I am planting trees and farming in the global game

Chapter 12 Grandpa Shaom
The inside is just a slightly larger reception room than the outside, empty, and there is a door at the end of the reception room.

A vibrant music came from the door, and in the crack of the door, the thin spores on the green moss danced gently with the music.

As if sensing someone coming, the music ceased uninterruptedly. After a while, the door slowly opened, and the old man came out holding a strange double-reed woodwind instrument.

He stared at Muying for a while, Gujing Wubo's eyes suddenly became rippling, and he asked with interest: "Little girl, what do you think of the song just now?"

Mu Ying withdrew her gaze from that door, she couldn't help being curious, she seemed to see that the ground behind the door was covered with grass?
To the old man's question, she subconsciously replied, "The green moss there likes to hear it very much."

The old man smiled happily, "Haha! Well said! This song was originally played for them. Come on, little girl, come and sit down, let's talk slowly, oh, by the way, you can call me Xiao Mu .”

"It's hard to find a territory that meets my requirements. Most people come up and convert the plants within the territory into energy or materials. Even druids may not have figured out the meaning of their profession at the beginning. You can also formulate territorial rules specifically to protect these trees, it must be because you have a high affinity for nature, and you like it very much!"

"Huh? You still have half of the elven blood, and even I can't see the source, no wonder, no wonder!"

Xiao Mu stroked his long beard and looked at Muying in surprise.

"Grandpa Xiao Mu, isn't the elf bloodline bestowed by the doomsday game?" Mu Ying had long suspected that there was something wrong with the source of her half-elf bloodline.

"I can't say much, anyway, everything you have now is real and completely belongs to you," Xiao Mu winked mischievously.

Muying understood that this meant that one of her paternal relatives or maternal relatives was an elf.

One of her and Shi Yin is a half-elf, and the other is a hybrid space-time werewolf, but the only intelligent race on the deep blue planet is human beings. Both of them were born near the Qingshan Forest. I don't know if there is any relationship.

"Okay, don't think too much, just take out the seeds you brought and have a look. Your world is very special, and I'm really looking forward to it." Xiao Mu rubbed his palms and looked at her expectantly.

It may be that Grandpa Xiao Mu gave her the feeling of an elder, and they are all Druids, who are both close and respectful, which caused her to feel as if she was being checked by her seniors even though she was here to sell things.

"Ah, let me guess, this is rice, cabbage, this is tomato, this is corn, pepper..." Xiao Mu looked at them one by one, and said the variety casually, "These, these... I don't have any seen!"

"These seeds are indeed very common, and it doesn't matter if you don't collect them... Huh? Haven't seen them?" Muying suddenly reacted.

Seeing the little girl in front of her with her eyes widened in surprise, like a frightened kitten, Xiao Mu laughed loudly, "There are words to describe these plants in the common language, of course I have seen them too, but what did you bring? These seeds are slightly different from what I know, so to be precise, I have seen them and haven’t seen them.”

"May I ask what the difference is?" Muying asked curiously.

"If you want to know, just follow me." Xiao Mu got up and pushed open the door at the end of the reception room.

This time Mu Ying saw clearly that the lush plants were planted behind the door.

She followed up involuntarily.

"This is my plantation, made of a broken demiplane. Every tree and every flower here is cultivated by me myself. They are my treasures," Xiao Mu introduced as he walked. , full of complacency.

If Wu Yaya is here, he will definitely tell Muying to run away immediately. Old man Xiao Mu is so obsessed with these flowers and plants, he can't stop talking about them, he is more talkative than Wu Yaya.

Mu Ying went from amazed, to envious, to vaguely enlightened, and finally pretended to be enlightened, falsely agreeing.

At the beginning, she would be very interested in asking about things she didn’t understand, and Grandpa Xiao Mu would happily explain to her, but as a result, he talked more and more, becoming more and more jerky, with a lot of druid and wood language mixed in. vocabulary of language origin.

Mu Ying found that if she wanted to understand all the problems, she might not be able to finish talking about a plant in a day. If she accidentally found out that she was very interested in a certain plant, Grandpa Xiao could talk about the plant's appearance, function and cultivation. The process, the original plant, the direction of variation, and even countless varieties.

Admired and helpless, she could only tightly shut her mouth, becoming an emotionless nodding machine, and finally reached their destination, a paddy field, before dark.

It is full of rice, tall and short, thick and thin, with different colors, but the ears of rice that have grown out are definitely rice.

"Grandpa Xiao Mu, this paddy field seems to be near where we enter the door." There is a clump of bamboo in the middle, and she is very impressed. It is said that it is called pocket soft bamboo. When passing by here before, Grandpa Xiao I gave her two bamboo shoots, and now Yuangungun is still holding a molar in his mouth.

Xiao Mu stroked his beard embarrassingly, "The old man is getting old and has a little forgetfulness, haha!"

"..." There was a sentence that I didn't know whether to say or not, Muying felt that his memory was really good, otherwise how could he remember such a huge amount of knowledge about plants?
"You see, these are all rice in essence, but they are different. Compared with these rice seeds, the rice seeds you brought have a much larger yield, but it seems to be unstable. The future generations should not be able to guarantee such an excellent yield. .”

"You are too good, this rice is indeed like this, we call it hybrid rice here..."

Muying used the knowledge taught in the biology book to explain the general principle of hybrid rice. Fortunately, she just finished her third year of high school in her life, and her knowledge is still hot.

Xiao Mu was very interested in hybridization technology, and emptied out the bit of biological knowledge in her stomach, and took out the small book records seriously, but he insisted that this unstable rice could not be regarded as a brand new Rice seed, he intends to use this rice seed as his research topic in the next stage.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done. I can't wait to start researching. If you have time, please help me collect more of these rice seeds. Other seeds and young plants are also fine."

Carrying a pannier full of pocket soft bamboos and holding a thick bark book in her arms, Mu Ying stood at the gate of Grandpa Xiao Mu's plantation, full of complaints, "The old man is a proper research madman! "

But the rewards are also very rich. The pocket soft bamboo in the back basket is a snack given to Chubby by Xiao Mu's grandfather, and the bark book is a rare 1st-level spell.

This book is an advance payment, and she also needs to send 100 kinds of native plants of Deep Blue Star and 100 catties of hybrid rice to Grandpa Xiao Mu.

(End of this chapter)