Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million magical points

Chapter 317: 2B Star Transformation

The Marshal has returned to the imperial capital, but he is in the military headquarters and will be busy in the next few days.

Ai Moye still had many things she wanted to ask, but considering that he was too busy to handle everything, it would be better to talk about it later.

The courses in the new semester are still tight, and Ai Moye will still mainly take online classes. After all the registration procedures are completed, she can return to Star 2B.

The Ministry of Agriculture has a new plan, and the Minister of Agriculture comes to see Ai Moye in person.

"Planet 2B is undergoing smooth transformation. As for the rice seeds you mentioned, our researchers have improved them and developed new varieties."

Ai Moye looked at the gene sequence of the rice seeds and said in surprise, "It is more in line with the current situation than I thought. You really have many talented people under you."

"No matter how talented you are, you are not as talented as me," the Minister of Agriculture said with satisfaction. "I seem to have seen the day when every household can eat natural rice."

Ai Moye is also looking forward to the moment when a large amount of star coins will flow into her account.

Afterwards, she took the Minister of Agriculture to inspect Planet 2B.

The ranch has already been operating smoothly, with cattle and sheep grazing on the quiet grass, their tails wagging. Because there is a dairy processing plant nearby, a rich aroma wafts in the air.

Ai Moye took the minister to the factory and introduced it to the public, saying, "This is where pure natural milk is processed, such as cheese, fermented yogurt, milk slices, milk bars, etc."

The workers are prisoners in labor camps or poor people from slums, and they will receive corresponding remuneration as compensation for their labor.

The processed dairy products are sent out from Ai Moye’s live broadcast room and are always sold out within seconds of being put on the shelves.

The Minister of Agriculture didn't even know what "yogurt" was, but after tasting it, his eyes widened.

"What a rich flavor, is it made with pure milk?"

"Yes, it needs to be fermented. It's a very simple step."

With the assistance of high-tech machinery, complex processes have become simple.

The Minister of Agriculture could not help but burst into tears when he saw various dairy products being shipped out of the factory.

Citizens, the day will finally come when we are no longer poisoned by industrial additives.

Afterwards, because Ai Moye had to attend class, Jia took over to lead the Minister of Agriculture to continue the tour.

Jia was much more straightforward and blunt, pointing to various places and saying, "This is the seafood pool, and that is the freshwater pool. The tallest tower is the water source maintained by water-based psychics, and various pipes are used to transport water resources to various parts of the planet. Can you see the oasis in the distance? It was just built, with various wind and sand protection..."

The Minister of Agriculture was confused by the disorganized introduction.

Many factories have been built on this planet to process food for Aimoye.

Her snacks made from seafood, bamboo shoots, and various mushrooms are being delivered to all parts of the empire through live broadcasts. Her reputation is growing and she has more and more fans.

In order to meet the dietary requirements of more people, of course it is necessary to expand bamboo forests, build ponds, create woodlands and orchards, etc. to cooperate with the production of raw materials.

Today, Star 2B is more like a natural food production site, and the cost of maintaining its operation is incalculable.

The Minister of Agriculture wandered around for a day and left with satisfaction and enthusiasm for the future.

In the evening, after class, Ai Moye had a video call with Su Qi.

"On the weekend, the seniors want to come over and play, and I want to come along." Su Qi also placed some plants here with Ai Moye, so it was a good opportunity for him to come and take a look.

"Okay," Ai Moye said, "I'm going to make some new snacks this weekend, so come and help me."

"See you."

"bye."

After the video ended, Ai Moye turned around and saw Jia Ya looked hollow. "Sister Jia Ya, Mai Ma made some milk cakes, please have some."

Jia Ya collapsed on the sofa, "No more food, the person is gone."

Now it’s not like before, all we have to do is take good care of the Gobi Prison.

The whole planet is undergoing a major reform now. She and Mai Ma are so busy that they wish there were 72 hours in a day.

But the good thing is that there is more and more food to eat. Sometimes when you are walking on the road, you can just pick some fruit from the roadside trees.

Ai Moye is looking at the overall planning of the planet. She has planted fruit trees in many places. Elaeagnus angustifolia and sea buckthorn are essential, and pomelo trees have also been prepared early. In addition, there are peach trees that have been genetically edited to be more adapted to the environment and climate of Star 2B.

Unlike the peach trees of the previous Earth period, the fresh peaches she improved were relatively bland in taste, and were also somewhat affected by the climate and lacked sufficient water.

She had to find a way to continue fertilizing and improving the peach, otherwise, even if the interstellar people could accept it, she would still think it was too bland.

Jia Ya was drowsy at first, but suddenly she remembered something, forced herself to open her eyes and said, "The marshal seems to have returned to the military satellite. If you want to go over, I'll accompany you."

Ai Moye felt that it was not necessary for the time being.

"When Uncle Di is done with his work, he will probably come to see me."

The news programs have been reporting on the interstellar situation.

The Blue Star suffered heavy losses, with half of the planet destroyed by the Zerg attack, and this fear also spread to other planets.

Because the empire had a strong military force and the god of war Di Lie was in charge, the people were not too worried.

But many independent countries outside the federation have reached a point where people are in panic and riots are everywhere.

At night, Ai Moye fell asleep uneasily to the sound of the news broadcast.

In the middle of the night, someone turned off the TV and carried Ai Moye, who was lying on the desk, to the bed.

The familiar crisp scent of pine snow lingered in the air, and Ai Moye opened her eyes hazily, "Uncle Di..."

Putting his palm in front of her eyes to block out the glaring light, Di Lie whispered, "It's okay, go back to sleep."

Ai Moye nestled in his arms, rubbed her head against his waist, and soon fell asleep again.

I thought it was just a dream, but when Ai Moye opened her eyes in the morning, she found that there seemed to be someone next to her.

She was wondering if Jia Ya had come to sleep with her, but Mai Ma suddenly pushed the door open and said loudly, "Sister Ye Ye, you are taking an online class... ah ah ah, I'm sorry, I'm going to poke my eyes out right now--"

With a bang, Mai Ma slammed the door and left.

Ai Moye rubbed her eyes, and then she realized that the person half-lying next to her was actually a marshal who was supposed to be on a military satellite.

"...Uncle Di, didn't you tell me before you came?" Ai Moye pulled up the shoulder strap that had slipped off her shoulders awkwardly and sadly.

"I sent a message to a certain kid, but he didn't reply." Di Lie leaned against the head of the bed and read the message on the terminal. His long legs could not be straightened on the bed, and they were bent up in frustration.

Ai Moye quickly checked her phone and said with a frown, "Who is so kind as to ask someone if they are asleep at 1:30 in the morning? I'm pregnant, and pregnant women can't stay up late!"

Di Lie did not take his eyes off the terminal, he just rubbed Ai Moye's head.

Ai Moye lowered her head unhappily, and her eyes froze for a moment.

She had a single bed, which was spacious enough for one person, but with the tall and strong marshal, it seemed particularly crowded.

In addition, the climate in the Gobi Prison is relatively hot, so she usually wears a suspender to sleep. She tossed and turned during the night, and not only did the shoulder straps slip off, but the hem of her skirt had already rolled up to her thighs.