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The guy who ate Gongsun Murong and Narasha's melon seeds and drank the tea of ​​the two of them no longer flew outside the spaceship.

At night, I ate the whole lamb meal. A lamb was killed and the black guy who sucked the mutton and mutton soup into his body stayed there for a while, motionless.

Gongsun Murong guessed that a three-dimensional image was simulated, land, water, grass seeds, planted, lambs were well cultivated, and they started to eat grass. The lambs grew up, killed and ate meat. This was repeated, focusing on land and water.

The black guy may have an epiphany, or maybe he can only provide soil and water, so it produces hundreds of cubic meters of water and thousands of cubic meters of soil.

Watching Gongsun Murong and Narasha use the soil and water they make to plant grass and give birth, they quickly cultivate the cells on the sheep into small lambs and put them on the grass to eat grass before it sucks the lamb again.

It is obvious that it is conducting fair trades with two people, and if you have gains, you must pay.

Narasha was quite satisfied with this. Hundreds of cubic meters of water and thousands of cubic meters of soil could raise many sheep. In the future, it would be exchanged, and no one would suffer any loss.

"Actually, you made money. Do you know how much it costs to make a sheep for two special-level chefs? Especially when resources are scarce? Brother Murong and I made it for someone once, and we need a credit of 10 million. That person can be euthanized, the brand."

Narasha mentioned the reward for cooking to the black guy who drank six bowls of mutton soup, and pointed to the water and soil he brought.

"Look at what you have, more than 100 cubic meters of water, under normal circumstances, it is 100 tons. In the Galaxy Civilization, a ton of water is less than a credit point. The most prosperous city is five tons per credit point. I will calculate the amount of money you get. Thirty credit points are enough.

Let’s look at the soil again, and tell you. You can buy two tons of soil with a credit point, which is not worth it. Some planets are empty and we don’t go up to plant crops. If you get more than 1,000 credit points, you will count on your credit points, which will add up to 630 to water.

How much difference is between 10 million and 630? I take care of you from the bottom of my heart. You can laugh secretly. Sometimes I will complain about myself. I am too kind and always suffer losses and can't remember."

Narasha thinks that the black guy is a high-intelligent life body and can communicate, so now he releases corresponding mental fluctuations while talking, hoping that the other party can pay more to smooth out the value.

But the black guy didn't give any mental resumption and still ate the browned mutton.

Narasha shaves a bone, throws it to the puppy she keeps to chew on, and says to Gongsun Murong: "Look. It knows that it has paid less, so sorry, isn't it?"

Gongsun Murong nodded slightly, unable to say anything. He could not dismantle Narasha's table, saying that the soil and water here are far more important than the identity of any chef.

The value depends on the degree of demand between the supply and demand parties.

While eating, he controlled the newly arrived soil and water to combine it with the spacecraft, and the spacecraft became larger.

Half an hour later, the two of them didn't eat much, and most of the food was in the dark guy's stomach.

Eat and drink. The two continued to cultivate new species, take out the cells of the large cow and cultivate it. According to Narasha's idea, eat 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 him and stopped attacking with his mental power, and seemed very honest.

"Look, as long as all living organisms can communicate, there will be no hostility." Narasha said as she planted four mulberry trees, which became taller and taller. She took out the silkworm cells and cultivated small silkworms, put them in a dustpan, set up a rack next to it, and arranged one by one, changing the speed of time passing, adding mulberry leaves to it from time to time, and cleaning the silkworm sand.

Soon a group of silkworms came out, and Narasha ignored it when she was about to spin silk, and she put it there. She didn't want to collect silk today.

The black guy came beside him, probably "looking", but he didn't suck it into his body. I thought it would be eaten by himself when others ate it.

Gongsun Murong planted lotus in the water, and several varieties planted them together. Some were for the sake of appreciating flowers, some for the sake of eating lotus root, and some were waiting to produce the most delicious lotus seeds.

He glanced at the dark guy and said, "There is no hostile relationship. The premise is that both sides are equal in strength. Only when they can't beat us can they become honest. We can't hit it. If we really use the rules to attack it, if we kill it, there will probably be no hope of going out unless we meet another one."

"Yes, yes, so if you want to get respect from others, you must be strong first. Oh, I almost forgot that I didn't plant osmanthus trees. I will make osmanthus cake tomorrow, so I will come now."

Narasha found the seeds of the osmanthus tree and planted them again.

Another dark place.

"Brother Murong, tomorrow Mid-Autumn Festival, if Lao Zhang could know what happened later and the suffering we faced, he would probably not have written "The moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time". At least he can still accept the news about his hometown, and we are separated by space.

There is also the old Su. To be honest, his poems are pretty good, but I look down on his character. You said he missed his younger brother, and then he drank hard, but he finally wrote a poem, hoping that people would last forever and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles apart, and look so sad.

He was staying in Shandong at that time. You see what he wrote, "The left is yellow, the right is blue, the brocade hat and sable fur, and the thousand riders rolled flat hills. They can pull the carved bows like a full moon."

He is so rich, and wine is very expensive, right? He raises dogs and eagles, and uses such a good bow. Can he shoot arrows? He is still unhappy.

He stayed there for three years, but he didn't see the local people's life. I'll give me three years to let everyone take a spaceship."

Narasha remembered the festival problem and began to mutter, not even the ancients let it go.

Gongsun Murong defended Lao Su, saying, "Didn't he repair Su Di, and he also repaired more than one."

"It was a waste of money and mobilized so many people to let the emperor know and prove his political achievements. Later, when he was brought to the beautiful beach, he also sought fame and was not a good person." Narasha insisted on her evaluation of Lao Su.

"Okay, he is a bad guy, why do you talk about him? Let's talk about it another person." Gongsun Murong followed Narasha's words.

"Who made his lyrics write so well? When I think of Mid-Autumn Festival, I think of his lyrics, and when I think of his lyrics, I feel sad. Do you say he is bad or not? He has been dead for so long and he still cheats people."

Narasha tells her reasons.

Gongsun Murong immediately felt that Lao Su was not wronged and deserved it. Who asked you to write lyrics? Your lyrics made Narasha miss homesick. You said how bad you were, you still built a dike? It was a waste of money and money. The most important thing was that you made Narasha sad.

"We will use potatoes and cabbage to make mooncakes tomorrow, then extract the potato starch and ferment it into wine. Throw this pot into the sky and brighten it and let it be the moon. Do you think it's okay?" Gongsun Murong could only find a way to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Well! Let's make do with it, the Dangou Nairol family, right? When I go back, let's jump forward at a long distance first. If I can encounter something else, the taste of the mooncake will not be so monotonous."

After Narasha scolded Lao Su, she felt better and followed Gongsun Murong to move in an extremely long distance space.

The two of them had no idea about this. The result they got when they perceived was confused. The main reason was that the two people's bodies were not good. If they changed their bodies, their living conditions would probably have improved long ago.

People in the Galaxy civilization are also busy and are about to celebrate the festival. People who are close to their homes will be on vacation for two days and then go home quickly through the teleportation device. If the distance is too far, they can only discuss with other people who cannot go back to the festival and communicate with their families about videos.

There are also local administrative departments on the planet to assemble the "moon" from last year and then hang it in the sky. There is no way, there are no moon-like satellites outside the planet, so they can only be artificially manufactured.

There are dark screen devices that have always been the daytime planet to check the entire planet. Tomorrow night will make the sky darker and the moon will look good.

The most interesting thing is that few mooncakes sell. Because the manufacturing of mooncakes is not complicated and there are equipment, every family is willing to make them by themselves. It is like holding dumplings during the Chinese New Year, so lazy people can buy them.

The main reason is that people have a long life and better life. Every family has a universal kitchen machine. They make tofu, roll a Lantern Festival, and fry something. All-round is done by machines.

I usually feel that I don’t have enough time, so I can be lazy. I turn on the machine during the holidays and do whatever I want. If I really spend money to buy it, it’s better to go to a restaurant outside to eat.

As a result, other civilizations came to buy mooncakes, which forced people who made mooncakes to work overtime.

Each household also helped to make it. After it was finished, it took it out and sold it to other civilizations, and some were left. Narasha deliberately greeted her, saying that the people who fled from the temple would also eat mooncakes tomorrow. Everyone helped to make it. It tasted whatever it tasted, and the patterns were not limited.

The person who came to say hello was Narasha's regular body, holding a person in her hand, and was the one who was sentenced to death there. Leave him one and take it over to see if she could adapt to the space here.

The result proves that not only can adapt, but also has a surge in strength, just like those who come out of the positive and anti-material space.

With his strength increased, he felt that he was a god. He wanted to break free from control, but was given by Narasha: "Don't move, I'll let you go when I go back. You're free. Give you a flying beast. If you have the ability, you can survive by using the things above. Be honest now, otherwise I will be executed."

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

Narasha returned to the temple space and indeed, as she promised, she sent the man a flying beast, with land, small lakes, and other materials on it. A very long-distance space jump sent the man away and let him fend for himself.

"Brother Murong, you can take people to communicate." Narasha said happily.

Gongsun Murong showed a happy look and said, "Okay, send Palpalan over first."

"Okay, okay, we have a lot of Palpalans now, including those that were originally robbed, those collected by the temple that followed, and those they breed themselves. Yesterday's data showed that there were 2.56638830 wholes. There is no statistics yet today, so I guess I can be born millions of newborns."

Narasha squinted her eyes and said, "There will be a battle there in the future, so she can bring Palpalan over there."

--(To be continued...)
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