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

Ai Moye began to sympathize with the interstellar people, "Have you really never tasted the kind of real wine brewed from pure grains such as sorghum or rice?"

Jiya recalled, "When I was a kid, I saw others drinking it, but I couldn't drink it at that time and didn't have the chance to taste it."

As for Mai Ma, it is even more impossible.

Ai Moye rolled up her sleeves with compassion, "Then let me show you my hand personally!"

The yield of the sorghum she grew was as high as ever. An average person's yield per mu is about 500 jins, but she has more than 1,000 jins from just one third of her land.

After starting to make wine, the three of them got busy.

First, Jiya. Because she has special powers and can call on colleagues in the center for help, she has to dig a hole to make a wine trough, prepare all the necessary tools, and build a large wine cellar to store the wine jars.

Mai Ma is responsible for selecting sorghum, while Aimo Ye conducts a live broadcast to explain the process of homemade sorghum wine to the audience.

"Traditional winemaking requires cooking, cooling, and fermentation according to the ratio of raw materials and ingredients, then mixing the fermented grains, waiting for fermentation, steaming, and storage. Every step is very important."

The title of her live broadcast room is [Traditional Craftsmanship of Sorghum Wine]. As soon as the broadcast started, it attracted thousands of people watching at the same time, and the number of people is still increasing.

This is more popular than any previous live broadcast. It seems that everyone is suffering from alcohol consumption and can't wait to see how traditional sorghum wine is made.

There are more and more spectators, and Ai Moye and others are also in full swing. They first use wooden barrels to steam and soak the high-quality sorghum.

Steam for about two hours, then cool the sorghum, add the koji, mix well and ferment.

"The fermentation time for strong-flavor, sauce-flavor and light-flavor sorghum wine is different. Strong-flavor type usually takes two months, while light-flavor type only takes half a month to a month."

Ai Moye was sweating profusely and walked in the temporary "wine shop" with the camera. Jiya and Maima both wore masks and carried out batch brewing work.

The popularity of the live broadcast room soared to 10,000, which was unprecedentedly popular.

[Oh my God, I can smell the aroma of wine! 】

[I have never drunk wine made from pure grains in my life. Where did the anchor come from? He was able to get so much high-quality sorghum and make wine from it all]

[It’s funny, I’m 102 years old, but I don’t even know that sorghum can make wine]

[First of all, what is sorghum? 】

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In the understanding of most interstellar people, drinks are blended with edible alcohol and flavors.

Only the rich and powerful can afford to drink real rice wine and sorghum wine.

Ai Moye once again realized how difficult it is for people to pursue some pure natural crops when the land is not suitable for growing food.

More people are asking about the price of sorghum wine and sending private messages in the background to make reservations.

Ai Moye asked Jiya, and Jiya said that even if it is pure grain wine at 500 stars per pound, the supply exceeds demand, so you can boldly mark the price.

However, the sorghum wine still needs to be fermented and stored in caves, so it cannot be sold for the time being, so Ai Moye can only appease the audience and wait for the wine to be completely stored.

After this live broadcast, Ai Moye's fans increased to more than 500.

"Oh my God, isn't it just a little sorghum wine? Why is it so popular?" Ai Moye looked through the messages in the background, and all of them were asking about the price and sale time of sorghum wine, but she couldn't reply.

Mai Ma calculated that they could brew four to five hundred kilograms of sorghum wine. Excluding the liquor used as gifts, there would still be at least three hundred kilograms left.

According to the price of 500 star coins per kilogram, 150,000 star coins will be duly received.

When this number was mentioned, the two sisters looked at each other.

After a long time, Ai Moye stammered, "Three hundred times five hundred, does it equal 150,000?"

Mai Ma was also in disbelief, "Yeah, right?"

Isn't this much more cost-effective than selling potato flour and sweet potato flour that they worked so hard for before?

Immediately, regardless of the weather, Ai Moye took the wheat and hemp together and sown an entire acre of sorghum.

The sorghum has just been sown here, and the watermelons are about to mature over there.

Because she didn't know how it tasted, Aimoye only asked Jiya and Maima to cut a watermelon and taste it.

Compared with the "watermelons" from Oasis Women's Prison, the melons grown from Aimoye have a much redder pulp, a thinner skin, fewer seeds, and a sweeter taste, which finally tastes like watermelon.

This kind of fruit was disliked by Aimoye, but Jiya and Maima ate it happily.

"This melon is delicious. It's sweet and crispy. It's even more delicious than angustifolia!" Mai Ma ate two large watermelons in one go, and her belly was bulging.

Jiya ate more gracefully, hugged two big ones and put them next to her, saying, "I'll take two back and give them to my colleagues to try. If you need anything in the future, they can help them better."

Ai Moye found it very unpalatable, but it was just that she hadn't tasted fruit for a long time, so she still managed to take a few bites.

"This melon is not doing well. We need to continue fertilizing and pollinating it to improve it."

In her opinion, the skin is thicker, the flesh is less, the sugar and juice are not enough, and it is not at all what she wants.

Jiya said, "Isn't this great? Like the melons over there in the oasis, they are bitter and astringent and don't have much pulp, so they are unpalatable."

Having said that, Ai Moye is used to eating all kinds of improved watermelons. How could such an "ordinary product" catch her eye?

That night, she collected the watermelon seeds, turned on the searchlight, and planted them overnight.

Jiya carried the two big melons back to the center and cut them open for her colleagues to taste. They were all amazed.

"Is this what natural fructose tastes like? I don't even burp after eating it. It's much better than sweeteners!"

"I never thought that I would be able to eat this delicious fruit in my lifetime. What is it called? Watermelon?"

All the prison guards burst into tears and attracted the prison boss.

Jiya handed over a piece and said, "Boss, try the melons grown by Ai Moye."

The boss looked at the red flesh, smelled the sweet smell, and immediately smiled, "This is good, this is really good, is it a new variety?"

"Yes, it was cultivated through cross-pollination of Aimoye."

The boss took a bite and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, it's so sweet!"

Jia smiled and said, "She doesn't think it's delicious enough yet and wants to improve it."

The other prison guards had tears in their eyes and said that they would be lucky in the future.

They don't need to eat much, as long as Aimoye is willing to sell two to them first, they will be satisfied.

While eating the melon, the boss looked at the girl working on the surveillance screen.

The yield is high, the growth cycle is fast, and perfect new varieties can be cultivated. Does this girl really have no powers?

Or?

The boss frowned, took out his cell phone and sent a message to the Imperial Marshal.

Marshal Di Lie, who was far away in the Blue Star Imperial Capital, was in a meeting. The boring meeting made his expression become more and more gloomy. His subordinates reported carefully, fearing that the marshal would twist their necks.

The phone rang, Di Lie took it and clicked on a new message.

In the picture, there is a selfie of the prison boss, holding a watermelon in one hand and a birch in the other, looking at the camera and looking cute, his bald head shiny.