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

Chapter 419
Nian Shutong put the small gift box in Doudou's palm.

Doudou held it with two small hands, but felt that it was in danger of falling, so she hugged it instead.

"Auntie, can I open it?"

"Of course, the one given to Doudou is Doudou's."

Doudou smiled and held the gift box, and went to the table in the small square.

Little Fenzhu followed behind him step by step, and Nian Shutong also followed.

Nian Shutong sat down, looked at Doudou standing there, and couldn't wait to open the gift box.

"so beautiful!"

Inside the box was a white embroidered handkerchief, which was folded and placed in the box, but the side with the embroidered pattern was placed on top.

"It's Doudou, Auntie, and Xiaofen!"

On the embroidered handkerchief, it was the scene where Nian Shutong took Doudou out and stood on the top of the mountain to watch the scenery.

There are two backs, one big and one small, with a little pink pig squeezed in the middle, so cute.

The hair and clothes of the two have a floating texture, as if a breeze is blowing in front of them, and opposite the two is a sea of ​​clouds, with occasional peaks standing from it.

Needless to say, Nian Shutong's skills.

"Auntie, you are amazing!"

Doudou didn't know what words to praise. In his eyes, he only felt that the picture was so real, and his aunt was so amazing.

But Doudou never reached out to take it. He felt that his little hands were a bit dirty, and the handkerchief was so white, it was not good to get it dirty.

Nian Shutong saw what Doudou was thinking, but she said, "Doudo, this handkerchief was made for you by your aunt, not for you to cherish."

"Afterwards, my aunt will make some for you. After you get dirty, wash them and replace them, okay?"

"and also?"

Doudou looked at Nian Shutong in disbelief, her big eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"Auntie, how can you be so nice."

The crying Doudou made Nian Shutong feel distressed.

She directly took out the embroidered handkerchief and wiped it on Doudou's big eyes.

"No, no... Oops, I feel so bad."

Doudou looked at the handkerchief wet with her own tears, feeling more distressed than moved, but the tears still remained.

"Are you crying from distress?"

"Uh-huh."

"Little fool, this is just a handkerchief. Although it was made by my aunt, don't put your feelings for my aunt on a handkerchief. Just simply like my aunt."

"Things like handkerchiefs are for use."

Nian Shutong picked up the handkerchief again and wiped Doudou's tears vigorously.

"Okay, put it away by yourself, and my aunt will make it for you in a few days."

Nian Shutong's alternative comfort was accepted by Doudou with distress.

"Doudou understands, listen to auntie."

Nian Shutong asked Doudou to put away the handkerchief, and she turned around to look at the trees on the side of the small square.

At that time she planted many vines and peach trees.

Both trees are already bearing fruit.

"Xiao Ba, how long does it take for the fruit of your fruit tree to mature?"

"Host, it's estimated to be two months."

Two months, that's not a few days left.

Even the grapes on the vine can occasionally see a change of color.

"That's great, we'll be able to eat it in a few days."

It can be eaten, which means it can be sold.

This batch of fruits must have brought her a considerable amount of wealth.

Nian Shutong finished delivering the presents, took Doudou for lunch, one went to class and the other went to work.

At this moment, the manuscript sent by the Earth Bar was finally opened.

Interstellar, Zhengge office.

This time the song collection is for the legion, so it is a song selection activity carried out by the propaganda department of a legion.

In the primary election, some people first select [-] songs, and then give them to some leaders of the legion, and then the soldiers vote, and finally select a song.

Not all the people in the legion are stationed on the border of the Zerg, and everyone is on a rotation system.

The legions that are not stationed have their own bases, conduct daily training, and maintain combat readiness.

But a combination of work and rest is also necessary.

The purpose of this song solicitation activity is to have a song that the soldiers like and listen to.

The old man's liking is so straightforward.

"Here is a song that was sent by the Earth Bar."

"The name sounds familiar."

A staff member of the legion who opened the email tried hard to recall where he had heard it.

"I know I know!"

A girl on the opposite side stood up vigorously and sang two lines of the lyrics.

"Go? Match? This ragged cloak!"

"Fight? Fight! With the humblest dream!"

The two familiar lyrics quickly reminded the person checking the email on the other side who the earth is.

"It turned out to be him! Then you have to take a good look."

Not only the staff who checked the mail, but also the people who searched for the song room were a little curious.

It can be said that the Lone Brave last time was so excited by the behind-the-scenes personnel of the legion.

If a little soldier can sing two lines of lyrics, the cook will give two extra spoonfuls of food.

It's that hot.

Staff, hit play.

"One, two, three, four. One two three four!"

The uniform and high-spirited slogan first reached everyone's ears.

Regardless of the others, this slogan alone makes everyone feel like they are in the Legion.

Strength, masculinity, grit.

The passionate prelude, combined with the one-two-three-four chants, attracted everyone's attention.

And songs?
Don't worry, I'll listen to you later.

"One two three four one two three four is like a song."

"Green Barracks Green Barracks taught me."

"Singing makes the mountains shake and the ground move."

The singing continued, with clear layers and progressive layers.

High-pitched, powerful and inspiring.

"One two three four, one two three four is like a song!"

"one two three four!"

"Song of the Warrior!"

The last sentence ends with the warrior's song.

Those who have listened to it have only one feeling, to advance!

"This song has to make the cut."

"Of course! This song makes me want to go to the playground for a run."

"That's right, I feel energetic after listening to it."

"It's so well written, I have a hunch he's going to win."

No one refuted this sentence.

Although they are soldiers of the Propaganda Department, they are also soldiers.

They are too clear, and they know exactly what kind of songs can impress the soldiers of the legion.

"Who sang it? This singer is also amazing."

"Yes! If this timbre is missing, it will not work at all."

"Indeed it is."

Everyone looked forward to looking at the staff member who opened the song, and he glanced at the specific information of the song.

Lyrics: Earth.

Singing: Earthlings.

"Earthlings from the Earth Bar."

A sentence like a tongue twister makes everyone think who are the people on earth?

It sounds like it probably has the same origin as the Earth Bar, right?
"Could it be that the Earth bar sang it by itself?"

As soon as one person guessed, it was denied by another person.

"No! The Earth changed the names of all the songs he posted."

"What do you mean?"

"It's all the songs, and the singers are all earthlings."

(End of this chapter)