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

Shan Delin came excitedly after receiving the news. When he arrived, he found that his half-dead mother plant was fluttering in the wind in the medicine field.

The original thin, pitiful and dry mother plant is now full of vitality, from the rhizome to the leaves to the trunk, it is like a widower and widow ushering in the second spring, her whole body is "radiant".

It even bloomed.

Shan Delin didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, and didn't give any reaction for a long time.

Ai Moye was not sure what he meant and asked, "Teacher Shande, can you say something?"

Shan Delin came back to his senses and said with a wry smile, "Ever since I raised this fritillary plant, I have never been willing to touch it with soil. Even the amount of light it receives every day and the amount of nutrient solution it inputs are rationed."

He raised it so carefully, but it was not as lush as Aimoye after raising it for so many days.

Ai Moye said, "Plants are most taboo with growing in this way, and no matter what kind of nutrient solution, they are not as effective as materials obtained from nature."

After starting the pharmacy class, Ai Moye analyzed the efficacy of some plant nutrient solutions and found that the messy formulas were not as good as her fertilization.

Interstellar people like these fancy things, which are not practical at all.

Shan Delin's concept was being shattered and reorganized. After a long time, he said with great discomfort, "Anyway, Teacher Ai, I have remembered this favor. What do you think I can give you in return?"

Aimoye waved her hand, "You are too polite to not repay anything in return. You gave me so many seeds before, and I don't know how to thank you."

Shan Delin didn't insist anymore, he had other ideas in mind.

He noticed the snowdrops and ginseng, but didn't pay much attention to them, thinking they were ornamental plants that Aimoye kept for fun.

On the contrary, the remaining fragrance of the rose is refreshing.

"Teacher Ai, is this kind of rose Dahongpao cultivated by our hospital?"

Ai Moye said, "Yes, I improved it with Dahongpao, but unfortunately it all withered."

The flowering period of roses is not long, even if they are grown from moss leaves, they only last about half a month, and they have withered to the point where only a little bit of the rose remains.

The moxa leaves were originally intended to be made into rose jam, but they couldn't spare the time, so they had to rot in the ground to nourish the earth. Wait until they all wither and then bloom again.

Shan Delin sighed and said, “It would be a pity for a talent like you not to enter the institute.”

Ai Moye laughed and murmured in her heart that she was studying medicine, practicing supernatural powers, farming and live broadcasting every day, and she was already too busy to do anything.

Are you letting her enter the institute again for fear that her life will be too long?

After seeing off Shan Delin, it was already getting late, so Ai Moye went back to study in order to avoid failing the exam.

Mai Ma's study tasks are not that onerous, and she can also cook, Jiya washes the dishes after dinner, and divides the labor.

The dinner is a combination of meat and vegetables, including pork fungus, braised loach, scrambled egg with tomatoes and pickled radish soup, it is very rich.

Jiya stirred the plate with a fork a few times and said, "I feel like I'm floating."

I usually can't walk when I see pure natural foods, but recently I feel like I'm tired of eating these every day.

As expected, people will not be satisfied with the status quo.

Mai Ma said, "Tomorrow morning, I will cook preserved egg and lean meat porridge. My sister just taught me the cooking method."

Ai Moye said, "Then I'll marinate the lean meat later, otherwise the taste will be too strong."

Jiya cheered up and asked, "Is the preserved egg and lean meat porridge delicious?"

Mai Ma nodded vigorously, "Sister Jiya, when you were away, Sister Ye Ye cooked it for me. It's super delicious!"

Jiya finally had some appetite, imagining the wonderful taste.

Ai Moye added, "I went to see the sheep today, and it's time to shear them. The wool can be used to keep warm, make sweaters or woolen quilts, and it can be used in winter."

Jiya was puzzled, "How to shear wool?"

Mai Ma raised her hand and said, "I can, I can, we have sheep in our hometown!"

Some large farmers have a lot of sheep. When it's time to shear the sheep, the farmers will find poor people nearby to work. One star coin can buy a whole day's labor.

Because Mai Ma is honest and hard-working, he is a very popular "cheap labor force", so he learned good kung fu at a young age.

It was just wool collected that she never had a chance to use.

Jiya immediately asked Maima how to shear sheep and trained in advance to avoid being in a hurry tomorrow.

The next day, Aimoye had to go to class, and the other two were shearing sheep on a live broadcast.

Mai Ma was able to do it with ease, but Jiya was in a hurry. Either the sheep ran away or she cut her hand, she was kicked in the face by the sheep, and she even had sheep shit on her body.

The live broadcast room burst into laughter, but they were also extremely envious.

[Sitting in the office every day and seeing the anchors so happy, how can I be envious? 】

[Get close to nature, be in nature, I don’t know how long I haven’t seen beautiful green plants]

[I want to go back to my hometown to farm, but unfortunately the soil on our planet is not good, and the sky is full of yellow sand]

[Let’s learn from Anchor. Wasn’t Anchor’s place used to be windy and sandy, but now it has become an oasis in the blink of an eye? 】

[The anchor should conduct a live broadcast of an environmental transformation and teach us how to turn wasteland into fertile cropland]

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Discussions were going on in the live broadcast room, and Mai Ma was not idle either. He quickly finished shearing the wool of the four sheep and drove the naked sheep back to the pen.

When she turned around, she saw that Jiya was still fighting against the last sheep.

She immediately didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sister, if it doesn't work, just let me do it."

Jiya sneezed in the wool shavings all over the sky, and gritted her teeth and said, "No! If I can't cut it off today, I won't call it... A sneeze... Ji, Jiya!"

Mai Ma was only worried that the irritable Jiya got angry and stabbed the sheep to death with her backhand.

"Then I'll wash the wool. If you can't do it, just call me."

"Why, do you still need to wash the wool?"

Ma Ma picked the wool back into the basket and said, "Of course it needs to be washed. There are so many miscellaneous hairs, sweat stains, dirt, and even sheep urine. How can it be used without washing?"

Jiya asked again, "How do you use it after washing it?"

Mai Ma was confused for a moment and said, "I don't know."

She used to just help the farmer's family shear sheep, but she couldn't afford the clean wool, and she didn't even know what the farmer's family was doing.

After all, I think they should be made into clothes and blankets.

After Ai Moye finished her class, Mai Ma had already dried the wool.

Touching the wool, Ai Moye said with satisfaction, "The length and curvature are good, and the elasticity is also good. It depends on how the luster and color look after drying."

Maima asked, "Sister, what are these used for?"

"Textile," Ai Moye said, "Gloves, blankets, and sweaters can all be made from this wool."

It's a pity that she doesn't have a textile machine here. Will she have to knit sweaters by hand?

Ai Moye couldn't help but sweat for herself.

As a prisoner who works multiple jobs, she really doesn't have time for this.

Outside the nearby sheepfold, Jiya finally finished repairing the wool, but the shearing was full of pits, as if it had been gnawed by stray dogs. The poor sheep were in a miserable state, as if they had been damaged by dogs.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room advised Jiya not to do this in the future and leave it to the little sister anchor No. 3.