I sent technology to another world, and the country praised me for my good fortune

And this time, Grusin also brought good news.

"This is the assimilation liquid we developed overnight. We want to see if we can assimilate the metamorphic soil with the black soil."

Fu Yin was extremely surprised and gave a thumbs up, "You guys are really efficient, I'll try it later."

We develop whatever is lacking, and the key is that people can actually invent it.

Soon, a bottomless black hole appeared.

Then a pile of black soil poured out from the cave entrance and flowed into the big pit. The air was filled with the smell of soil, mixed with a few wisps of tree fragrance.

When Grusin and the others smelled it, they felt that all the fatigue they had felt in the past few days seemed to have dissipated a lot. They looked at the soil with more eagerness, as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

“If you have soil, you can plant.”

"Not only agriculture, but also green plants and flowers, and all kinds of plants. The scent of plants can calm the restlessness of the spirit. The worries that have plagued the interstellar for thousands of years can finally be solved."

Grushin tried hard to suppress his excitement, his face flushed, but he didn't hide the heat in his eyes at all, "Boss Fu, thank you so much, you are the god of the entire galaxy!"

In the past, countless people have died in mental riots. The process of silently waiting for death is the most tormenting, and they, the bystanders, can only watch and be powerless to do anything.

Even low-level people will suffer from splitting headaches, heart aches, and irritability every day due to the turmoil of their mental power.

The greater the emotional fluctuations, the higher the riot value will be.

This situation has existed in the interstellar space for thousands of years.

Even if there is a medical cabin, it will not be effective for mental power, because mental power exists in the human body like air and merges with the air. The medical cabin cannot scan where there is a problem at all.

So when they discovered that the fragrance of flowers could reduce the riot value, many people cried bitterly in private, crying because the trajectory of their own destiny had finally changed.

Later, when Note City had more green plants and large green meadows, they realized that it was not only the fragrance of flowers that could affect the riot value, but all green plants could do the same.

They couldn't help but wonder if this was the universe's revenge on them?

Because they wantonly destroyed nature and the environment without any reverence or love, the universe punished them.

Everything is cyclical, and perhaps one day we will return to the starting point.

The starting point can also be the end point.

When Fu Yin heard the word "God", he was so scared that he waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."

It was okay for her to be a deity in her small world, because she had indeed saved many famine refugees with her shop.

But in the interstellar space, she believes that she did not actually do anything. She just built a line in the middle, and the rest was the negotiation between the motherland and the interstellar space.

Seeing her frightened look as if she was facing a great enemy, Grusin couldn't help laughing and teased:

"Are you scared? What if I tell you that the people in the interstellar world are planning to build a statue and a temple for you?"

Fu Yin stumbled, "No need."

Shame on you.

Barry Miller came over, a smile flashing in his eyes, "This is a kind gesture from the people, I'm afraid I can't refuse it."

"Don't worry, Boss Fu. We will start building it after you leave the interstellar space to commemorate your selfless dedication to the interstellar space." Grusin patted Fu Yin's shoulder with a smile.

The implication is that since you can't see it anyway, just let them do what they want.

Fu Yin: “…”

"Forget about building a temple, but we can build a statue."

She is just an ordinary person, how can she be worshipped by others?

A little panicked.

Grusin spread his hands and said, "You have to discuss this with them."

Fu Yin immediately climbed onto the Star Network and sent an emergency message.

Fu Xiaojiu: [I agree to build a statue, but I refuse to build a shrine]

[My dear, your opinion is not important]

[Who leaked it?]

[You can refuse, provided that the talisman can remain in the interstellar space forever]

[This is what China calls moral kidnapping]

[Don't you want Boss Fu to stay?]

[I think so, but everything depends on Mr. Fu’s wishes]

Here, the soil has finally been transferred. Roughly speaking, it is enough to cover one acre of land, or 666.67 square meters.

Immediately afterwards, several tender green seedlings popped out of the black hole.

Xiaozhi and Fuyin do not have a binding contract, so he cannot communicate with Fuyin through his consciousness, so he always uses meow to communicate.

[Yinyin, Xu Zhengnan sent a message saying that the saplings are a new variety developed by the research institute. They grow faster, have lower environmental requirements, and are more suitable for interstellar planting.]

Fu Yin said this to Grusin and the others.

"Thank you, academicians, for me." Grushin smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. Now he has a sapling, and he is really looking forward to the day when it thrives and becomes a towering tree.

"You're welcome," Fu Yin looked at the dozen people coming towards them not far away, "Then I'll be leaving first."

Those dozen people are the newly trained agriculturalists of the Star Science Institute. They are still learning and growing, but they know more than ordinary people.

Schools across the galaxy are also gradually opening "Agricultural Development Majors". Textbooks are distributed uniformly and are all sent over from China. After all, they are a flower-growing country and have been growing flowers since the beginning of their existence. They must have more experience than novices like them.

Not only them, but everyone in the Star Science Institute now has a general understanding of basic agricultural knowledge, so they are not completely in the dark.

Grusin was old and even more aggressive, madly absorbing knowledge of botany and agricultural cultivation, and he did not miss anything that had something to do with cultivation.

The imperial scribe was typing frantically on the keyboard beside him.

Grushin glanced at him. "Has it started?"

"Okay, I'm ready." The imperial scribe wiped the sweat from his forehead. For this historic moment, he would not let go of his hands.

He will definitely have a role in the history of the future interstellar.

Afterwards, Grusin and the dozen or so people officially started the planting work. Everyone had their own responsibilities. Although it was the first time they dug the soil and dug the holes, their movements were methodical and orderly, and it looked quite professional.

While the imperial scribe was typing on the virtual keyboard, the camera on the optical computer did not stop, and was constantly looking for angles to take pictures and record.

The eight leaders rolled up their trouser legs and stepped barefoot into the soil. They occasionally helped out, but most of the time they just watched because they were being despised.

“You’re not standard.”

"You spilled too much."

Scientists are very rigorous and follow the textbooks exactly. Even the placement of seeds must be exactly the same as in the pictures in the book.

Eight leaders: “…”

Isn't it enough to put the seeds in the hole? Who cares about the angle? Once the soil is buried, they can't be seen anymore.

This is probably the difference between civil officials and military generals.

One dislikes the other for being too slow.

One dislikes the other for being too rude.

Barry Miller was also one of those who were disliked, but he was humble and eager to learn. He always followed Grusin and watched his movements intently.

Grusin: "..."

Why do you need a one-on-one supervisor?