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Holding the freshly baked nutrient soil, Su Nianwei took out the seedlings given by Mo Qinglan from the system warehouse.

Although the system warehouse can store such things, it can only keep them active, and they will become half-dead after a long time.

The seedlings had been stored in Su Nianwei's system warehouse for less than half a month. They were just like the vegetables in the south that had endured the winter. They had wilted. The few pitiful leaves had not fallen but they were more than half soft.

It was obviously only the thickness of a chopstick, but she held it with her other hand, making it feel like it was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Fortunately, Luoluo is really reliable. The moment the seedlings came into contact with the soil, they were like a squeezed sponge suddenly filled with water. They suddenly became energetic and even "shaked" a little.

Su Nianwei relied on her excellent eyesight as a cultivator. This little thing had just grown at least a dozen thin roots visibly to the naked eye. At such a speed, she was afraid that she would compete with it for "rations".

Even the soil she prepared changed from a shiny green "mirror" to a malnourished "matte" in just a few minutes.

Good guy, a sack of soil only had this effect. She was a little worried that the soil on her hands wouldn't be enough for Luoluo to give her new ones.

Su Nianwei decided to pick and choose the less "soil-eating" varieties to plant first. After a while, Luoluo replenished her supply and then planted the rest.

Su Nian started planting trees slightly, and did not forget to send a new sample to Feng Qingge.

To be honest, if she hadn't believed in Luo Luo, she might not have been able to convince herself that the green things in her hands were the same thing as the soil on the seedlings that Mo Qinglan sent over.

Although she was not a seedling, Su Nianwei felt that the soil sent by Luo Luo seemed to be better than that given by Mo Qinglan.

Regardless of color, feel, or the state of the seedlings, these green things are much better.

In order to verify her conjecture, Su Nianwei gave Mo Qinglan a piece of soil and asked him to try it the next time he encountered new plants with intelligence in the polluted area. After all, the plants in her hands could not speak, but What Mo Qinglan encountered was different.

If the soil is feasible, she can also contact Luoluo to modify the formula to see if she can prepare soil that better suits the "taste" of different types of plants.

When Su Nianwei scraped the soil on her hand into the flower pot with the seedlings, she suddenly thought of a point that she had just ignored - since Luoluo's side can be equipped with soil, would it be easier for these plants to grow there? live?

Moreover, when the fully evolved humans over there were planting, didn’t they have agricultural tools, potions and the like with various buffs?

Will those things also work on these seedlings?

Su Nianwei thought of it and did it, but she couldn't contact Luo Luo at the moment. After all, she had received a big order from her. It was estimated that Luo Luo was busy preparing soil at the moment and had no time to read the news on the system.

The fact was indeed what Su Nianwei thought, but it was not just Luoluo who was busy, but also the high priest and the newly selected witch doctor.

Each ethnic group has its own written language, but most of the tribesmen have little use of it. Only figures such as high priests, clan leaders, and elders need to master most of the written language.

Luoluo is the next high priest, because the tribesman who was very sensitive to herbal medicines who used medicine to contain the enemy was promoted to become a witch doctor. He needs to learn the prescriptions left by the previous witch doctors, so he also needs to learn.

So what the people of Luoluo can see now is - two medium-sized rabbits following the big rabbit, huddled in the place where the stone slabs are placed all day long, mumbling and not knowing what to say, and two young medium-sized rabbits digging at their feet from time to time. Bury yourself in the big hole.