Chapter 39 1980 Struggle (3)

After Zhu Jiayi figured out the relationship, she checked her own space with a little excitement.

In the last mission, she took out one or two blessings to expand the space every day. Now the grid space of 120 cubic meters is based on this. There are [-] square meters for planting, one square meter for water, and the rest can be separated Storage or combined storage.

However, the materials she had accumulated before and several barrels of meteorites were all formatted.

Only the bright sunshine and thick fog suitable for planting are left.

Sixteen square meters is not big, but the ratio of flow rate between the space and the outside world is three to one, and there is no difference between day and night, and the nutrition is sufficient. She conservatively estimated that the growth rate of plants in the space is more than ten times faster than the outside world!
In other words, [-] square meters is equivalent to a [-]-cent vegetable plot, which can fully meet the vegetable needs of their whole family.

With space as a cheating tool and her own abilities, she should not have to worry about turning over for the original owner and becoming a master in 1980.

Zhu Jiayi cast her eyes on the one-square-meter almost milky-white pool, which is like a hot spring, constantly breathing out mist, filling the entire planting space.The air is filled with the unique sweetness of meteorites!

She couldn't help but take advantage of Ying Ziyu's head buried in the empty matchbox, put her fingers into her mouth, and gulped a few mouthfuls of spring water.With a warm and soft feeling, the water wiped away the limpness in her body like a feather.

Zhu Jiayi felt much more relaxed, as if An Shuang could fly with her wings.

"Sister, why are you up?" Suddenly there were more hands on the table to share the tasks for her. Ying Ziyu was taken aback, and said quickly: "You are too sick this time, go to bed and lie down quickly. Can't come down for two days!"

"I'm fine, it's just a common cold." Inheriting the original owner's memory, Zhu Jiayi also inherited the original owner's finger-flying skills of the paper box.Without raising her head, she said with a smile: "Besides, I'm not tired now just sitting and pasting paper boxes."

"Then, sister, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me in advance, don't make a minor illness into a serious one," Ying Ziyu instructed earnestly with a serious face.

"Okay, okay, little housekeeper!" Zhu Jiayi nodded helplessly.

Pasting matchboxes is the big guy's favorite odd job. The working hours are flexible, suitable for all ages, and the demand is high, so you don't have to worry about not having work.

1 matchboxes can get three yuan. The original owner and Ying Ziyu almost sit here and do nothing but sleep, cook, and wash clothes every day.The task of 12 yuan can be completed in about a week, and an income of [-] yuan can be generated for the family every month!
However, the original owner kept saving four yuan every month, and now there are 80 yuan in the small treasury, all of which have been collected by Zhu Jiayi in the space.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually receded, Ying Ziyu cleaned up the things on the table, washed his hands, rubbed his dry eyes, and started to cook in the corridor outside.

She boiled a pot of brown rice porridge and cut a plate of pickles.

Shi Pingyang was the first to go home, and there were a series of voices greeting his neighbors in the corridor.

His footsteps were more eager than usual, and he rarely carried a couple of fat and lean pork in his hands, and his stooped, not-so-hard body blocked the last ray of light.

Zhu Jiayi has long adapted to the darkness in the room, and she can clearly see the marks of time on his face and the genuine concern in those eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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