From interstellar refugee to marshal's wife

Although she is a pure native of Greater China, Zhizhi has natural confidence in farming. In the past, I often had cucumbers and succulents on my balcony. But this is the first time I’ve been growing something since I’ve traveled back in time, and I’m still a little bit excited and looking forward to it.

Planting on the Pluto System, according to the content introduced in the introductory chapter of the Planting Manual. The planting cycle here will be much shorter than on earth, but the survival rate is not high; the yield is also relatively small.

Take potatoes as an example. The fastest potato on earth takes about two months. Once here, potatoes can be picked within a week. Therefore, it was rare for Zhizhi to wake up early. Before Zhima went out to work, she saw Zhizhi running downstairs in her pajamas and running towards the examination place in the yard.

"Zhi Zhi, I didn't succeed in the exam for the first time... I didn't..." Zhi Ma followed Zhi Zhi to the yard. Watching Zhi Zhi squatting next to the vegetable patch, looking left and right. I was afraid that he would be hit if he didn’t get pregnant the first time, so I spoke up to get vaccinated first...

Then Zhi Zhi returned to the house and took gardening shears. After walking closer to the bamboo, I cut three bamboo branches on the bench, gathered the leaves and put them together in the place where the bamboo leaves were dried yesterday.

Then she squatted back to the corner of the examination place with the bamboo branch. Zhi Ma curiously squatted next to Zhi Zhi. "Yeah, it's sprouted..." Zhi Ma saw Zhi Zhi building a tripod for the horn in the corner and pulling a flower vine lying on the ground to the bamboo stand.

I quickly searched for potatoes and corn in this small field; on the two opposite sides of the land. Corn seedlings half as tall as a man are leaning against each other; and potatoes are lush and dwarfed on the side.

"Zhizhi, how many seeds have you applied for in total?"

"10 grains of corn, 2 potato seedlings, and a small bag of morning glory." Zhi Zhi, who didn't know why, still blurted out the answer.

"..." It's all sprouted... "Zhizhi, have you applied for invigilation?"

"Well, there are only 2 months until the end of the recruitment advantage period. I want to take the exam first and try it out. If I pass the exam early, I can apply for jobs." When I saw my seedlings, I was a little surprised and asked myself, could it be that I Did you do something unexpected without knowing it?

"Zhi Zhi, you pull out some of the corn seedlings. Five of them are enough, and there will be enough sunlight." Zhi Ma thought for a while, and no one else could do it in the exam area. So Zhima retreated to the outside of the land before she spoke to Zhi Zhi.

"Well, okay~" Zhizhi walked to the side and pulled out 5 cornmeal with a few brushes. Leave one plant in each hole that looks more pleasing to the eye.

Zhima waited in the restaurant for Zhizhi to finish cleaning up and come to the restaurant to find something to eat. Then she motioned for him to come to her, "Zhi Zhi, the senior planter that my mother is currently following, Master Lin, her plant survival rate is only 70%."

Zhizhi was stunned... 70%? The batch I made yesterday was 100%!? "Mom..."

"The survival rate of most planters is 30%, and the better ones are 50%. Master Lin is one of those with particularly good talents, which is rare to see in a hundred years." After Zhi Ma saw that Zhi Zhi understood what she meant, she continued: "You Grandpa 60% and me 50%.”

"Junior growers actually only need to grow two of them: corn, potatoes, and morning glory; and send the fruits or flowers to them. If the tested ingredients meet the standards, they can pass."

"That's it?" It's that simple... In other words, if you plant 10 seedlings in one exam, as long as 2 varieties are alive, you will pass if there are yields...?

"Then...are there any requirements for survival rate?"

Zhima shook her head, "The survival rate will be recorded in the certificate data, but it is not the standard to judge whether you are qualified. The higher the survival rate, the higher the possibility of an implanter being upgraded, but it is not absolute. The Contemporary Implantation Association's President Master Yuan’s survival rate is only 45%.”

"I understand." It is indeed earth-shattering... If the survival rate is 100% known, he might be arrested for dissection and study...

Seeing that Zhi Zhi understood, Zhima happily picked up her bag and prepared to go to work. My son is very talented~ Of course I am happy to be a mother~~ It’s no wonder I gave birth to him~~~

I came to the exam site again and walked around in circles twice. 2 were removed, so a total of 5 survived and 8 were applied for. The survival rate is... 13%, which is considered a gift, but within a reasonable range~safe~~

After watering and fertilizing her seedlings one by one, Zhizhi began her journey of searching for delicious food again. There are many plants in Zhi Ma’s small yard, and in Zhi Zhi’s eyes, they are all hope for food~

First I went to the root of the bamboo and pulled it, but no cute fat bamboo shoots grew out. Blinking and blinking, she reminisced about the cold shredded gugu bamboo shoots she made yesterday. I wonder if Zhima would like it when she was eating lunch at noon~ Zhizhi stuffed the remaining plate of cold shredded gugu bamboo shoots into Zhima's In the lunch bag.

Except for the small patch designated for Zhi Zhi, the rest of the fields in Zhima's yard are full of green plants. A small piece of green onion, a small piece of corn, a small piece of potato. Along the bamboos along the wall, there is also a osmanthus plant and a dwarf lemon plant. Although the lemon is small, it has 5 fruits hanging on it, and it smells faintly of lemon.

Zhizhi drooled over the five lemons, but she didn't want to pick them off hastily. Because his memory is very precious to Zhima, this is a lemon, so he plans to wait until Zhima comes back to ask before making any plans.

As for the peppers and garlic that Zhizhi wants most... they are impossible to have...

I went to the cornfield planted by Zhima and broke off two fat corns and pulled out a few green onion leaves. He returned to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

After Zhizhi recovered, Zhima finally allowed him to cook and eat under his strong request. Moreover, he would also prepare a lunch box for Zhima, which made Zhima almost spin in circles with joy, praising her son for his great achievements.