NFBE Chapter 238 [Empire] Wheat Seeds
Chapter 238 [Empire] Wheat Seeds
I also left the villa and set off on this road. As my feet stepped onto the road covered with lavender mist and snowflakes, a wonderful feeling came over me.
The ground beneath my feet was damp, and the snowflakes sank slightly under my shoes, making a soft crunching sound. I walked slowly forward, a lavender mist swirling around me.
Everything around me became blurry, with only a faint halo flickering in the mist. I couldn't see the road ahead clearly.
A chilly wind blew, stirring the mist slightly, bringing a touch of coolness. I tightened my collar and couldn't help but retract my hands, which were exposed outside my sleeves.
A feeling of solitude and freedom where I can wander as I please and lose myself in my own thoughts.
We soon arrived at school. Today's class was continuing with plant cultivation. When I walked into the classroom and saw the wheat plants lying in the technologically advanced nutrient soil, I couldn't help but feel mixed emotions and a sense of disgust.
I still vividly remember the doubts I felt when I planted the wheat yesterday. I wonder if the wheat has changed at all after a night of planting. The atmosphere in the classroom seems a little different from usual. The students are all gathered around their plants, discussing quietly.
However, not a single one sprouted. Looking at the seeds that were motionless, I didn't know what to feel.
Is this a blessing in disguise? I couldn't help but wonder. At least nothing weird has grown out of it.
However, this is only temporary comfort. We still face the task of cultivating plants and finding a way to get seeds to germinate. At least for now.
The teacher was also very casual, giving us a bunch of information to study on our own. Looking at the information package on the computer, I felt a deep sense of malice.
When I opened the information package, I was overwhelmed by all sorts of complex terms and diagrams. The professional knowledge was so overwhelming that I didn't know where to start.
In this interstellar age, the pressure of studying seems to have become greater.
Faced with that daunting pile of information and seeds that showed no signs of germination, I suddenly felt that I didn't particularly want to grow wheat.
However, other students are not like this. Perhaps it is the stubbornness of poor students, or perhaps wheat is really too precious.
Looking at the focused and determined expressions of my classmates around me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions. Successfully cultivating wheat might mean better living conditions and future opportunities for them. They were unwilling to give up easily.
But I feel that on the agricultural planet, growing crops does not require as much thought and effort as here.
And these fancy technologies and planting techniques seem like a joke.
My classmates were still studying hard, but I was just staring blankly at the liquid soil.
The liquid soil in my hand slowly flowed as I stirred it, but I didn't think I should trust it.
I closed my eyes and quietly felt the seeds, trying to establish a connection with these ungerminated seeds.
I imagined them sleeping in the dark soil, and seemed to hear their faint breathing.
Yet, it seemed like nothing was happening. A sense of loss welled up in my heart. I had hoped to gain some enlightenment from this "communication" with the seed, or at least sense some sign of life, but the reality was so dull. I couldn't quite understand my actions.
I opened my eyes, looked at the still motionless seeds and liquid nutrient soil, and sighed helplessly. Perhaps I was too naive, always having some strange fantasies.