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

Chapter 410 Reward Spices

Monday, early.

Nian Shutong was on his way back from practicing, and before he arrived at the cabin, he received a reminder from the system Xiaoba.

"Drip! The host planting has reached a new achievement, and the spar will be rewarded with 50 yuan, and a hundred kinds of spice seeds will be rewarded."

"Please pay attention to check!"

Nian Shutong, who heard the reward, completely ignored the reward of the best spar, and her attention was all on the spice seeds.

"Xiaoba, one hundred kinds of seeds? Are there so many?"

"Yes! Host."

Nian Shutong was a little excited, and even stopped, she rushed into her own sea of ​​consciousness with a ray of consciousness, and hugged Xiaoba.

"Host, please respect yourself! Please respect yourself!"

"Xiaoba can't accept bribes!"

Nian Shutong, who was holding Xiao Ba, really slapped himself on the forehead.

Where are all these from?
"Okay, I just want to express my gratitude." After Nian Shutong let go of Xiaoba, he immediately recovered his aloof and mysterious sense.

"It seems that a cold person can't suddenly become too enthusiastic."

After finishing speaking, Nian Shutong looked at Xiaoba with interest.

"Xiaoba, I suspect that you overheard my thoughts. Otherwise, how would you know that I lack spices?"

In the past few days, Nian Shutong was still wondering if she should go out and collect another batch of spices.

However, due to the climate change of Blue Star, many spices are gone, and she probably won't find much when she goes out to look for them.

Nian Shutong was a little worried at first, because after eating seasoned dishes, let her eat those boiled cabbage, boiled potatoes and so on. Once in a while is okay, but not for a long time.

I am used to eating delicious food, and suddenly returned to the era of clear soup and little water, which is hard to accept.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

"Host, Xiaoba definitely didn't probe your mind, but adjusted according to the needs of the host."

Adjusted?

Nian Shutong looked directly at Xiaoba, and a small seed slowly changed color, a little red.

"Are you familiar?"

"Can you adjust?"

Daodao and Nian Shutong each asked a question, and Xiao Ba turned from red to green and said, "Xiao Ba is a mature seed, not a child."

"It can only be adjusted slightly, the host, please don't think about it."

You are ripe - a ripe seed - not a child.

Dao Dao admired this brain circuit very much.

Nian Shutong, who listened to Xiao Ba's answer, didn't bother about the adjustment anymore, but said to Xiao Ba: "Let Dao Dao find you a complete collection of idioms, and we'll learn it later."

After finishing speaking, Nian Shutong withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

And Xiao Ba in the Sea of ​​Consciousness put both hands on the "waist" of a seed.

"What do you mean host?"

"Master advises you to study hard and be a knowledgeable and mature seed."

"Oh...the host is really nice."

Daodao turned around with a smirk, it was another day to fool the little seed.

Nian Shutong, who had already left, first checked Xiaoba's rewards, and looked at the hundred kinds of spice seeds in front of her, most of which she didn't know.

Nian Shutong first bought some real food from Xiaoba, and planned to taste the taste separately with Master Fan.

The taste is well recorded, and there is no need for all large-scale planting. There are more varieties of those that are often eaten, and less of the ones that are not often eaten.

Today Nian Shutong came back a little later than usual, about ten minutes.

Fu Yunhe was near the kitchen, turning his head frequently and looking around.

Master Fan next to him looked at Fu Yunhe's appearance, and while stirring the porridge in the pot, he said, "Don't worry, the master will be fine."

"Huh? I'm not worried."

Fu Yunhe wasn't worried about Nian Shutong's safety, he just couldn't help but want to see it.

Master Fan, who was cooking the porridge, smiled knowingly, and said nothing more, and was about to pour the porridge out of the pot.

"I don't need you, just go and get cold dishes."

Master Fan refused Fu Yunhe's offer to serve the porridge and ordered him to get cold dishes.

Fu Yunhe didn't understand either, so he just obeyed.

Master Fan took the porridge bowl by himself, walked out of the kitchen, and started to set the meal.

"If you are restless, don't be blind to the porridge I made for my boss."

Not long after Master Fan finished setting the table, Nian Shutong came back.

Fu Yunhe, who continued to look around, saw a flash of light in his eyes the moment he saw Nian Shutong, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose.

"came back!"

"careful!"

Nian Shutong shot out with spiritual power, and before he touched Fu Yunhe, Fu Yunhe, who had staggered a bit, stood firm by himself.

"Not bad! It's a bit powerful."

Nian Shutong subconsciously went to save him, and she forgot that Fu Yunhe is powerful now.

Fu Yunhe, who was praised, didn't feel that he was praised at all. He walked to Nian Shutong with cold dishes.

"Anyway, I've been messing around for decades."

Decades?
After hearing what Fu Yunhe said, Nian Shutong quietly followed Fu Yunhe, and asked in a low voice, "How old were you when you died?"

Fu Yunhe put down the cold dish in his hand, and asked without moving his head, "You don't know?"

Nian Shutong next to him asked suspiciously, "Should I know?"

"Haha, I don't seem to have mentioned this issue."

Fu Yunhe turned around and looked at Nian Shutong who was thinking hard.

Powerless, frustrated.

Feelings Her cognition of herself all comes from Haha's nagging?
"Hey! You haven't answered my question yet?"

Fu Yunhe withdrew his mind and asked, "I'll tell you, will you tell me?"

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe who was talking about the conditions, and shook his head in amazement.

"Xiaohe is no longer just a small river."

"Besides, do you think I'm stupid? I'll find out your information by searching on Starnet. I'm giving you a chance, do you understand?"

Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong, who was serious and flickering, and made a sudden realization expression in cooperation.

"I see, 98."

98 years old?
"Fortunately, quite young."

"Really?"

Fu Yunhe asked a question, he thought that he might be a bit of an old cow eating young grass.

"Of course, you are all my grandchildren."

Nian Shutong, who was speaking at this time, turned his back to Fu Yunhe, and licked the corner of his mouth where he could not see.

It's not a lie, is it?

She does have disciples and grandchildren who are of this age, so when she was in her thirties, she was the boss of Nascent Soul.

It's not too much to take an apprentice, right?

The apprentice is accepting an apprentice, doesn't he have a disciple?
Fu Yunhe, who was behind, kept thinking about two words, disciple?

Why doesn't he believe it?
It is difficult to connect Nian Shutong's words and deeds with the "old man".

He felt that there was something to be discovered behind it.

"time to eat!"

Nian Shutong, who was already sitting in his seat, yelled, Haha in the distance, the rubble in the workshop, and others all came over to eat.

"Boss, the salted duck eggs are marinated, do you want to eat?"

"eat!"

(End of this chapter)