NFBE Chapter 212 Interstellar Wilderness Star Farmer 23
Chapter 212 Interstellar Wilderness Star Farmer 23
Ji Xiaosong turned the camera to the holographic projection of the green mountains floating behind her, her hair still covered in morning dew.
"Today I'm going to sell everything edible in this mountain range. Is everyone ready?"
This time, Ji Xiaosong's live stream not only gained even more popularity than before, but also attracted the attention of many research institutes.
She had originally planned to keep the main star out of contact, but later discovered that Dai Lixing had actually implemented some policies of shared power.
Since that's the case, she no longer needs to worry about her things being controlled and unable to be given to those who truly need them.
If researchers can figure out why these things are non-toxic, that would be a great achievement.
"This time, our pricing remains the same as before: one peach costs 3 Star Coins, and ten peaches make a basket, so the price is 30 Star Coins when you place your order. The prices of other items are also listed on the link, and most of them remain unchanged."
As soon as those words were spoken, a flood of comments poured in.
"3 star coins for a peach? Is this price even real? Peaches in the main star supermarket cost 30 star coins and even have radiation levels!!"
"Research institutes, hurry up and copy this homework about 'The streamer I follow suddenly becoming the savior of humanity'!"
"I suggest turning on the anti-flash sale plugin before posting the link. Last time I tried to buy something, my stylus sparked from poking it."
"What about the toxin-free certification? If I eat it, will I be able to perform a monkey evolution on the spot?"
"The streamer had already tested it with a testing device, and all the ones we bought had also been tested. They are indeed truly toxin-free."
"This botany graduate student is ecstatic! Streamer, are you considering opening up on-site sampling? I'll bring my own nutrient solution as a ticket."
"I was moved to tears when I saw the price! This is the right way to experience 'Interstellar Farming Novels Come True'!"
"Just captured a holographic projection of a blueberry bush! I've already set up 30 devices to monitor the pre-sale link."
"I suggest creating a special auction item for research institutes: 'Morning Dew Like That Used by Anchors,' which would definitely be enough to publish ten articles in core journals."
"I saw the toxin-free DNA move! I suggest we collaborate with the neighboring Zerg food section to do a cross-dimensional mukbang."
"This logistics robot is reminding you: Is the livestreamer's warehouse ready to receive orders? My energy tank is full!"
Just like before, everything in the entire mountain range was sold out in just one morning.
After finishing work, Ji Xiaosong decided to livestream herself cooking.
Many people only know the name of the products they sell, but they don't know how to make them.
After all, almost everything you eat in interstellar space is poisonous, so over time, no one wanted to try it anymore.
They'd rather drink a nutrient solution that only keeps them alive than gamble with their lives.
"Everyone, we've sold out for today. Thank you all for your support. For the next few days, I won't be selling anything; I'll just be doing live streams on how to cook."
After turning off the live stream, Ji Xiaosong went to the riverbank and found a big goose. Today, she would make stewed goose in an iron pot.
Meanwhile, the number of viewers in Ji Xiaosong's live stream room is increasing, with highly intelligent beings of different races flocking into the live stream room just to watch Ji Xiaosong's live stream content.
The largest scientific research institute and agricultural college on the main star bought the items sold by Ji Xiaosong. Although the quantity was not large, it was enough for research.
At this moment, in the ultra-clean laboratory of the Academy of Sciences of the main planet, a young researcher wearing protective clothing put the last peach sample into the molecular resonance instrument, and the holographic screen suddenly burst out with a blinding green.
That's the "absolutely pollution-free" label defined by the Federation of Interstellar Nations.
"Radiation level 0? Toxin level 0 too? Is this machine broken?!"
She slapped the emergency verification button, nearly knocking over the blueberry juice in the hand of the old professor at the next table.
Three minutes later, everyone in the lab crowded in front of the equipment.
"The plant cell wall structure was intact, and no traces of gene tampering were detected."
"The activity of the soil symbiotic microbiota is 700 times that of the main star farm!"
"This is unbelievable! These crops even have their own anti-radiation enzymes!"
The white-haired chief professor suddenly removed his goggles, revealing his red-rimmed eyes:
"Quickly notify the agricultural college... no, apply for a starship! This is Noah's Ark that can end the Great Famine!"
Meanwhile, in the underground gene bank of the main planet's agricultural university, the dean of the agricultural college stared at the tomato seedlings growing wildly in the cultivation chamber. They were flowering and bearing fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the main planet's tomatoes in the control group had just withered their third leaf.
"Photosynthetic efficiency exceeds conventional data by 82%..."
His prosthetic eye was hissing and smoking from data overload. "What have these seeds been through?"
"Director! The Academy of Sciences just shared a data package!"
The moment the teaching assistant burst open the door, the holographic projection exploded in the air, revealing layers of genetic code maps.
In the silence, someone said in a trembling voice, "The genetic sequences of these crops... are exactly the same as the original species in the archives of the ancient Blue Star."
The dean whirled around, his alloy fingers leaving five fingerprints on the lab table: "Activate the S-level contingency plan immediately! Let those interstellar politicians see what the true spark of civilization is!"
After discussions between the College of Agriculture and the College of Science, it was decided to hold a joint meeting.
Two hours later, at the inter-academy joint meeting, the holographic projection of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, before it had even settled in, roared: "We must build a planetary-level protective shield! We absolutely cannot allow capitalist groups to get their hands on that mountain!"
Geneticists from the agricultural college bombarded the public channel with data: "Look at these mutant resistances! If we promote their cultivation, all the colony planets in the radiation zone can be turned into granaries!"
Suddenly, an intern timidly raised his hand: "Um... in the live stream of the stewed goose, it seems like the crops were planted in ordinary wild fields?"
Thirty top scientists were collectively frozen in place.
The old professor trembled as he clicked on the live stream replay. In the video, Ji Xiaosong casually threw a peach pit into the muddy ground by the stream, and tender shoots sprouted there the next day.
"Naturally grown?!"
The dean of the agricultural college slammed his robotic arm through the table with a bang. "Quickly book the next interstellar train! Wait, first, give the streamer a hundred deep-space warships as a reward. Wait, why isn't the reward function enabled in her live stream?!"
The dean's assistant gave an awkward laugh: "We don't even know which star the anchor is on, how are we supposed to find them?"
The dean of the College of Agriculture was taken aback, and said to the people from the Academy of Sciences, "Think of a way."
The Academy of Sciences of the main planet immediately contacted the emergency command center.
"Where's the signal tracing team? Dig up the underlying code of the StarNet live streaming platform!"
The chief professor ripped open the collar of his protective suit, and a holographic keyboard exploded with afterimages at his fingertips.
"Using intergalactic jump base stations for triangulation, even the angle of the reflection in the stream during her live stream could be used as coordinate parameters!"
A crisp "ding" suddenly came from the corner, and the archaeologist holding the ancient blue planet pottery jar looked up timidly:
"Perhaps...we can use this?"
He brandished the 21st-century smartphone he'd just borrowed from the museum. "The streamer always takes a nine-grid photo before cooking and posts it on social media. This ancient civilization's social networking feature, called 'Moments,' might even record geotags..."