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

Chapter 35 I Want To Make Money

Nian Shutong first took a look at the progress of the two robots. It was indeed good, much faster than working alone.

And the two robots don't really need a break.

Nian Shutong was on the wasteland that had been planted, turning over the soil and preparing to plant the potatoes.

This busy, already the climax of the moon, more than nine o'clock in the evening.

Nian Shutong ordered the robot under the dim light to continue working, and she clapped her hands, ready to go back first.

Still carrying his shovel, Nian Shutong wobbled back to the cabin.

As soon as he left the forest, Nian Shutong's excellent eyesight saw the rubble of hard work.

Look, how much motivation does it take to get something to eat?

Nian Shutong crossed the river and walked to the rubble.

"Rubble, still not resting?"

The rubble, who was bowing his head, was taken aback, and his body collided with the junk metal.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, it's wrong to scare the rubble. The precious brain of the rubble is different from that of your laborers. Mine is very precious and needs to be cherished and rested."

After Ruile finished speaking, he stood up, stretched his waist in a very humane way, turned his head, and asked:
"Ms. Nian Shutong, where does Rushi live?"

Nian Shutong completely ignored what the rubble said, she walked in front, said something to keep up, and the two walked towards the cabin one after the other.

"You live in the middle."

With a casual gesture, Nian Shutong himself returned to the bedroom, continued to practice, and was about to go out.

Tall rubble outside, sat down and stood up several times on a small sofa in the middle living room.

too small.

In the end Rubble took off the sofa cushion and put it on the ground. He half-lyed on it, finally stretched out, and fell asleep happily.

Fu Yunhe in the other room was already asleep, but was awakened by the tossing of the rubble.

He lay on the bed, trying to fall asleep again, but because of his poor health, he felt that his breathing was not smooth, so he finally had to sit up, open the star network, and make money.

With a pair of white and supple slender fingers, she silently wrote down lines line by line.

Miserable money making life.

Fu Yunhe still wondered half-heartedly, would he still be able to eat food that improves his physique?

Was it an accident, or what?
He didn't know the answer either, no matter what, he still had to stay here first.

On the other side, Nian Shutong is also thinking about making money. Besides farming, she really needs a money-making job.

"Master! Master! Can Daodao play on the Star Network?"

Daodao's words interrupted Nian Shutong's train of thought, and she replied, "Of course, you can do whatever you want."

Daodao is her most trusted little friend, the kind who depends on each other for life and death. The two have the same spiritual power. Daodao can use Nian Shutong's account to access Starnet at will.

"Okay! Okay!" Daodao spun around excitedly. The owner likes money, and Daodao also wants to make money.

Daodao has absorbed the heart of the planet and has thousands of years of cultural heritage. He found some websites on Xingwang, and he can make money by writing stories on them.

After a quick operation, he named himself: the porter of words. After choosing to keep his identity secret, he started "porting".

The first story is called: Zhu Xian.

At the same time, Nian Shutong's first and only buyer of Liucheng on Xingwang was discovered stealing.

Liu's house, house, hall.

Liu Cheng stood aside guiltily, lowered her head, and rubbed her hands.

"Liu Cheng! Can't you calm down and practice hard? There is only one and a half years left before the military academy recruits students, don't you know how to worry?"

"I'm still happy! Opening the barrier every day is so active! Who knows it's not cultivation!"

"Who would open a barrier just to eat something!"

A man in his 40s and [-]s, somewhat similar in appearance to Liu Cheng, was sitting on a chair, gasping for breath, feeling as if the top of his head was about to explode.

Next to the man was a woman, dressed smartly and looking heroic.

She first patted the back of the man's hand comfortingly, and said, "Don't be angry, you will be angry for a while."

The woman's words made Liu Cheng almost laugh, but she had to hold back, her whole body trembling.

The woman glanced over lightly, and said in a raised voice, "Take it out?"

(End of this chapter)