Hua Erniu disagreed: "Didn't you just eat buns? Forget it."
"Okay." Hua Ergou looked in that direction regretfully.
…
"Gratitude +12."
A question mark popped up above Hua Wanchi's head: "What kind of weird value is this?"
She hasn’t opened the Merit Mall yet!
Why is there another thank you value?
Hua Wanchi has a bit of a liver ache. How is this any different from playing a game? All those years of staying up late playing dungeons come flooding back to my mind. Playing dungeons was fun, but getting sick from an irregular schedule was also really sour.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have come through.
It's really sad to say this.
Hua Wanchi sighed deeply: "Golden Finger, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
She suddenly remembered that all this was brought about by the ancestor in the space. The ancestor said at the time that the space lacked spiritual energy, so it could only support the basic functions of the system.
Now that the system has activated a new module, does this mean that the spiritual energy in the space is recovering?
In the space, a crop of crops had already matured. She asked the robot, no, it should be called a puppet, to plant two acres of land for each type of crop.
One crop harvested about 6,000 kilograms of rice, 4,000 kilograms of wheat, 5,000 kilograms of corn, 10,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and 3,000 kilograms of millet. There were so many varieties that Hua Wanchi couldn't count them all, and could only list a few common ones.
Various coarse and fine grains were sent to the sideline puppets for processing. Part of the processed finished grains were used by the sideline puppets to make by-products, such as fertilizers and feed to increase production. Part of them were used by the manufacturing puppets to make products such as sugar and wine, and the rest were piled up in the warehouse.
I don't know how many crops of vegetables and fruits with short growth cycles have been harvested. Fortunately, although time flows quickly in space, the state of objects in space remains unchanged. In other words, they can be kept fresh.
If you harvest them one by one and pile them up in a space, they won’t go bad.
Hua Wanchi was filled with lofty ambitions.
Good, good! She wants to farm!
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