

She clicked on the live broadcast recorder on her wrist, and the screen showed 5 people online.

There were only five of them, but they were very critical of her.

[Oh my God, you actually feed sweet potatoes to pigs? Don’t you know that pigs, such precious animals, only eat refined grains? 】

[The mask she is wearing is too stupid. You don’t need to think about it to know that she is a big** (the system reminds you to use civilized language and do not use swear words)]

[She feeds grass to the chickens? Feeding grass to chickens? Feeding grass to chickens? Damn, wasting my time! 】

…

Within a few minutes, even these five people were gone.

Aimoye sighed and looked around her little world.

What’s wrong with feeding sweet potatoes to pigs? What’s wrong with feeding ryegrass to chickens?

Human beings in the interstellar era obviously don't know how to farm and breed, but they are used to giving advice.

Ai Moye already had a lot of experience in farming when he was on earth.

Her grandparents were serious Ph.D.s in agriculture and had been farming all their lives. There were several walls of books about animals and plants at home.

In her spare time, her grandparents would take her to the fields and teach her many farming techniques.

Her maternal grandfather’s family was from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and he was also from a well-educated family, which influenced her to have a profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.

As for her father, he became a well-known international chef, especially good at health and diet therapy. He fed her mother until she was as beautiful as a girl even at her age.

In general, Ai Moye is quite proficient in farming, Chinese medicine and food.

Coming to this planet where fruits and vegetables are scarce, I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a curse.

In the evening, Jiya looked at the situation in the live broadcast room and shook her head hard.

"You can't do this. If there is no income from live broadcasting, why bother to invest in these equipments?"

Ai Moye asked, "How much income can you usually get from live streaming?"

Jiya called up several live broadcast rooms from her mobile phone and said, "These are the most popular Internet celebrities at the moment. Look at this one who dances while dancing, and this one who shows off his muscles and that place. They say millions less every day." Pentacles!”

"Hiss..." Ai Moye took a deep breath.

Although I have always known that traffic is king on Earth, I never expected that this would be the case even in the interstellar era.

People earn just a few million a day, but she, Ai, probably has been working since the ape-man era, and can't even keep up with her monthly income.

The first day of the live broadcast ended dismally. Aimoye learned a lesson and felt that the content was inevitably a bit boring, so it was better to do something else.

So the next day, she came up with a title - how to make traditional jam.

Jiya was surprised when she saw it, "Can you make jam?"

"It's so simple, what can't it do?" Ai Moye thought, it would be strange if it couldn't be done.

Jiya looked at her in confusion, "Are you really the noble daughter of the corrupt Ai family? How can you, a eldest lady, do these jobs that even prisoners can't do?"

Ai Moye smiled enigmatically, "Is it possible that just because she is a noble girl, she is well-informed and knows everything?"

Jiya felt that it seemed to make sense.

In Blue Star, because there are few types of fruits, there are not many fruits that can be used to make jam.

Ordinary jam is also synthesized by technological means, which can greatly reduce costs.

Therefore, when Aimoye typed the words "ancient jam", the live broadcast room became more popular.

[Is the fruit she is picking sea buckthorn? 】

[It looks delicious, but can she really make jam? 】

[Sea buckthorn must be eaten when it is ripe, otherwise it will go bad in two or three days, so making jam is no problem]

Despite the buzz in the live broadcast room, Ai Moye turned a blind eye. After washing the picked sea buckthorn, she sat down to broadcast.

"The preparation of sea buckthorn jam is actually very simple. First, add water to the pot and add an appropriate amount of sugar. If you like a sweeter taste, add more. If it is more sour, you can even leave it out..."

Ai Moye's voice is steady and soft, coupled with a landscape painting mask and the faint orange light in the cave, it really has a retro feel.

"Generally speaking, you need carrots and lemons, but I don't have the ingredients on hand, so I won't use them for the time being. Sea buckthorn is a fruit rich in vitamin C. Eating more of it can whiten your skin."

In the live broadcast room, someone asked a question.

[How to eat this jam? 】

Ai Moye was stunned for a moment and said, "How can you eat jam? With sandwiches, bread, salad dressing, or as juice to make cocktails, there are so many ways to eat it, what a stupid question to ask?"

There was silence in the live broadcast room, but soon began to get weird.

Ai Moye didn't know why, and she didn't hear Jiya mention jam until after the broadcast.

"How much jam can ordinary people afford? You don't even know how expensive fruits are. If Planet 2B is not suitable for the growth of sea buckthorn, why would you still want to eat fruits just because you are a prisoner?"

Ai Moye smacked her tongue, she didn't expect that sea buckthorn, which no one eats on earth, would be so precious in Blue Star.

Jiya patted her shoulder again, sighed and said, "I can't blame you. You are the daughter of a corrupt official. Not to mention jam, I'm afraid you even ate fruits in the past, right?"

The sourness in Jiya's words made Ai Moye really dumbfounded.

"When I breed a new variety of watermelon, I will give it to you to taste as soon as possible."

Jiya asked, "What is watermelon? Is it the bitter and astringent stuff from Oasis Women's Prison?"

Without waiting for Ai Moye to explain, she fanned her hands again and said coolly, "No, no, this food tastes terrible. You take a mouthful of melon and rinse your mouth for a long time. Aren't you cheating on me?"

Ai Moye won't say much, as long as she waits for a new variety of watermelon to be cultivated, Jiya will always fall in love with it.

On the 33rd day of his exile, Aimoye put on a mask, started a live broadcast, and filled the fields with manure.

She piled chicken manure, pig manure, and occasionally some bird carcasses into the latrine under the pig pen. Sweet potato vines and potato vines were waiting inside to become natural fertilizers.