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

Chapter 29

Nian Shutong ignored the rubble she was comforting herself with. She walked around the robot twice.

However, these are secondary.

"Rubble, can it be used now?"

This is what Nian Shutong cares about. She has done enough work, tiredness is secondary, and the main delay is to make money.

No money, no seeds.Without seeds, there will be no cultivation resources and no food to eat.

Very serious consequences.

Sitting on the rubble on the ground, he ended his self-comfort. He looked at Nian Shutong seriously and said: "Ms. Nian Shutong, please don't doubt the ability of Rubble. Rubble is a great machine family, and our machine family has been passed down for billions of years."

"Don't talk nonsense! Can it be used or not?" Nian Shutong's slightly louder words startled Ruili again, and Ruili's tone became a little aggrieved.

"It's easy to use if it's made of rubble."

Nian Shutong felt his throbbing temples, glanced at the rubble, and said nothing.

It's best to use it!
"How to use it?" Nian Shutong asked again.

"Huh?" The head of the rubble was tilted, and he said in a puzzled tone: "Open it with your hands, and operate it with your brain."

Nian Shutong had already clenched his fist, and his aura surged. He wished he could knock down the rubble with his fist, and his words were too irritating!
"Ms. Nian Shutong, are you angry? If you are too angry, it will hurt your body, and it will damage your unbeautiful appearance. Please stay calm. If you look at the cute and smart rubble, you will be happy." The rubble is on fire. The oily words made Nian Shutong laugh.

She turned her head abruptly and looked at Fu Yunhe who was watching the fun, with a bigger smile on her face.

Fu Yunhe, who insists on being a friend of the dead and not the poor, did not expect the flames of war to be on his side. When he saw Nian Shutong's smile, his hairs stood on end.

"Hi!" He greeted as calmly as possible.

Nian Shutong had already walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at Fu Yunhe with a smile and said, "I will leave the communication with the rubble to you, and I just want the answer."

After Nian Shutong finished speaking, he left and entered the room.

Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong's back, and sighed to himself: "The excitement is not good! Especially the excitement of Nian Shutong."

"Where is the excitement? Why can't the rubble be seen."

Fu Yunhe raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at the "lively" rubble looking around.

"Rubble." Fu Yunhe yelled, and Ruli squatted down, but he had some misunderstandings about his body.

The knee he just squatted was a little protruding, just touching the recliner Fu Yunhe was sitting on.

With a sound of "duang", Fu Yunhe turned his back to the sky, admiring the blue sky and white clouds.

In the next second, an oversized skull that looked a bit cute on closer inspection appeared directly above Fu Yunhe.

"Do you need help? Rubble can call Ms. Nian Shutong over."

Fu Yunhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You help me up."

He didn't dare to call Nian Shutong.

The rubble above seemed to have encountered a problem. He stretched out a golden finger, pointed at himself and said, "The rubble is an intelligent creature, very weak, and the relationship between men and women is not clear. The rubble cannot have intimate contact with other women."

What the hell?Who is the girl?And why are you a male robot?

Fu Yunhe glanced at the waist of the rubble, but couldn't see anything. He didn't know how they could tell the difference.

Fu Yunhe had already given up the plan of being lifted up, stood up slowly and said:

"What a coincidence, I am also an intelligent creature, weaker than you."

"Really? But you are so ugly, you are not as good-looking as the rubble." After the rubble finished speaking, he stood up and turned around in a circle

"And your intelligence doesn't seem to be very high. Look at the robot made of rubble. Rubble is very useful."

Fu Yunhe turned over and sat up, waving at the rubble.

Rubble squatted obediently, this time there was no collision.

Fu Yunhe smiled meaningfully, and said to the rubble: "Speak less, work more."

"You're wrong. Rubble needs to impart knowledge. Words teach others. You can't talk less, and rubble can't do physical labor." Rubble stood up disapprovingly.

As soon as he stood up, a wooden stick was thrown out of the window of the cabin, and it exploded accurately between Fu Yunhe and the rubble.

"Happy!"

(End of this chapter)