―― The guy who ate Gongsun Murong and Nalasha melon seeds and drank the tea of two people no longer flew outside the spaceship.

In the evening, a lamb was killed, and the black guy who had sucked the mutton and mutton soup into his body stayed there for a while, motionless.

Gongsun Murong guessed and simulated a three-dimensional image, land, water, and grass seeds, planted, the lamb was cultivated, began to eat grass, the lamb grew up, killed and ate meat, and so on, emphasizing land and water.

The black guy may have had an epiphany, or maybe it can only provide dirt and water, so it makes hundreds of cubic meters of water and thousands of cubic meters of dirt.

Watching Gongsun Murong and Nalasha use the soil and water it made to plant grass, and give birth, and quickly cultivate the cells on the sheep's body into lambs, and put them on the grass to eat, it sucked the mutton again to eat.

Obviously, it is making a fair deal with two people, and there is a gain that must be paid.

Nalasha was quite satisfied with this, hundreds of cubic meters of water and thousands of cubic meters of soil could raise a lot of sheep, and in the future, they would be exchanged like this, and no one would suffer.

"Actually, you have earned it, do you know how much it can cost two special chefs to make a sheep, especially in the case of lack of resources? I and Brother Murong ♂ will do it for someone else once, and we will ask for 10 million credits, and that person can be happy to die, brand." ”

Nalasha mentions to the black guy who drank six bowls of mutton soup about her remuneration for cooking, and points to the water and dirt that they have brought in.

"Look at the things you take, more than 100 cubic meters of water, under normal circumstances, it is 100 tons, in the galactic civilization a ton of water is less than a credit point, the most prosperous city is 5 tons of a credit, I will give you more money for the water you brought, 30 credits is enough.

Look at the soil again, let me tell you. You can buy two tons of soil with one credit, which is worthless, and we don't go up to plant crops when some planets are empty, and you get more than 1,000 li, count you 600 credits, and the water adds up to 630.

What is the difference between 10 million and 630? I take care of you from the bottom of my heart, you steal the fun, you dream at night and laugh, sometimes I complain to myself. I'm too kind, I always suffer, and I don't have a long memory. ”

Nalasha felt that the black guy belonged to a highly intelligent life form and could communicate, so now she released corresponding mental fluctuations while talking, expecting the other party to pay more to smooth out the value.

It's just that the black guy didn't give any mental recovery, and still ate the charred mutton.

Nalasha shaved out a bone, threw it to the puppy to gnaw, and said to Gongsun Murong, "Look." It knows it's paying less, sorry, isn't it?"

Gongsun Murong nodded lightly and couldn't say anything. He couldn't tear down Narasha's table, saying that dirt and water were far more important than any chef's identity.

The amount of value depends on the demand process of both supply and demand.

As he ate, he controlled the newly arrived dirt and water to combine with the ship, and the ship became larger.

Half an hour passed. When dinner was over, the two of them didn't eat much, and most of the food went into the black guy's stomach.

Eat and drink to your heart's content. The two of them continued to cultivate new species, taking out the cells of large cows and cultivating them, and according to Narasha's idea, if they ate a big cow, the black guy should give at least 1,000 cubic meters of water and 10,000 cubic meters of soil.

They were busy, and the black guy followed and watched, and he didn't continue to attack with mental power, and he looked very honest.

"See, all living beings, as long as they can communicate, there is no zài hostility. As she spoke, she planted four mulberry trees, which grew taller and more lush, took out the cells of the silkworms and cultivated the silkworms, put them in the dustpan, set up a shelf next to them, and set up the dustpans one by one, changing the speed of time passing, adding mulberry leaves to Riga from time to time, and cleaning up the silkworm sand.

Soon a group of silkworms came out, and when it was almost time to spin silk, Nalasha didn't care, and put it there, and she didn't want to collect it today.

The black guy leaned next to him, probably 'looking', but he didn't suck it into his body, thinking that he was waiting for others to eat it.

Gongsun Murong planted lotus in the water, and several varieties were planted together, some for flower appreciation, some for eating lotus roots, and some were waiting for the most delicious lotus seeds.

He glanced at the black guy and said: "The premise of not having a hostile relationship is that the strength of the two sides is equal, it can't beat us, so we become honest, we can't fight it, really use the rules to attack it, in case it is killed, it is estimated that there will be no hope of going out, unless we meet another one." ”

"Yes, yes, so if you want to be respected by others, you must first be strong, oops, I almost forgot, I didn't plant an osmanthus tree, I want to make osmanthus cake tomorrow, come now." ”

Nalasha then found the seeds of the osmanthus tree and planted them.

Another dark place.

"Brother Murong, tomorrow in the Mid-Autumn Festival, if Lao Zhang could know what happened later and knew the hardships we were facing, it is estimated that he would not have written 'The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time', at least he can still accept the news of his hometown, and we are separated by space.

And that old Su, to be honest, his poetry is not bad, but I look down on his character, you said that he missed his brother, and then drank hard, and as a result, he came up with a poem, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together, it looks so sad.

He was staying in Shandong at the time, and you can see what he wrote, 'Huang on the left, Qingcang on the right, mink Qiu in the brocade hat, and Pinggang on a thousand horses.' will hold the bow like a full moon'.

He's rich, but wine is expensive, isn't he? Raising a dog and an eagle, with such a good bow, can he shoot arrows? And so he wasn't happy.

He stayed there for three years, and he didn't see how the local people's lives were any better, that little place, give me three years, and I let everyone take the spaceship. ”

Nalasha remembered the problem of the festival and began to mumble, even the ancients did not let go.

Gongsun Murong defended Lao Su next to him: "Didn't he repair the Su Causeway, and he also repaired more than one." ”

"Laboring the people and wasting money, mobilizing so many people, so that the emperor would know, in order to prove his political achievements, and later when he was brought to the scenic seaside, he was still famous, not a good person. Nalasha insisted on her evaluation of Lao Su.

"Okay, he's a badass, what's the point of talking about him? Gongsun Murong followed Nalasha's words.

"Who made him write so well? When I think of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I think of his words, and when I think of his words, I feel sad, you say that he is not bad, he has been dead for so long, and he is still cheating. ”

Nalasha gave her reasons.

Gongsun Murong Deng felt that Lao Su was not wronged, he deserved it, who asked you to write the lyrics? Your words made Nalasha homesick, you said how bad you were, you still built the embankment? Labor and money, the most important thing is that you made Nalasha sad.

"Let's use potatoes and cabbage to make moon cakes tomorrow, and then extract the starch of the potatoes and ferment them to make wine, throw this pot into the sky, brighten it, and let it be the moon, do you think it's okay?" Gongsun Murong could only find a way to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Well, okay, single hook, the Nairol family, right? When I go back, let's jump forward at a long distance, in case we can meet something else, the taste of the mooncake will not be so monotonous." ”

After Nalasha scolded Lao Su, she was in a better mood and followed Gongsun Murong to move in ultra-long-distance space.

The two of them have no way to do anything here, and the result when they perceive it is at a loss, mainly because the body of the two people is not good, and it is estimated that the living conditions have already improved.

The people of the Galactic Civilization are also busy, and they are going to celebrate the festival, and the people who are 'close' to their homes will rush home quickly after a two-day holiday, and if the distance is too far, they can only discuss with other people who can't go back how to spend the festival, and then they will have a video with their families.

There are also planets on which the local administration takes out last year's 'moon' and assembles it, and then hangs it in the sky, there is no way, there is no moon-like moon outside the planet, so it can only be artificially built.

There is a dark device that has always been a daytime planet to inspect the entire planet, and tomorrow night's time will make the sky dark, and the moon will be beautiful.

The most interesting thing is that there are very few moon cakes sold, because the manufacture of moon cakes is not complicated, and there is equipment, everyone is willing to make their own, like holding dumplings during the New Year, lazy people to buy it.

The main reason is that people's life is long, life is good, every family has a universal kitchen machine, make a tofu, roll a Lantern Festival, fry something, and the all-round can be completed by the machine.

I usually feel that there is not enough time, you can be lazy, turn on the machine during the holidays, and do what you want to do yourself, if you really spend money to buy, it is better to go to the store outside to eat.

As a result, other civilizations came to buy moon cakes, so that the people who made moon cakes had to work overtime.

Each family also helped to do it, and when it was done, it was taken out and sold to other civilizations, and some had to be set aside, Nalasha deliberately greeted, saying that the people who fled there in the temple would also eat moon cakes tomorrow, and everyone would help to beat it, any flavor would work, and the pattern would not be limited.

It was Nalasha who came to greet her, and she was carrying a person in her hand, who was sentenced to death over there, so she left him and took it to see if she could adapt to the space here.

It turned out that not only could he adapt, but his strength skyrocketed, just like the people who came out of the positive and antimatter space.

With the increase in strength, he felt that he was a god, and he wanted to break free from control, but he was given by Nalasha: "Don't move, I'll let you go back, you're free, give you a flying beast, you have the ability to use the things above to survive, be honest now, otherwise I'll be executed." ”

This man really didn't dare to move again, and his eyes showed a look of hope.

Narasha returned to the temple space, and sure enough, as she had promised, she gave the person a flying beast with land and a small lake, as well as other materials, and an ultra-long-distance spatial leap to send the person away and leave him to fend for himself.

"Brother Murong, you can take someone to communicate. Nalasha said happily.

Gongsun Murong looked happy, and then said, "Okay, send Palpalan over first." ”

"Okay, okay, we have a lot of Parpalan now, some of them were originally robbed, and some of them were collected by the temple that ran with them, as well as those they bred by themselves, yesterday's number jù showed that it was two thousand five hundred and sixty thousand three hundred and eighty thousand, eight hundred and thirty whole, and there is no statistics today, it is estimated that there will be millions of new births. ”

Nalasha squinted her eyes and said, "Now that there needs to be a fight over there, you can bring Palpalan over-

(To be continued......)