"I'll go, the highest level!" Chen Mulin couldn't help but scold.

According to Xuannu, this instrument for sweeping the face was originally available with third-level permission, but now it has been promoted to the highest level, and it is specially reminded that this instrument is related to the highest mystery of Mars, which indirectly shows that there is really life on Mars?

After a little brushing, it seems to make a lot of sense, and this conjecture must be correct.

In this case, if you don't say your conjecture and use it directly when the third-level authority can use the instrument, wouldn't you be able to discover the Martians in advance?

Chen Mulin is very remorseful now, what a good opportunity, just gone.

He smiled bitterly and said to the sailors: "Brothers, what do you think, I feel that I have lost 100 million!"

[Barrage: I also feel like I've lost 100 million, and I haven't seen aliens when I'm so big!]

[Barrage: Anchor, you can't wait any longer, give the props team some time?]

[Barrage: The props team is working overtime, the anchor waits, it'll be fine soon, I guarantee on behalf of all the staff of the props team!]

[Barrage: Then may I ask Comrade Daogu, are the props expensive?

[Barrage: It's almost there, what about the props, isn't it fragrant to invite the actors?]

……

"Okay, since you all talk about props, there's no need to talk about it!" Chen Mulin was also very helpless, this has been broadcast live for a week, so people don't believe in realistic things, and no matter how you explain it, it's fuit.

"Okay, so let's change the subject and talk about your thoughts. For a while, Chen Mulin didn't know what to say, so he had to make this decision, otherwise the author wouldn't know how to go down.

[Barrage: Anchor, I believe you are on Mars!]

A barrage, which can move Chen Mulin.

I wanted to cry, but some people believed it.

"This brother, you are a man who understands!"

[Barrage: Since the anchor is on Mars, then may I ask, in the Martian movie, in Damon's last journey, he didn't have a toilet and was wearing a spacesuit, how did he for more than 100 days?]

Chen Mulin fell on the spot, he covered his forehead and was very helpless: "This brother, can you change the topic?"

What the hell is this question, how does he know how Damon?

Sure enough, it is still too underestimated the ability of Chinese people to find faults.

[Barrage: No!]

Chen Mulin originally wanted to refuse to answer, but now it is full of barrages of interest in this topic, as a rookie anchor, he can't refuse the sailors, so he has to analyze blindly.

"Well, I don't know the specific anchor, I think he should pull the crotch of his pants, that is, in the spacesuit. ”

[Barrage: The spacesuit can hold more than a hundred days of?]

[Barrage: That's really cowhide.] 】

[Barrage: The anchor is smashing the pen!]

……

"Don't get excited about the scolding person. ”

Chen Mulin helplessly spread his hands: "I'm not Damon, how do you know how he, just kidding and entertaining the atmosphere!"

[Barrage: Actually, the anchor can try it!]

[Barrage: This suggestion is good, wait for the answer online.] 】

Chen Mulin decisively refused: "Don't, I don't have the technology to modify the rover, this is life-threatening!"

[Barrage: Don't act, close the live broadcast at the critical moment, just find a hill, anyway, there is no fine for in the Gobi Desert. 】

[Barrage: This is the truth!]

[Barrage: What kind of experience is live?]

[Barrage: What's this, there was another one who said he was going to eat live yesterday!]

[Barrage: A live broadcast with taste.] 】

……

Looking at these barrages, Chen Mulin was speechless, there was no way to talk about this topic at all, it has been before and after, this is a live broadcast of Martian survival, not a food broadcast.

Speaking of survival, I don't know what happened to the potatoes that I planted now, I didn't go to see them this morning, and I don't know if they sprouted.

Potatoes are the same as ordinary bean rice, as long as they are wet, they are very easy to sprout, and they can grow a few centimeters of sprouts in a few days, and it is now the fourth day of planting, if the potatoes can survive, then they should also sprout now, and it is not clear if the soil has not broken now.

Thinking about it, Chen Mulin said hello to his sailors: "Brothers, let's talk about the smell of first." ”

"Today is the fourth day of potato planting, now I will take you to see the progress of the Martian potato growth and see if it has sprouted!"

[Barrage: Whether it sprouts or not, whether it can grow or not depends on whether the anchor's is nutritious enough!]

[Barrage:, or!]

[Barrage: Wake up, anchor, your life can't live without!]

……

A black line appeared in Chen Mulin's head, saying that potatoes can talk about, and he really admires these water friends, their heads are full of, how tired life should be!

Helplessly, he didn't refute them, and went directly to the cabin where the potatoes were planted.

[Barrage: Don't go, anchor, let's fight for another 300 rounds!] ......

When I entered the podium where the potatoes were grown, I saw that the film was already covered with water vapor, condensing countless small droplets.

When I opened the curtain and walked in, I could vaguely feel the humidity of the air.

Because it is completely sealed, the water vapor evaporated from the sand cannot escape, and over time it adheres to the film and finally forms water droplets.

The water droplets slide down with artificial gravity and back into the sand, repeating this until they are completely absorbed by the potatoes.

It can be said that the sandy soil can be moistened for a long time after only one watering.

Chen Mulin squatted down, wanting to pick up the sand and soil to see if the potatoes had sprouted.

As soon as his hand was stretched out, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something strange not far away.

Chen Mulin muttered, "What's that?"

Curious, I walked over and found that it was a seedling that was only two centimeters in size.

Sprouted!

Chen Mulin frowned and quickly pointed the camera at the seedlings to share his joy.

"Look, the potatoes I planted four days ago have sprouted!"

Chen Mulin followed Damon's example and reached out to touch the incomparably fragile seedling.

"Hello, Life!"

[Barrage: Hello, anchor!]

[Barrage: Hello, Martian!]

[Barrage: Hello, chicken ass!]

[Barrage: Hello, Sandstorm!]

[Barrage: I like to watch the anchor's mentally retarded appearance. 】

[Barrage: Surprise! A certain anchor actually successfully planted potatoes in a certain Gobi Desert, which will be a great progress in agricultural development!]

Chen Mulin nodded and said: "That's right, this will be a small step in the development of Martian agriculture and a big leap for all mankind!"

"Again, this moment will go down in history!"

This can indeed go down in history, but it is a pity that no one will believe that this is Mars, and what Chen Mulin did can only be a blank page in history.

Perhaps many years later, people will only remember that once upon a time, there was a person who did a live broadcast on a certain Gobi Desert to simulate Mars.