My mom didn't have a choice, and she said she liked the contract too.

Because I was twenty years old at that time, and I was a big girl.

However, I guess I also have a little money, so I will return to Earth with me to reunite with my family.

Mom has a small mobile phone, and Mom Market takes it out and points to a family photo.

In the family portrait, there was a man standing next to my mother. The man was covered in mosaics, and I knew he was supposed to be the negative dad.

Behind my parents are my grandparents on the left, and my grandparents and grandma are on my right.

In the photo, although the mother's belly is not bulging, she is holding her stomach with her hands.

Mom said it was taken before she went into space, and it was the only photo left on her phone.

Mom and I told me a lot of stories about what happened on Earth, many, many of them very interesting. In my mind, the Earth should be a hundred times more fun than this space station in space, but unfortunately it is like this now.

Of course, this 20-year contract is an unfair deal in the eyes of ordinary people. But I said that forest farmers have a conscience, and there is a reason for that.

In fact, this cost is no less than inviting a serious graduate with a master's degree in agriculture to work on the space station, and maybe you can find a better talent than your mother. Because the cost of raising a child on the space station is sky-high, four or five times more expensive than raising a child on the ground. Not everyone wants to work in space, but it's not hard to find one. Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, the forest farmer still chose my mother, and my mother also cherished the help of the forest farmer.

I signed a contract when a forest farmer offered the most suitable conditions, and my mother could not refuse for the sake of a young child.

My mother is engaged in space rice grafting and cultivation in the forestry company, and I am grateful to the company's mother for almost doing her best for the company.

In this way, my mother took me in the capsule year after year.

My mom raised me and went to work at the same time, even because I couldn't afford to go to school. Since I was a child, my mother began to teach me to write and draw by herself, and when I was a child, I loved to draw and write in the liquid culture soil with a rice pole.

Paper and pen are not wasted at all according to my mother's wishes, and everything in space cannot be wasted according to my mother's words.

With my mother by my side, the earth is just a product of my mother's description. So one day after another, every day is very fulfilling and happy.

Mom sometimes complains because the rice varieties in space are not half as good as the varieties cultivated on Earth. So all mom has to do is reduce the passage of nutrients and reduce the change in taste so that this cosmic rice is not so unpalatable. For other cultivation and improvement, there is almost no homework that cannot be done for more than ten years. After all, arms can't reach thighs, and the universe can't compare to the earth's land.

The real universe is not as good as the experts and businessmen exaggerate, but in the eyes of experts and capitalists the universe is a precious treasure.

In this regard, the Forestry Company's efforts to promote this batch of space rice to the outside world are also very exaggerated, but even then it is very difficult to sell it on Earth. Moreover, the cost is expensive, but it can only be packaged in space and sold as shipped to the earth, and it can barely be regarded as self-sufficient to have a trace of survival.

My mom worked hard and became a project manager for the forest farmer on the space station when I was five years old.

Every year, it is guaranteed that there will be no losses, or almost invisible small gains. So the project has not stopped, but I can see that my mother's health is getting worse and worse.