Jiang Si looked in the direction Ding Huixian was pointing and saw a massive, gleaming black warship parked at the space station. Eight small fighter jets patrolled the sides and the sky above the warship, and 20 guards stood on each side of the warship's entrance.
Jiang Si turned her gaze back to Zuo Jin: "Was it your general's idea?"
Zuo Jin quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Reporting to Miss A Jiang, it was not our general's idea. His Majesty knew that you had been wronged on Kor Star, so he specially sent a warship to pick you up and take you back."
"As General Bo Jichen's adjutant, I am responsible for this escort mission. It has nothing to do with my general. Miss A-Jiang, please!"
It has nothing to do with that scoundrel Bo Jichen.
It's His Majesty's brother.
Could it be that Yan Qi sent a message to that scoundrel during the off-field rescue, and His Majesty saw it?
Seeing that Miss A-Jiang was not leaving, Zuo Jin lowered his voice and said, "Miss A-Jiang, if you go back to the capital star now, you may still see my general kneeling on a durian with one leg and a washboard with the other!"
Ginger shreds: "..."
Oh?
Is this scoundrel Bo kneeling on a durian with one leg and a washboard with the other?
What kind of divine punishment is this?
Is Your Majesty's brother really that ruthless?
We must watch closely and laugh at it!
Jiang Si smiled and said, "Let's go then."
Ding Huixian, her body ramrod straight, leaned slightly forward and said respectfully, "Miss Jiang, please!"
Jiang Si strode towards the warship.
As the cadets from the Fifth Military Academy disembarked from the spaceship, they saw Jiang Si walking toward a large, imposing warship escorted by fighter jets.
They stared at the warship for a long while before coming to their senses and asking each other, "Brothers, is that a royal warship? Am I seeing things? Is it His Majesty's royal warship?"
"Are you seeing things? That is indeed a royal warship used by the Emperor. Look at that warship, there's a big 1 written on it! Who else but His Majesty's warship would dare to write a 1?"
"So, the royal warships have been dispatched—no, His Majesty's warships have been dispatched—to pick up the useless Mu Jiangsi we once mistakenly thought she was?"
"Yeah, yeah, it happened right under our noses, so Mu Jiangsi isn't useless, we're the useless ones. She's a real big shot, a super, super big shot!"
Yan Qi watched his junior sister board the warship and hurriedly sent a message to Admiral Bo Jichen, but the message disappeared without a trace and he did not receive a reply.
Wei Chi grabbed Yan Qi's arm, his strange train of thought prompting him to ask urgently, "Director Yan, Director Yan, this good-for-nothing wants to divorce my idol, and His Majesty has sent his own warship over. Is he going to imprison her?"
"What should we do? What should we do? Should we look for Lord Gong Ming? Should we notify my idol? Should I tell my parents to meet me on the capital planet and protect this good-for-nothing?"
Yan Qi: "..."
This guy is such a simpleton.
It's really like worrying about something that doesn't concern you.
His Majesty's warship came to pick up his junior sister. What an honor and what a high-level honor! If there were any danger to her life, it would be others who would get into trouble, not his junior sister!
Jiang Si boarded the warship, a super-large warship that resembled a small mobile planet, complete with various departments.
Jiang Si wasn't in the mood for a tour, so Ding Huixian led her to a resting room and stood at the door respectfully saying, "Miss Jiang, please rest here. If you need anything, just give me a voice command and I'll hear you!"
Jiang Si nodded and closed the door. The room was a spacious two-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom room, decorated in black and white.
Jiang Si sat on the black sofa, turned on her personal computer, and found a message from her cheap husband on her silent computer, telling her to change the dressing on her wrist and to pay more attention to it.
Jiang Si stared at the message he sent for a long time before untying her wrist. Her wrist was no longer bleeding, and the wound had not reopened. More than a month had passed, yet the tender flesh was still visible to be torn open.
She covered the wound with her hand, channeled her mental energy, and after a while, removed her hand. The wound was healing a tiny bit better than before.
Limited to just a tiny bit, as expected, her mental energy, specifically healing-type mental energy, couldn't heal her own injuries.
She then wrapped her wrists and opened the information of the wheat flour seller, who called himself Momo, and sent her many messages.
She suddenly remembered that she had left him a message when she bought the flour, asking him to contact her later. However, she had been so busy that she had silenced her computer and forgotten about it.
She didn't reply to his message and hung up the voice call immediately.
The call was answered after three rings.
A slightly excited girl's voice came through the communicator: "Hello, I'm Momo from the flour shop. It's nice to meet you!"
Jiang Si clicked on the speakerphone, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "Mo Mo, it's a pleasure to meet you too. Don't be nervous. I'd like to ask how much wheat your family produces each year, and how many acres you have. I'd like to have a long-term business relationship with you!"
Silently on the other end of the computer, she stared in disbelief at her parents standing beside her.
Her parents were even more excited than she was, waving their hands frantically to urge her to reply.
She took a deep breath, her excited voice trembling slightly: "Hello, our family has 1,000 mu of land, 100 mu of which are planted with wheat, with an annual yield of 1,500 kilograms per mu!"
Before the apocalypse, ancient Earth had no mutated wheat, and the annual yield was between 850 and 1000 kilograms. In the interstellar era, wheat mutated, and the yield per mu (a Chinese unit of area, approximately 0.067 hectares) reached 1500 kilograms, which was still quite considerable.
Jiang Si asked casually, "Is it still possible to buy land on your planet?"
He hesitated for a moment and said, "We have plenty of land on our planet, so we don't need to buy it. If you want to plant, you can cultivate the land yourself."
Jiang Si pondered for a moment: "Okay, I need a partner, a wheat planting partner, the more land the better!"
Momo had her phone on speakerphone, and her parents, hearing this, gestured to her. Momo then asked, "Excuse me, Miss, are you on Planet Col? Are you with His Highness Agares's Hunting Legion?"
Jiang Si's voice turned serious: "No, I'm not on Cole Star, and I don't belong to the Hunting Legion. My planet is Rebirth Star. Within three days, I hope you can provide me with the maximum possible planting area!"
Momo replied repeatedly, "Okay, okay, don't worry, we'll definitely be there within three days!"
Jiang Si's deep voice softened slightly: "Thank you, goodbye!"
The optical computer was cut off.
After a long while, Mo Mo came to her senses and asked her parents, "Mom and Dad, am I dreaming? Someone wants to cooperate with us long-term, and they even think our land isn't big enough!"
Father Mo nodded, gesturing excitedly, "Yes, I heard it too, and the main thing is that the other party is from Rebirth Star."
Mother Mo asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with Rebirth Star? Is there anything special about this planet?"
Mr. Mo was excited but also a little reproachful: "Wife, I told you to go online and check the latest news more often, but you didn't. So of course you don't know that Rebirth Star is now under the jurisdiction of the newly promoted 7th-level plant healer, and that our previous 7th-level plant healer, Gong Ming, is now on Rebirth Star!"
"In other words, the person who is truly cooperating with us is the 7th-level plant healer. Regardless of which one it is, it is an honor for us to be with him, and it is better than cooperating with Prince Agares's hunting legion!"
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