Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million magical points

Chapter 23 Priced at sixty star coins per pound

"what--"

Ai Moye woke up from her sleep, sweating profusely.

The alarm clock on the bedside table made a shrill scream. She slapped it to the ground and broke the parts, but she continued to wake the prisoner up despite her physical disability and strong will.

Ai Moye was so angry that she got out of bed and turned off the alarm clock.

After lying back on the bed, her forehead and back were completely soaked.

The pressure in the dream was really too strong, especially the feeling of her neck being twisted alive, which made her wonder if she was already dead.

The man's tone was so cold, it was like a sharp blade piercing Ai Moye's heart, making her whole body shiver.

After waiting for a long time, Ai Moye wiped her sweat and muttered, "It's the devil who makes ferment!"

The little nightmare did not bother Aimoye for too long. Today is the 40th day of her exile. It is not worth celebrating, but she can make potatoes and sweet potatoes into vermicelli.

No matter how she transformed it, the Gobi was still the Gobi, and sweet potatoes could not be stored for long in a harsh environment.

So she planned to sell some of the potato and sweet potato vermicelli in exchange for some star coins.

The center is also very supportive because the boss said that everyone is responsible for creating internet celebrities.

In the next two days, Aimoye started a live broadcast to make potato flour and sweet potato flour, and even brought Mai Ma over to help.

Mai Ma is very hard-working and more diligent and active than Aimoye. Even if Aimoyye is tired and paralyzed, she can still grit her teeth and continue working.

While the two were busy working, Jiya brought some bad news.

"Winter is coming soon, so you have to think ahead to protect animals and plants from the cold."

Ai Moye wiped her sweat and looked at the scorching sun, "To protect yourself from the cold?"

The temperature today is at least 38°C. Is this called winter?

Jiya said, "There is no such thing as spring, summer, autumn and winter in your area. It only takes a day or two to transition from summer directly to winter."

Planet 2B is not the Earth, and the area where the Gobi Prison is located does not have distinct seasons.

Ai Moye was silent for a long time and asked, "What is the winter in the Gobi like?"

Mai Ma raised her hand and answered quickly, "I know, I know, it's very cold!"

Jiya nodded and said, "The location of your prison has cold winters, few sandstorms, and occasional rainfall. You can consider what to plant in advance, and the center will send you seeds. But in return, the food you plant will , you have to hand over part of it.”

Ai Moye pinched her swollen eye sockets and said, "Let me think about it."

Sure enough, just one day later, Ai Moye woke up from the cold in the middle of the night.

She curled up on the bed and shivered. When she looked at the real-time temperature on the alarm clock, it was already below zero.

The climate in this poor place is too weird, and there is no transition at all. Fortunately, Jiya and Maima warned them in time, and the center also sent thick quilts.

But, the more Ai Moye looked at the quilt, the more uncomfortable it became.

High-end clothing in the interstellar era is made of high-tech materials and can automatically control the temperature. Wearing it is like wearing an air conditioner that can adjust the temperature.

However, this kind of material is rare, the cost is ridiculously high, and not many people can afford to wear it.

Most of the fabrics used by ordinary people are man-made fibers, which have poor elasticity, are hot and airtight, and have the advantage of being wear-resistant and not deforming.The cold-proof items issued by the prison are quilts made of artificial fibers. Rather than keeping warm, they are more like wrapping people up like plastic. If they don't dissipate heat, they won't get cold.

The quilt that Ai Moye was assigned was newly taken out of the warehouse and smelled of plastic. It was not as good as her favorite air-conditioned quilt, let alone wool blankets and silk quilts and other high-end products.

An idea took shape in her mind, but she couldn't put it into effect yet.

Before dawn, she started live streaming online.

"Farm-made potato flour and sweet potato flour. Fans and friends who have watched my live broadcast before know that I make these by hand without adding any chemicals at all."

Ai Moye cooks potato powder in a pot, frys eggs in another pot, and mixes the sauce: light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, onion and garlic...

"Potato flour is elastic and smooth. It can be mixed dry, or made into a sour and appetizing sour soup, or a spicy and refreshing red soup. New friends who don't know how to make red oil can check out my previous teaching videos and enter Keyword query.”

Under bright lights, Aimoye placed a bowl of red soup potato noodles in front of the live broadcast camera.

Under the bright red oil, there are sticks of white potato flour floating, paired with golden fried eggs and green vegetables. The mere appearance makes people salivate.

In order to get more viewers to place orders, Aimoye also demonstrated several methods.

She took out a pottery, put it on the fire, and said, "This is my homemade clay pot, which is perfect for making potato flour casserole. The chemical properties of the casserole are stable, the heat retention is stronger than ordinary pots, and the heat is more evenly concentrated, so The stewed food tastes better.”

Some people in the live broadcast room do not believe in evil and accuse the anchor of saying all kinds of nonsense in order to bring goods.

[Isn’t it just a pot made of clay? It’s so dirty. If it’s used for cooking, I wouldn’t dare to eat it.]

[I think that pot is quite beautiful, very similar to the pottery passed down from my ancestors.Anchor, how do you sell your pot? 】

Ai Moye happened to catch a glimpse of the content in the live broadcast room and thought that selling pottery might be a good choice.

She needs money right now, so she can sell anything, but she can't do it right now, and she doesn't have time to make casseroles.

After showing how to make potato flour, Aimoye posted a link to the backend and entered the price after consideration.

"Your price is too low!" Jiya said firmly.

"It's already twenty stars per pound. Is this still low?" Ai Moye was surprised.

Jiya wanted to poke her forehead, "You are stupid. The potatoes you grew are delicious. The purchase price given by the center is six stars per pound. How do you calculate the loss rate when you make potato powder?"

"The flour extraction rate is very high. About ten kilograms of potatoes can produce three or four kilograms of potato flour."

"Isn't this right? Add in your labor costs, transportation fees, and other miscellaneous costs, and it will cost you sixty stars per pound."

Ai Moye's eyes were as wide as copper bells, "Sixty?"

Jiya said earnestly, "Don't worry about not being able to sell it. Nowadays, pure natural food like this is only for the rich and powerful. As long as you often live broadcast the recipes of potato flour and sweet potato starch, as well as self-grown vegetables and fruits, let The audience knows that you are purely natural and handmade, so they will rush to buy it even if the price is sky-high!"

In the interstellar era, the water and soil on all major planets are very poor, and fertile land suitable for planting is becoming increasingly scarce. In addition, acid rain and red rain have corroded the land, and there are not many natural food products that can be grown at all.

But food is the most important thing for the people, and even interstellar humans still need to eat and drink to satisfy their appetites.

So in order to solve the food crisis, scientists use chemical elements to synthesize food.

Although it has certain nutrients, the taste is predictably bad. Coupled with the poor water and soil, the seeds lose their original taste from generation to generation. Nowadays, even natural food is not as delicious as before.

Therefore, pure farmers like Ai Moye have become the most popular.

(End of this chapter)