Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 104 Only One
Nian Shutong looked at the information Daodao found, and saw the eye-catching bonus setting at first sight.

There are indeed 100 million star coins.

She continued to look down, the competition was organized by the royal family, and the contestants were required to create with the theme of serving the country. All the works were selected within a week, and ten articles entered the finals, and finally the netizens voted together.

"Master, this is the one with the shortest period of time and the most rewards that Daodao found. Do we want to participate?"

Nian Shutong rubbed his chin repeatedly and said, "It's fine to participate, but I don't know how to compose poetry?"

"It's okay, master, we have the earth! It's the memory of the planet's heart, thousands of years of culture, what are you afraid of!"

Nian Shutong didn't hesitate at all, how about plagiarism?
That is of course not good, but we should pay attention to how to copy.

The entire planet is her own, and the bonuses she earns are used to build the planet, which is equivalent to the earth earning money to support itself.

"Come on, Daodao, let's go to the competition."

"Okay, master, I have already selected a small article, it would be better for us to post half of it, can you take a look?"

Nian Shutong looked at what was coming from Dao Dao, and after reading it, it was really exciting, which was very in line with the theme of serving the country.

"Okay! Just use this."

"Wait, I have a name too, let's call it Earth!"

"Okay, Dao Dao will do it right away."

Nian Shutong trusted Daodao very much, she let go completely, and started to practice by herself, also waiting for the heavy rain to come.

And the trusted Daodao submitted the document, and wrote three words on the author's name: Earth.

Well, that's what the master said.

Confirm Submission.

A poem with a thousand-year culture flew to the mailbox of the collection, waiting to be read.

At the same time, there was also a wave of stir-fried chestnuts on the Internet.

He Xinchun is a food blogger. Because of his wealthy family, he often goes to some high-end restaurants to eat, makes a video, and puts it on the star network.

At the same time, he is also a student of the Imperial Military Academy. Today, when he returned to the dormitory from outside, when he passed by a certain dormitory, a sweet and unknown fragrance made him stop.

"Dangdangdang!"

He Xinchun knocked on the door and asked politely, "What are you eating?"

"He Xinchun! Hello, hello. Please come in, please come in." A student in the dormitory immediately got up and called He Xinchun to come in.

He Xinchun is a relatively well-known student in the college, not only because of his food blogger, but also because of his high talent, he is a man of the school.

He Xinchun was just curious, he likes food, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be that blogger.

"Excuse me, I'm curious about this smell, I don't seem to have touched it before."

When He Xinchun walked into the room, he saw the boy handing over a dark brown round object, which seemed a bit sticky.

"This is sugar-fried chestnuts. It's sold by an anchor. Try it."

The boy on the opposite side reluctantly took two pills to He Xinchun, and he put away the rest.

Two, is already his greatest sincerity.

He Xinchun thanked him, squeezed open the chestnut, and put it in his mouth.

The unique aroma of chestnuts mixed with the sweetness of maltose made He Xinchun's tongue enjoy a feast.

Holding the last chestnut in his palm, he asked the boy for the number of the live broadcast room, turned and left.

He Xinchun, who returned to his bedroom, couldn't hold back and took a photo of the last chestnut.

Under the bright light, a shiny chestnut lay quietly on the white palm.

Caption: Only one left.

(End of this chapter)