Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

Guan You quickly stopped a captain and began to discuss the details of defense on the return trip.

He Simiao returned to his brother disappointed.

He watched helplessly as Guan You finished handling the matters at the meeting and went to look for Yan Zhao in the vegetable field.

The He brothers were supposed to live on the battleship at night. On the way back from a walk, He Simiao asked: "Brother, do you think I am inferior to Yan Zhao... Is it because I didn't go through these hardships with Ayou?"

"It's not your fault." He Junyan consoled him, "It's probably the lid that goes with the pot."

He Simiao didn't understand. He made up his mind to see what Yan Zhao's strengths were. So early the next morning, he put on his sun hat and walked to the vegetable field.

When Yan Zhao arrived at the shed, he was startled when he saw He Simiao waiting under the shed.

"What's the matter? If you're looking for Guan You, he went to patrol the fleet."

"I'm here to find you." He Simiao's expression was very eager, "Do you need any help?"

Yan Zhao looked around, then shook his head: "No, the workers will complete the rest of the work."

He Simiao lowered his head in disappointment and asked, "Then can I watch you work? I want to learn."

I don’t know when he will be able to use it after learning it. However, Yan Zhao never cared about other people's eyes. He nodded and began to adjust the temperature control equipment installed yesterday.

He Simiao was thinking to himself that this would not be difficult, but soon he saw Yan Zhao taking out a bag of seeds and starting to sow seeds on the ground.

He bent down again and again, checking the condition of the soil from time to time and turning it over twice.

He Simiao saw a bunch of mud spots on his feet and legs, and encouraged himself in his heart: Maybe Ayou likes this kind of labor, and I have to work hard too!

Then he stepped forward and stretched out his hand, saying, "Let me help you."

Yan Zhao struggled for a while and felt that he should not deprive others of their right to work, so he gave him part of it on the spot and started teaching seriously.

He Simiao is not stupid, and he learns very quickly. But he had never done this kind of monotonous and boring work. After a while, he felt a sore back and his stylish beret slipped off again and again.

He looked enviously at the straw hat on Yan Zhao's head, which was hooked to his chin with a rope. It looked very convenient.

Workers came here to work one after another, and He Simiao's appearance only surprised them for a moment. Perhaps because he is used to seeing foreign galactic armies these days, the high-end attire is not so strange.

Yan Zhao walked through the fields, explaining the knowledge of growing vegetables to the workers from time to time.

One person said with emotion: "When I saw farmers in my hometown, I always couldn't understand why they were so excited when the harvest came. Now I understand. Farming is really not easy."

Yan Zhao chuckled. Even though some workers were rough in conversation, he could still talk to everyone concisely.

He Simiao stared blankly until his brother came to him and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing here?"

"Grow vegetables."

"Growing vegetables?" He Junyan held his forehead, "Si Miao, can you wake up a little?"

"But Yan Zhao did this and everyone liked him." He Simiao said stubbornly.

"I didn't mean to say it in such a bad way." He Junyan held his shoulders, with a strange stubborn light in his eyes.

"Everyone has what they should do and what they are suitable to do. You have been the little prince of our family since you were born. You don't need to do this, understand? If a person does not recognize his position, that is the most terrifying thing thing."

He Junyan's tone gradually became colder, as if he had remembered something, and his expression was not good.

"Brother, you started saying weird things again." He Simiao twisted his hand away, picked up the seeds and continued walking to the field.

Even Yan Zhao didn't expect that he persisted for most of the day. It wasn't until lunch started that they walked to the cafeteria hungry.

"You really like farming." Yan Zhao didn't know why.

The corners of He Simiao's lips twitched and he said feebly: "Yes... everyone seems to... like farming..."

In the cafeteria, they met Lu Yunqi, who had been exercising on the mountain all morning.

He had just taken a shower and when he came to the cafeteria, he claimed that he was so hungry that he could eat a cow. When he saw Yan Zhao and He Simiao together, he didn't quite understand.

"Yan Zhao...you..."

"Yun Qi, isn't Shao Jie with you?"

"I'm not bound to him."

Perhaps because he was ordered by his mother to protect his idol, Lu Yunqi still felt a little resentful.

Yan Zhao was a little worried and didn't even eat, so he immediately went out to find Wei Shaojie.

As soon as he ran out of the canteen, he saw Zhu Ma walking slowly towards the canteen like a zombie.

"Shao Jie!" Yan Zhao rushed over and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Seeing him, Wei Shaojie reluctantly showed a smile on his face, but he refused to tell the reason.

Lu Yunqi helped them occupy a seat. There was a set meal on the table, which included barbecue, wild vegetables and rice.

It is said that He Junyan was very good at providing logistical support every time, and even provided a month's worth of rice to the base on the deserted star. This made the workers who had not eaten rice for a long time almost cried with joy.

However, he established a limited meal system, which stipulated that the amount of rice a person could eat was rated.

Lu Yunqi worked like a revenge, forgetting his surroundings for a moment. When he came to his senses, he found that no one else was eating well at the table except himself.

He Simiao looked at Yan Zhao and Wei Shaojie thoughtfully, both of whom looked worried.

"What happened? You didn't even eat?"

Lu Yunqi's words brought Yan Zhao back to his senses. He quickly pushed the dinner plate in front of Wei Shaojie and said, "Eat first."

Wei Shaojie, who didn't know how to eat, tried to eat some, but then he couldn't eat anymore and looked at Lu Yunqi who had already finished his portion.

"Or?" He pushed the plate.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Lu Yunqi's face, but his three-white eyes looked at the fragrant rice with great longing.

"Yes." He grabbed the plate angrily and continued to eat.

Until he went to bed at night, Wei Shaojie did not reveal any information. Because he had been cared about by Yan Zhao, his mood improved a lot.

With the completion of the escort plan, the Galaxy Army has set a date for departure. Some people who are willing to leave will first go to the capital star with them, and then be sent back to their hometowns one by one.

And those who have no concerns or are too brainwashed choose to stay and live a self-sufficient life.

The night before leaving, many workers came to give Yan Zhao small gifts to thank him for teaching everyone the knowledge of growing vegetables.

"When you come back next time, there might be a lot more green here."

The underage boy who was originally in the same mining team as Yan Zhao also had a smile on his face and was no longer always afraid of the empire and the galaxy army.

He scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know if what the foremen said in class was correct or not, but you must be a good person."

The grand scene of queuing up to see him off shocked the soldiers stationed there. Some people lamented: "Why is he more popular than His Highness?"

"Probably because the mountains here are high and the emperor is far away."

"Haha, that makes sense..."

He Junyan listened to the discussions of the soldiers, stood at a distance, and looked at Yan Zhao, who was surrounded by the crowd, with deep thought in his eyes.