I plant trees and farm in the global game

The inside is just a slightly larger reception room than the outside, empty, and there is a door at the end of the reception room.

A vibrant sound of music came from inside the door. In the crack of the door, the thin spores on the green moss danced gently with the sound of music.

As if sensing that someone was coming, the music stopped without finishing. After a while, the door slowly opened, and the old man came out holding a strange double-reed woodwind instrument.

He stared at Mu Ying for a while, and Furui Mubo's eyes suddenly rippled, and he asked with interest: "Little girl, what do you think of the song just now?"

Muying retracted her gaze from the door, unable to stop being curious. She just seemed to have seen the ground behind the door covered with grass?

To the old man's question, she subconsciously replied, "The green moss there likes to hear it."

The old man smiled happily and said, "Haha! That's good! This song was originally played for them. Come on, little girl, come and sit down. Let's talk slowly. Oh, by the way, you can call me Xiao Mu.

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"You must know that it is not easy to find a territory that meets my requirements. Most people come up and convert the plants in the territory into energy or materials. Even druids may not have figured out the meaning of their profession at the beginning.

You can also make territorial rules specifically to protect these trees. You must have a high affinity for nature and like it very much!"

"Huh? You still have half of the elf blood. Even I can't see the source clearly. No wonder, no wonder!"

Xiao Mu stroked his long beard and looked at Mu Ying in surprise.

"Grandpa Xiao Mu, isn't the elf blood given by the doomsday game?" Muying had long suspected that there was something wrong with the source of her half-elf blood.

"I can't say too much. Anyway, everything you have now is real and completely belongs to you." Xiao Mu winked mischievously.

Muying understood that this meant that one of her paternal or maternal relatives was an elf.

One of her and Tokiyin are a half-elf, and the other is a hybrid space-time werewolf, but the only intelligent race on the Deep Blue Star is humans. They were both born near the Green Mountain Forest. I wonder if they have any other connection.

"Okay, don't think so much. Take out the seeds you brought and take a look. Your world is very special. I'm really looking forward to it." Xiao Mu rubbed his palms and looked at her expectantly.

Maybe it was because Grandpa Xiaomu gave her the feeling of an elder, and they were all druids, so they were both close and respected. She was obviously here to sell things, but she felt like she was being inspected by her seniors.

"Ah, let me guess, this is rice, cabbage, this is tomato, this is corn, pepper..." Xiao Mu looked at them one by one and casually named the varieties, "These, these... I don't have any of these..."

Seen it before!”

"These seeds are indeed very common. It doesn't matter if you don't harvest them...ah? Never seen them before?" Muying suddenly reacted.

Seeing the little girl in front of him widen his eyes in surprise, like a scared kitten, Xiao Mu laughed loudly, "There are words to describe these plants in Common Language. Of course I have seen them before, but you brought them

These seeds are slightly different from what I know, so to be precise, I have seen them but not yet seen them."

"Can I ask what the difference is?" Muying asked curiously.

"If you want to know, come with me." Xiao Mu stood up and opened the door at the end of the reception room.

This time Mu Ying clearly saw that there were lush plants behind the door.

She followed him involuntarily.

"This is my plantation, made of a broken demiplane. Every tree and every flower here is cultivated by me personally. It is my treasure," Xiao Mu introduced as he walked.

, full of pride.

If Wu Ya is here, he will definitely tell Mu Ying to run away immediately. Old man Xiao Mu is obsessed with these flowers and plants. He can't stop talking about them. He is even more talkative than Wu Ya Ya.

Muying went from amazed, to envious, to enlightened, and finally pretended to be enlightened and falsely agreed.

She would still be very interested in asking about things she didn't understand at first, and Grandpa Xiaomu would be happy to explain to her. As a result, the more he talked, the more he became more and more jerky, with a lot of druidic language mixed in, and the wood tribe

vocabulary of slang origin.

Muying found that if she wanted to understand all the problems, she might not be able to finish talking about one plant in a day. If she accidentally discovered that she was interested in a certain plant, Grandpa Xiaomu could talk about the plant's appearance, function and cultivation.

Process, original plant, direction of mutation, and even countless variants.

She was both impressed and helpless, so she could only close her mouth tightly, becoming an emotionless nodding machine, and finally reached their destination, a paddy field, before dark.

It is full of rice, tall and short, thick and thin, and of different colors, but judging from the ears of rice produced, it is definitely rice.

"Grandpa Xiao Mu, this paddy field seems to be near where we entered." There was a clump of bamboo in the middle. She was very impressed. It was said to be called pocket soft bamboo. When passing by here before, Grandpa Xiao Mu even folded a clump of bamboo.

I gave her two bamboo shoots, and she still holds a molar in her mouth.

Xiao Mu embarrassedly touched his beard and said, "I am old and forgetful, haha!"

"..." There was something he didn't know whether to say or not. Muying felt that his memory was really good. Otherwise, how could he remember such a huge amount of knowledge about plants?

"You see, these are essentially rice, but they are different. The rice seeds you brought have a much larger yield than these rice seeds, but they seem to be unstable. Future generations should not be able to guarantee such excellent yields.

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"You are so awesome. This rice is indeed like this. We call it hybrid rice here..."

Muying used the knowledge taught in the biology book to explain the general principles of hybrid rice. Fortunately, she had just entered the third year of high school in her life, so she was still enthusiastic about the knowledge.

Xiao Mu was very interested in hybrid technology. He emptied out the little biological knowledge in her stomach and carefully took out a small notebook to record it. However, he insisted that this unstable rice could not be considered a brand new kind.

Rice seed, he plans to use this rice seed as his next stage of research topic.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done. I can't wait to start researching it. If you have time, help me collect more of these rice seeds. Other seeds and young plants are also fine."

Muying stood at the door of Grandpa Xiaomu's plantation with a backpack full of pocket soft bamboos and a thick bark book in her arms, complaining heartily, "The old man is a real research maniac!

"

However, the rewards are also very rich. The pocket soft bamboo in the backpack is a snack given to Chuanyu by Grandpa Xiaomu, and the bark book is a rare level 1 spell.

This book is an advance payment, and she also needs to send Grandpa Xiaomu 100 native plants from Deep Blue Star and 100 pounds of hybrid rice.