Cub's Small Vegetable Garden [Interstellar]

After lunch, Jiang Li took Wayne's basket and went to Wayne's house.

Wayne's father was weaving fishing nets in the living room. When he saw Jiang Li, he said happily, "Little Li is here. I heard from Wayne that you are going to the main planet to go to school? This is really a happy event."

People in the small town of Corlis have been planting for generations. After many people have completed 12 years of compulsory education on Xingwang, they will no longer go to specialized schools for further education.

Every cub will go to the main city to test their talents when they are young. Most of the children are very ordinary, they do not have the affinity for plants, and their mental power is also average. They are destined not to be a planter or pilot a mech.

In all schools, there are four major departments: Plant Department, Mecha Department, Combat Department and Mechanics Department.

It goes without saying that the plant department is the gathering place for students with plant affinity, the mecha department is the venue for students with D-level and above spiritual power, the combat department is the home field of supernatural beings, and the mechanical department is the student's home. A department with the largest number.

If you don't have plant affinity, have a low level of mental power, and are not supernatural beings, if you want to continue studying, then you can only go to the Department of Mechanical Engineering.

After graduation, you may become a mech maker, a mechanic, an architect, or a construction worker.

Most of the children in the small town of Corlis will inherit their father's business and choose to farm at home after completing 12 years of compulsory education.

Jiang Li glanced at Wayne who was blinking at him, scratched his head in embarrassment, and replied: "Well, I will go to school on the main star the day after tomorrow, thank you for taking care of me during this time, I I'll miss you when I get there."

Wayne's father laughed, patted Jiang Li on the shoulder, and said: "When you get there, study hard and bring glory to our town. Lord Yier will bless you."

Jiang Li stayed at Wayne's house for a long time, and when he got home, it was already evening.

He habitually walked to the backyard to visit his plants.

After Jiang Li's careful care in the past few days, the Phoenix from the fire gradually recovered and regained its vitality.

Although it has not fully recovered, the leaves that were already withered and yellow at the edges have become moist again.

After Kate Clarence went back, she sent Jiang Li a lot of items for cultivating plants, which undoubtedly helped Jiang Li a lot.

Jiang Li stroked the leaves of the burning phoenix, watching it get better day by day, the worry in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he became happy again.

There's just one thing that he hasn't figured out until now. When he woke up Wen Yu, he was obviously able to communicate with it. Why couldn't he communicate with Wen Yu after Wen Yu's shell broke?

After Jiang Li checked Wen Yu, he came to the land where Little Lucky was buried again.

He squatted there, staring blankly at the flat land, and suddenly remembered what his grandfather had said to him when he saw him.

Lucky Seed is a fetish that can break through time and space and connect Yin and Yang.

Grandpa said that he calculated his position based on the message left by the lucky seed, and then found himself.

Could it be that it was because the Lucky Seed sent a message to Grandpa that Little Lucky never woke up?

Jiang Li's heart suddenly began to feel uneasy, will Little Lucky wake up?

"Little lucky, you have to work hard to break the shell, I will always wait for you, come on."

Under the starry sky, the bright moonlight filled every corner of the green plant garden.

Fat Chrysanthemum, Xing Xinglan, Wisteria, Sunflower and Mimosa all stayed quietly in their small pit without speaking.

They can understand their master's mood, and look forward to the day when Little Lucky wakes up.

"I came from the mountains, brought lucky seedlings, buried them in the small garden, and hoped that they would grow well. I watched them three times a day, full of joy and sorrow, and hoped that they would be happy and that their branches and leaves would flourish..."

The singing is soft and ethereal, with a little childishness, entrusting the singer's full expectations and worries.

While floating away from the small garden, it penetrated the soil, came to the side of the sleeping seed, and came to its ear.