Survival on Mars Live

Chapter 18 Hello, Life

"I'll go, the highest level!" Chen Mulin couldn't help but curse.

According to Xuannv, this scanning instrument was originally available at the third-level authority, but now it has been upgraded to the highest level. I also specially reminded that this instrument is related to the highest mystery of Mars. Doesn’t this indirectly mean that Mars really has life? ?

After a little stroking, it seems very reasonable, and this conjecture must be correct.

In this way, if I don't express my conjecture and use the equipment directly when the third-level authority can use it, wouldn't I be able to discover the Martians in advance?
Chen Mulin is very regretful now, what a good opportunity, it just went away.

He smiled bitterly and said to the water friends: "Brothers, what do you think, I feel that I have lost a hundred million!"

[Barrage: I also feel that I have lost [-] million. I have never seen an alien since I grew up! 】

[Barrage: You can't wait any longer, anchor, give the props team some time? 】

[Barrage: The props team is working overtime, the anchor wait, it will be ready soon, on behalf of all the staff of the props team, hereby guarantee! 】

[Barrage: Then, comrades from the props team, are the props expensive?Give me a set! 】

[Barrage: Come on, return the props, wouldn't it be nice to invite actors? 】

……

"Okay, since you're all talking about props, there's nothing to talk about!" Chen Mulin was also very helpless, this has been broadcast live for a week, and people don't believe in such realistic things, no matter how you explain it, it's useless.

"Okay, then let's change the topic and talk about your thoughts." For a while, Chen Mulin didn't know what to say, so he had to make a bad plan, otherwise the author didn't know how to get underwater.

[Barrage: Anchor, I believe you are on Mars! 】

A barrage, which moved Chen Mulin.

I want to cry, but someone actually believes it.

"Brother, you are a sensible person!"

[Barrage: Since you are on Mars, the anchor, then, in the Martian movie, during Damon's last journey, he didn't have a toilet and was wearing a spacesuit. How did he shit for more than 100 days? 】

Chen Mulin fell down on the spot. He held his forehead and was very helpless: "Brother, can you change the subject?"

What the hell is that question, how does he know how Damon shits?It's just a movie, do you need to be so concerned?
Sure enough, it is still too underestimated the ability of Chinese people to find fault.

[Barrage: No! 】

Chen Mulin originally wanted to refuse to answer, but now it is full of bullet screens interested in this topic. As a newcomer anchor, it is not easy for him to refuse the water friends, so he can only analyze blindly.

"Well, I don't know the specific anchor. I think he should have pulled it in his crotch, that is, in his space suit."

[Barrage: Can a space suit hold more than 100 days of shit? 】

[Barrage: That’s really cool. 】

[Bullet screen: The host is so badass! 】

……

"That curser, don't get excited."

Chen Mulin spread his hands helplessly: "I'm not Damon, how do I know how he shits, just make a joke and entertain the atmosphere!"

[Barrage: In fact, the anchor can try it! 】

[Bullet chat: This is a good suggestion, waiting for the answer online. 】

Chen Mulin resolutely refused: "Don't, I don't have the technology to modify the rover, it's fatal!"

[Barrage: Don't act, turn off the live broadcast at the critical moment, just find a mountain top, anyway, there is no fine for shitting in the Gobi Desert. 】

[Barrage: This is the truth! 】

[Barrage: What kind of experience is live shitting? 】

[Barrage: What's the matter, yesterday there was another person who said he was going to broadcast live and eat shit! 】

[Barrage: Tasteful live broadcast. 】

……

Looking at these barrages, Chen Mulin was speechless. There was no way to talk about this topic. It was always about shit. This is a live broadcast of Mars Survival, not a food broadcast.

Speaking of survival, I don't know what happened to the potatoes that were planted. I didn't go to see them this morning, and I don't know if they have germinated.

Potatoes are the same as ordinary beans and rice. As long as they are wet, they are very easy to germinate. Usually, they can grow a few centimeters of sprouts in a few days. Now it is the fourth day of planting. If the potatoes can survive, then they should also grow sprouts now. It's coming, but I don't know if it hasn't broken ground yet.

Thinking about it, Chen Mulin said hello to the water friends: "Brothers, let's stop talking about the smell of shit."

"Today is the fourth day of potato planting. Now I will take you to see the progress of the Martian potato growth and see if it has germinated!"

[Bullet screen: Whether it will germinate or grow, it depends on whether the anchor's shit is nutritious or not! 】

[Barrage: Shit, it’s still a problem of shit! 】

[Barrage: Wake up, anchor, your life is inseparable from shit! 】

……

A black line appeared on Chen Mulin's forehead, saying that potatoes can talk about shit, I really admire these water friends, their heads are full of shit, how tiring life must be!

Helpless, without refuting them, he buried his head and walked directly to the cabin where the potatoes were planted.

[Barrage: The anchor, don't leave, let's fight another [-] rounds! 】……

Entering the cabin where the potatoes are grown, at a glance, the film is covered with water vapor, and countless small water droplets have condensed.

Opening the curtain and walking in, one can vaguely feel the humidity in the air.

Because it is completely sealed, the water vapor evaporated from the sand cannot escape. Over time, it will adhere to the film and eventually form water droplets.

The drops of water slide down and back into the sand with artificial gravity, and so on, until they are completely absorbed by the potatoes.

It can be said that as long as it is watered once, the sandy soil can be kept moist for a long time.

Chen Mulin squatted down, trying to dig up the sand to see if the potatoes had sprouted.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught a glimpse of something not far away from the corner of his eye.

Chen Mulin murmured: "What is that?"

Walking over curiously, I found that it turned out to be a two-centimeter seedling.

sprouted!
Chen Mulin frowned with joy, and quickly pointed the camera at the seedlings to share his joy.

"Look, the potatoes planted four days ago have sprouted!"

Following Damon's example, Chen Mulin reached out and touched the extremely fragile seedling.

"Hello, life!"

[Barrage: Hello, anchor! 】

[Barrage: Hello, Martian! 】

[Barrage: Hello, chicken ass! 】

[Barrage: Hello, Sandstorm! 】

[Barrage: I just like to see the anchor look retarded. 】

[Barrage: Surprise!A certain anchor has successfully grown potatoes in a certain Gobi desert, which will be a great progress in agricultural development! 】

Chen Mulin nodded and said, "That's right, this will be one small step for the development of agriculture on Mars, one giant leap for mankind!"

"The same sentence, this moment will be recorded in history!"

This can indeed be recorded in the annals of history, but it is a pity that no one will believe that this is Mars. What Chen Mulin did can only be a blank page in history.

Maybe many years later, people will only remember that once upon a time, a person simulated Mars in a certain Gobi Desert and made a live broadcast.

(End of this chapter)