"This is the fifth Martian day on Mars!"

"It's five o'clock in the morning. ”

Chen Mulin pointed the camera out the window to show it, and then pointed it at himself: "The anchor just finished the sixth breakfast on Mars, and now he starts the first day of the planting transformation mission!"

Saying that, Chen Mulin pointed the camera indoors again, turned around himself, and introduced: "This is the main hall of the Mars base, which is generally used for leisure, placing spacesuits, and some portable equipment, but there are no other important equipment. ”

"Now that the streamer has moved the equipment to another room, it's very empty and it's big enough to be used as a potato growing space!"

"So, let's get to work!"

Chen Mulin brought a trolley with a shovel and a steel plate on it, put on a spacesuit in public, and pushed the trolley out of the base.

He erected the steel plates on the threshold so that the trolley could be pulled into the base smoothly later.

When I came to a relatively loose plot, I picked up a shovel and began to load soil into the trolley, while returning it to the sailors.

"The gravitational pull of Mars is 2.67 times smaller than that of Earth, that is, an object that is quite heavy on Earth will become quite light on Mars. ”

"Right now, I'm pretty easy at shoveling dirt, and that's my advantage!"

"Of course, once this soil is transported back to the base, how heavy it should be or how heavy, because there is a gravity system in the base, and there is a gravity system, there will be no discomfort in living in the base, just like in the arms of Mother Earth!"

"What? Where did the trolley come from?"

"Don't worry where it came from, I even have a Mars rover, what a big deal!"

Soon, Chen Mulin filled the trolley, put down the shovel and pulled the trolley into the base to unload, and then pulled it out to continue loading the soil.

This was repeated many times, until the main hall of about 50 square meters was piled with a layer of soil more than 30 centimeters high.

At this time, the time has come to noon, and it is time for lunch.

Chen Mulin did not rush to the next step, but first went to solve the problem of satiety.

"Brothers, the old altar of Fuling mustard, because there is still work later, I can only eat instant noodles to make do with it first!"

[Barrage: Those who can afford to eat mustard are local tyrants. 】

[Barrage: Local tyrants, let's be friends!]

[Barrage: The anchor should try Banlangen instant noodles. 】

[Barrage: Low-profile Damon, show off your wealth online!]

[Barrage: When to dig the manure pit?]

……

"Please, can you not say the word dung pit when eating?" Looking at the barrage, Chen Mulin felt a little sick to his stomach.

Not to mention such a malignant thing as a manure pit, when Chen Mulin was in the village in the past, he always ran out with a bowl to eat, eating while shopping, and outside, there would always be people spitting and spitting, as long as he saw it, he immediately poured the rice.

This is the psychological effect, I always think that other people's phlegm is spit in the bowl, especially when there are dishes with a lot of thickening, it feels really disgusting.

Taking advantage of the effort of eating instant noodles, Chen Mulin revealed his plan by the way.

Although it is watered, as the humidity of the soil increases, so does the humidity of the air, and although most of the important equipment is not here, and some portable ones are moved to another room, there are still some of them.

In order to prevent the equipment from getting wet, he next wraps a membrane around it, which prevents a large amount of moisture from escaping and affecting the equipment.

After a meal of instant noodles, Chen Mulin has already gone through the plan.

"That's pretty much what my plan is, I hope it doesn't affect the normal operation of the equipment!"

"Pray for the streamer!"

Chen Mulin is very fortunate that there is a super water circulation system here, with almost inexhaustible water resources, otherwise he would not know what to do.

Without this water recycling system, there is only a dead end.

The only spaceship blew up, there was no hydrogen, how could there be a chemical reaction with oxygen combustion to produce water?

Chen Mulin blew the cowhide with the sailors for a while, finished the last mouthful of soup, packed up the garbage and got up to work.

He didn't know where to turn out several rolls of plastic wrap, and first introduced it to the sailors: "This is a corrosion-resistant film, an aerospace product, very grass-resistant, and a high-tech product.

[Barrage: I don't understand either, what is the anchor beeping?]

[Barrage: Five yuan a volume?]

[Barrage: Condom grass resistance level?]

[Barrage: I don't understand, I really don't understand, I'm so difficult!]

[Barrage: The anchor borrows a volume to speak. 】

……

"Don't believe it, this film is really grass-resistant, don't believe me grass to show you!"

Chen Mulin said and pulled out a section of film, raised his index finger and poked it hard, the film was intact and was not pierced as he imagined.

Then, he took the bubble noodle plastic fork he had just used, and thrust it several times, but the film was still intact.

"You have seen it all, the anchor will not lie to you, this is really a high-tech product, not to mention knives and forks, a less powerful bullet cannot penetrate this film, and must be cut with professional tools!"

As he spoke, he continued to demonstrate, took out a small knife, which had a strange shape but was a bit similar to a fruit knife, and gently slashed through the membrane, which was originally very tough, was cut like this.

"I've seen it all, this is the right way to cut the space film, a special knife!"

[Barrage: A good cowhide fruit knife, it can actually cut plastic wrap!]

[Barrage: Where did I buy the anchor's fruit knife? I just looked at it in a certain treasure, and the same paragraph only needs a wallet post, which is not the reality of the anchor!]

[Barrage: Anchor: Fruit Knife recharged members. Plastic wrap: Understood!】

Looking at the barrage, Chen Mulin didn't have the heart to go down with them again, and waved his hand: "Forget it, you should treat it as a grass-resistant plastic wrap!"

"Now, it's time to get started!"

Chen Mulin picked up the film and walked back to the main hall and glanced around.

What a huge project!

Shake your arms a little to relax your muscles, and then start a sweaty exercise.

Chen Mulin chatted with the sailors while working, and after about half a day's work, the film shrouded the "vegetable field" in a circle.

After a little inspection, it can be said that it is airtight except for a floor-to-ceiling entrance that remains.

Chen Mulin nodded, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

With such a long workload, if it were to be changed to the past, Chen Mulin would definitely not be able to persevere, after all, he is an otaku, he has no job, almost no exercise, he only plays games at home to tease his wives, and he is a waste person.

But now it's different, alone on Mars, the food is only half a year, at most a year, in this case, he can't relax.

Although it is certain that you will not die even if you don't grow food, you can't rule out that the chances are very small, isn't it?

Under the threat of life, no matter how useless he is, he will grit his teeth and persevere.

The most important thing is that when he was about to give up, a plane flew over the live broadcast room, and he was immediately full of energy.

So far, the base renovation vegetable field project has been successfully completed. And the time also came late at night, and Chen Mulin said hello to the sailors again and lay down on his body.