Although this novel is bloody, the world setting is in line with the basic logic of interstellar novels.
After the broadcast ended that day, Fang Qingnuan ate dinner and checked the samples sent by her "Scissorhands Assistant". The promotion did not seem to be false advertising. AI in this era is indeed efficient. Even the live broadcast that just ended was Cut it out.
After choosing his favorite vlog style and finalizing the copywriting content with the AI assistant, Fang Qingnuan became the hands-off shopkeeper, letting the assistant be responsible for publishing news and monitoring the popularity data of the account.
Although Zhaocai looked satisfied after eating, after Fang Qingnuan was worried that he was full and forcibly rubbed his belly for a while, the kitten grinned and ran to poop in the automatic cat litter box.
Fang Qingnuan resisted the urge to take a peek and decided to give the child some privacy. She nestled on the sofa and searched for related terms of "interstellar planting" and "imperial planting". She was still a little concerned about the discussion at the end of today's live broadcast.
Although this novel is bloody, the world setting is in line with the basic logic of interstellar novels.
In 3078, humans had already moved away from the uninhabitable solar system, and time and space jumped to the distant Alpha galaxy. This vast star field is currently divided between two forces: the empire, where the royal family has certain rights and governs jointly with the parliament; and the federation, which claims equality and freedom, but is actually governed by multiple city-states.
The two jointly restrict the "Three Ignores" star pirate forces in the edge galaxies, as well as the Zerg that have invaded the human leader star for years.
After thousands of years of reproduction and changes, some outstanding humans have awakened their spiritual talents, ranging from D level to SSS level, with SSS being the rarest and rarest.
Those with mental power talents are divided into combat, healing and life talents. The first two categories are basically used in frontline battlefields and have a lofty status in the hearts of the people. Those with life talents are more ordinary and can be regarded as useless among mental power users. .
But even if such people with spiritual talents in the direction of life can be passed down to this day, they still have their own value - they control agriculture.
During the Great Migration, human ancestors did their best to preserve the biological gene chains and seed information on the earth before the end of the world. However, agriculture was still greatly affected. The new humans only relied on the remaining farming documents to survive in the new land. When growing food crops, the harvest was dismal.
Because of this, it has become a development trend to use limited ingredients to produce nutritional solutions with high nutritional value and strong satiety. People sacrifice their appetite in exchange for the continuation of the race.
Until the possessors of spiritual power in the higher-level life direction accidentally discovered that after being catalyzed by their spiritual power, the seeds would have the ability to resist radiation and disease, and thus grow normally.
Even more gratifying is that production will increase significantly.
As a result, the royal family of the empire and the clan forces of the federation recruited all available talents under their command in just a few years, and agricultural products were completely monopolized by capitalists.
If it can be mass-produced, just cut a lot of leeks. The breeding ability of the low-level ones in the life direction is extremely poor and almost useless. The number of high-level ones is extremely unstable. In the past 50 years, there have not been a few S-class ones. Therefore, agriculturists can only copy the genetic fragments of high-level spiritual power users, simulate the breeding environment, and achieve unsatisfactory results.
Currently, despite the skyrocketing prices of natural food ingredients in the empire, it is still the most agriculturally developed among the three powers, which shows that agricultural development is stretched thin. This is also the reason why the First Military Academy of the Empire insists on retaining the School of Nutritional Science. In addition to housing dandy children, the academy will also select B-level and above life-oriented spiritual power holders for training, in the hope that they will make breakthroughs in mental power in the future and contribute to breeding. Contribute to the cause.
Fang Qingnuan's mood was a little complicated. She didn't agree with the author's setting. When a world divides people into three, six or nine levels based on their mental power, it is bound to have various problems.
Why is technology so advanced, but it is obsessed with replicating the abilities of high-level spiritual power users, instead of developing planting methods that are more suitable for this era?
She thought of an old man who passed away in her own time. He was obviously a great scientist with a distinguished status, but he always dressed up as a farmer, guarded his hybrid rice experimental field, and silently made contributions to the people of the world. He said that he dreamed that the rice grew as tall as sorghum, with ears as long as brooms, and grains as big as peanuts, while he and a few friends were sitting under the ears of rice to enjoy the cool air.
He left with the dream of "I only wish that everyone in the world would have food to eat", leaving behind a prosperous era when hybrid rice covered the world.
"Mi~oo!" The clean Zhaocai ran to her feet, pulled on the sofa and tried to climb up, interrupting Fang Qingnuan's thinking. Looking down, the kitten was stretching out its nails between its claws, preparing to scratch the annoying obstacles in front of it.
"You can't attract wealth!" Fang Qingnuan grabbed the soft flesh on the back of its neck and picked up the worried little guy. After placing it on the sofa, she held its face with both hands and rubbed it. Soul torture, "Isn't a kitten very good at jumping? Why are you always clumsy when climbing high? Is it stunted?"
Hughes snorted in displeasure, could he say he was weak?
After holding the kitten and masturbating for a while, Fang Qingnuan felt that she was resurrected with full blood. Since she felt that the world was unreasonable, she should live the way she liked. Anyway, she has nothing to do with the main plot, so she shouldn't be subject to any restrictions.
Just when she took out the cat teasing stick and waved it in front of Lucky for a few times, the system suddenly popped up a prompt, [You have a new message, please pay attention to check it. 】
After glancing at it, she immediately put down the toy in her hand. The sender is "unknown number".
[Your father heard about the change of major. He was very unhappy. I hope you will not forget your purpose of sneaking into the First Military Academy. ]
Fang Qingnuan tried to make calls and send messages, but her attempts failed due to the encryption settings of the other party.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, she read this message and the last one word for word several times, thinking that the person who sent the message should be the same person and someone who knew the original owner.
Combining the few words the other party revealed and the last large transfer that was suspected to be from him, they should be quite familiar with each other, familiar enough to pass messages for the original owner's father.
But, father?
Fang Qingnuan called up her admission information. Her memory was correct, the family members column was indeed blank, and next to the word "orphan" in the note, there was a stamp with the words "First Military Academy [Certification]" stamped on it.
Isn't the original owner an orphan?
She was able to successfully pass the review of the First Military Academy, which is known for its strict background, and is suspected of hiding her true strength in the mental test scores before admission. She also placed a "Mr. De'an" who she has not found yet as an internal agent in the school. Now, There is another "father" who feels very bossy...
"Am I a spy?" Fang Qingnuan dried up her brain cells and shuddered when she came to this conclusion.
What she didn't notice was that the kitten, who was tearing the feathers on the cat-teasing stick, immediately turned dark eyes after hearing her murmur, and looked at her for a long time.
