I cultivate mushrooms in warhammer

985 . M30, the 985th year of the 30th millennium, or 29985 AD.

Solar System, Hive World - Epiphyte.

Lower Hive, Eighth District, Loading Platform.

Inside a train car waiting to be loaded, several stevedores were resting in a corner hidden from the foreman's view.

A taciturn young man walked into the car and put down the metal box in his hand.

Despite being out of breath from exhaustion, the young man turned a blind eye to the lazy stevedores and did not complain.

The stevedores in the corner watched the young man leave, exchanged glances, and chuckled.

"What a silly kid."

"With him around, things are much easier for us."

"Heh heh heh."

Five o'clock in the afternoon, Terra time, the last box of goods was placed on the car, and today's loading work was over.

The foreman came to count the goods, took out a stack of plastic cards, and handed them to the foreman of the stevedore team:

"Here, this is today's salary, twenty ration cards per person. There will be another carload to move tomorrow morning, be on time, don't be late."

"Yes, boss. I'll keep it in mind."

The foreman took out five ration cards, stuffed them into the foreman's pocket, and gave a flattering smile:

"This is a little something from the brothers for you. You have to leave us a good job tomorrow."

The foreman snorted softly, quite satisfied, and left with his hands behind his back.

The foreman waved to his men and shouted:

"Come, come, everyone come over. Twenty ration cards per person. Except for you, Lino, you only get ten."

The foreman slapped the ration cards on the young man's chest and said earnestly:

"Lino, after your father died, we didn't give his job to someone else, but let you take on this job, entirely out of respect for your father. You are still young now, and there is no one else in the family to support, so your burden is much lighter than ours. So, you take less, we take more, you don't mind, right?"

Lino was the taciturn young man in the stevedore team, fifteen years old this year.

He had just finished studying Low Gothic and mathematics at the Lower Hive Academy when he received the news that his father had died of exhaustion at a renovation factory.

There is no such thing as work-related injury in the Hive World, let alone compensation or consolation money.

After losing his father, the family income was cut off, and Lino had to give up his plan to learn a craft at the academy and step onto the loading platform to start a life of drudgery.

Faced with the foreman's hypocrisy, Lino was like a void.

He swallowed all the negative information from the outside world, but did not give any emotional feedback.

After putting away the ration cards and walking towards the factory gate, Lino's back was lonely and desolate, as if he had not yet recovered from the grief of losing his father.

After Lino walked away, the stevedores grinned, their faces full of smugness at their cleverness.

"Boss, you still have a way, easily fooling a stupid kid to work for us."

"Haha, not only do we have less work to do, but we don't have to pay out of our own pockets to please the foreman, this is really a comfortable life!"

The foreman was surrounded by his workers, triumphant, and waved his hand:

"Go, guys, let's go to the nearby tavern to have fun."

A group of people ran happily towards the gate, heading for alcohol and wobbly bed boards.

What the stevedores didn't notice was that the young man who had left alone earlier was watching them with apathetic eyes.

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What a bunch of pathetic Lower Hive people, why should the glory of the Emperor shine on you?

Lino withdrew his gaze from the stevedores and walked quickly towards his residence.

Everyone else thought he was an orphan going through the pain of losing his father.

But that was not the case.

He was a transmigrator.

Seven days ago, the original owner of this body cried himself to death in bed because of his father's death. Lino was hit by a muck truck in the original world, his soul transmigrated, and occupied this body.

From that moment on, the owner of the body was no longer the inexperienced teenager.

Lino knew very well what the foreman had done to him.

Exploitation, oppression, withholding wages, exposing the ugliness and hypocrisy of human nature.

Lino had a plan in his mind that could change his own destiny, so he had no time to care about petty matters.

Today was the key day to carry out the plan.

Once successful, he could forever say goodbye to the life of exchanging meager income for high-intensity physical labor.

Without a word along the way, his residence was close at hand.

It was a tin house inherited from the original owner's father.

Lino took out the ration cards hidden under the bed and put them in his pocket.

Including the original owner's inheritance and the wages he earned, he had accumulated more than one hundred ration cards.

After going out, he walked straight to the roadside stall selling mushrooms.

The stall owner was an old man with gray hair, living a comfortable life by selling edible mushrooms.

The mushrooms he sold tasted average, but they were free of germs and pests, and would not cause illness even if eaten raw.

These mushrooms had a faint fragrance when smelled, very much like the legendary milk, so they were called milk mushrooms by the Lower Hive people.

"Fresh milk mushrooms, three ration cards per box. Slightly yellow milk mushrooms, one ration card per box. Which one do you want?"

The stall owner sat in a rocking chair, swaying back and forth, in a leisurely posture.

The main food of the Lower Hive residents was synthetic starch, usually in the form of starch porridge.

Three ration cards could buy a large bowl of starch porridge at the starch pool, which was equivalent to a stevedore's meal.

A box of milk mushrooms could only fill a stevedore up to five points at most.

From the perspective of filling the stomach, the cost performance of milk mushrooms was lower than that of starch porridge.

However, because the starch porridge tasted bad and contained a variety of mineral elements that damaged the human body, the mushroom stall's business had been good, and even the yellowed milk mushrooms would be sold out.

Lino patted his bulging pocket:

"I'm not here to buy mushrooms. I want to buy milk mushroom mycelium, culture medium, and nutrient solution."

The stall owner stopped the rocking chair from shaking and squinted his eyes to observe the young man in front of the stall.

A hidden light of greed flowed in the depths of his eyes, as if he had seen a fat sheep.

"One bottle of mycelium sells for eighty ration cards. The matching culture medium and nutrient solution, I'll count you twenty ration cards. I can tell you the cultivation method for free, but I have to say something first. Growing mushrooms is not as easy as you think, if the mushrooms don't grow, I won't refund the money."

"I know."

Lino took out the ration cards and put them on the stall.

The old man sat up straight, took the money in one hand and delivered the goods in the other.

The mycelium was sealed in opaque amber glass.

The culture medium was packed in several bags, totaling more than three hundred kilograms, the main component was soil that had not been contaminated by germs.

The nutrient solution was thirty liters, divided into five sprayers.

"You have to listen carefully to what I'm going to say next."

The stall owner lay back in the rocking chair and said, swaying his body:

"After you go back, you first find a few clean containers, pour the culture medium into them, cover them, and let the culture medium sit for two days.

"On the third day, use a shovel to turn the culture medium over and spray the nutrient solution. After all the nutrient solution is sprayed, sow the mycelium into the culture medium.

"You have to go to the Water Guild every day to buy purified water and spray it on the culture medium. If all goes well, by the sixth day, you will be able to see the milk mushrooms emerging from the culture medium. After another seven days, the milk mushrooms can be harvested."

The stall owner paused, raising an amiable smile:

"Did you remember everything I just said? Don't blame me for not reminding you, cultivating mushrooms isn't something you can succeed at in one go. If you don't succeed this time, you can come to me and buy another batch of mycelium. I'll give you a 20% discount."

The stall owner repeated the process of cultivating milky mushrooms, appearing to be doing his utmost.

The stall owner's goods were of good quality, and no one had ever asked him for a refund or argued with him, but when Li Nuo asked about the key points of mushroom cultivation, the stall owner was vague.

The stall owner avoided talking about the room temperature for cultivating milky mushrooms.

The stall owner only said "whatever" regarding the humidity and light requirements of the cultivation environment.

The stall owner remained tight-lipped about whether or not ventilation was needed after sowing, and for how long each time.

Not to mention the timing and amount of spraying "fruiting water" and "mushroom emergence water."

These were the key factors determining whether mushrooms could grow smoothly.

The stall owner's intention in concealing key information was self-evident, nothing more than wanting to cultivate a sucker who would constantly buy mycelium from him.

Li Nuo wouldn't fall for his trick, nor would he become his cash cow.

Before transmigrating, he was a master's student at an agricultural university, majoring in applied mycology.

Because he was usually busy with his studies and didn't have time for romance or games, he mostly watched game videos and was a keyboard warrior.

As far as the Warhammer 40k world was concerned, he was a standard keyboard warrior.

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After transmigrating, it took him two full days to adapt to the dirty and chaotic environment of the underhive.

The good news was that, like other transmigrators, he had also gained a system unique to himself.

This became his hope for survival in the desperate situation of the underhive.

After five trips back and forth between the stall and his residence, Li Nuo finally carried everything home.

He closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and lit the promethium lamp in the room.

The pale blue light illuminated the one-bedroom apartment. The furniture in the room was all in the iron window style, simple and shabby.

Li Nuo opened the amber glass bottle containing the mycelium, stared at the gray substance inside, and silently recited in his heart:

"Analyze the mycelium."

"Whoosh—"

After a virtual prompt sound, a white light screen appeared in his vision.

[Name: Improved Milky Mushroom Mycelium]

[Analysis Result:]

[Good quality strain, high purity, dense and vigorous mycelium, strong vitality, no detection of miscellaneous bacteria, pests, or toxicity.]

[This mycelium has been improved, the yield of mushrooms is significantly increased, the cost is that the spores of the mushrooms are not active and cannot grow into new mycelium.]

Spores are the "seeds" of mushrooms.

Spores initially develop to form mycelium, and the mycelium continues to grow to become mushrooms.

This is the development process of agaric fungi—agaric fungi are what people commonly call "mushrooms."

Mushrooms have caps, and spores are usually hidden in the gills of the cap.

The mycelium of this milky mushroom has been modified.

The mushroom yield has been increased, but the spores on the mushrooms cannot develop into mycelium because they are not active, let alone become mushrooms.

This undoubtedly cuts off the possibility of multiple cultivations.

The milky mushrooms on the stall are all cultivated from this kind of mycelium.

Not a big problem, Li Nuo could accept it.

"Start simulating the cultivation of milky mushroom mycelium."

[Simulation is about to begin.]

[During the simulation, the system will provide the sunlight, water, and air needed for the simulation.]

[Please select the substrate and nutrient solution you want to use.]

Li Nuo gestured at the bag and watering can with his hand:

"Just use what's in front of me."

[Please set the simulation parameters.]

Li Nuo pondered for a moment and recited a string of information:

"Standard atmospheric pressure, room temperature 30 degrees, relative air humidity 80%, light intensity 400 lux, proper ventilation to keep the temperature of the substrate around 30 degrees, and avoid direct blowing on the fruiting body, use clean water to water the mushrooms."

[Simulation parameters have been set, starting simulated cultivation.]

[Day 1, you ferment the substrate.]

[Day 3, the substrate fermentation is complete, you spray nutrient solution to make the substrate evenly moist, and then sow the mycelium.]

[Day 4 and Day 5, you find that the temperature of the substrate reaches 32 degrees. You take appropriate ventilation measures to cool the substrate.]

[Day 6, you find mycelium emerging from the soil. You decide?]

Mycelium can be seen emerging on the sixth day?

It's worthy of the Warhammer world, the mycelium develops so quickly.

Li Nuo clicked his tongue inwardly and said in his heart:

"I decide to spray fruiting water, with a larger amount, at least twice the usual amount, increase the ventilation, and maintain 80% relative air humidity."

[Day 6, you spray fruiting water on the mycelium in the soil and increase the ventilation, keeping the relative humidity of the air at 80%.]

[Day 9, you find small mushroom buds appearing in the soil. The surface of the mushroom buds looks slightly shriveled...]

"Wait." Li Nuo called a halt to the simulation and instructed:

"Restart the simulated cultivation. Adjust the relative air humidity to 85%, reduce the light intensity to 300 lux, and keep the other parameters unchanged."

[Simulation parameters have been adjusted.]

[Second round of simulation begins.]

[Day 1, you ferment the substrate.]

[...]

[Day 9, you find small mushroom buds appearing in the soil. The surface of the mushroom buds is full and round, indicating sufficient moisture. You spray mushroom emergence water on the mushroom buds.]

Yes, very good, the previous air humidity was a little low, and the light intensity was a little high, which caused the mushroom buds to be slightly shriveled.

The adjusted air humidity and light intensity are just right.

Li Nuo nodded inwardly and continued to check the simulation information.

[Day 13, with your careful care, the mushrooms grow to standard size. You harvest the mushrooms and obtain 30 kilograms of milky mushrooms.]

[Simulation ends.]

[Simulation plan has been recorded.]

[Congratulations on your successful cultivation.]

[Consuming the substrate, nutrient solution, and mycelium used for the simulation, performing a simulation settlement, you will obtain 30 kilograms of milky mushrooms.]

[Do you want to settle?]

Wuhu, success!

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Note 1: The Water Guild is a commercial guild that controls water resources, responsible for managing and operating the hive city's water pipes, valves, and water purification plants.

Note 2: Fruiting water and mushroom emergence water are generally ordinary clean water. They are only used to promote fruiting and mushroom emergence in key stages, so they are called fruiting water and mushroom emergence water.

Note 3: The author has self-studied mycology knowledge and is not a graduate of a related major. The professional knowledge mentioned in the book cannot stand scrutiny, please bear with it and don't take it too seriously.

Note 4: The author will provide explanations that conform to the worldview for the settings related to the system in the main plot.

Note 5: It is not recommended to cultivate mushrooms at home, as it is easy to get "mushroom lung."

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