Chapter 38 Soilless Cultivation
The woman with a strong accent called out Lind.

He pushed open the door, looked at the two panting undead men, and also saw what they were carrying.

The iron-thorn vine, like a gourd vine, is tied with a bunch of thumb-sized tubers, some of which look like potatoes and are covered with thick black mud.

Just now he said that he had no food, but he didn't expect that the immortals would bring him a surprise in the blink of an eye. He really deserves to be his traveling frog.

The other undeads must be working hard as well.

"Well done, Immortals. With your help, Star Dragon Sentry will have more confidence to survive the cold winter."

As Lind spoke, the aroma of broth on his body drifted to the other side.

The female undead sniffed slightly and kept her eyes on him.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone estimate the weight and pay you right away." He thought the other party wanted to get paid immediately.

Soldiers have already arrived, but the weight of the vines certainly doesn’t count, only the weight of the fruit.

This job does not need to be done by the NPCs of Star Dragon Outpost, you need to deal with the undead yourself.

Rand coins are not that easy to get.

...Gurgle.

The stomach growling was very abrupt.

Linde: "..."

A moment of silence.

"Would you like a bowl of broth?" he invited.

"Is it okay?" This time it was not the female undead who answered, but the male undead next to her.

"Of course, you are also a member of Star Dragon Sentry." Lind smiled and nodded: "I said that Star Dragon Sentry welcomes undeads who want to save the world, and will provide all the help I can!"

The male immortal quickly said, "My Lord, I am Ace Aimu, and I am willing to burn myself for Star Dragon Sentry to save the world, even if it means throwing myself into the fire! Thank you for your generosity!"

The female undead at the side glanced at her companion in confusion, asking with her eyes: Didn't you tell us not to eat casually? Why are you so proactive?

Ace looked back with admiration: Yes, it’s just as you thought, we really succeeded.

The female immortal's eyes were shocked: So, you also want to try the broth, right? No matter how you eat it, it won't be a burden.

Ace Aimu smiled: Yes, this should be an important part of the chain task. Finally, it’s time for my favorite farming part.

Looking at the two undead men staring at each other and sending secret signals with their brows, Lind couldn't help but wonder, shouldn't they be able to chat privately? Why did they use this method to communicate?

“I’m a romantic glutton.” The undead woman, who had confirmed her companion’s thoughts, finally came back to her senses and said, “Thank you very much. I…”

Gululu.

The stomach learned to answer quickly.

"Romantic glutton, Ace loves you" Lind nodded: "Nice to meet you."

The recovered grain weighed just over 10 pounds, and Lind readily paid them in Rand gold coins.

This amount of food is not important, but as long as the undead can continue to bring back food, the survival pressure of Star Dragon Outpost will be greatly reduced.

It turns out that it is more realistic to think of undead players as traveling frogs than as puppets who will obediently complete tasks.

They always bring surprises.

Ace Adore and Romantic Eater follow Lind into the cabin.

He and Romantic Eater originally went to the scavenger's nest with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but unexpectedly they actually found mutated food.

Thanks to the players' built-in "at-a-glance" panel ability, they can tell which ones are food.

The aroma of meat filled the cabin.

The soldier who manages the weapon store, the veteran who manages the recycling point, the mysterious old nun who always stares, and others are sitting around... It seems that this game really arranges for the NPCs to be alive, rather than disappearing after leaving the player's sight.

For most players, the only building open to the public in Star Dragon Outpost is the small shabby house built by Ai Baisi and a few others, which is used for logging in and out.

No one can enter the NPC's house.

"I actually ran into an NPC eating!" Ace Aimu became more confident about the chain tasks. This kind of "performance" obviously had an important plot.

"Old Pete, serve them some broth," Lind ordered.

Old Pete started shaking the spoon when he heard this.

The romantic glutton, whose stomach had been growling for a long time, was green with envy. The sight of the aunt serving food came to them, and they could not help but complain in their hearts that the game producer had such a bad taste.

Fortunately, there were still two pieces of meat in my soup bowl.

Ace Aimu was in no hurry to eat. He only took a look at the broth and confirmed that it had no special benefits before he took the initiative to start a conversation: "My Lord, those food items were brought back from the scavenger's nest."

"Hululu--"

"The Disaster Shadow Area is very suitable for growing some plants..."

"Slurp, snore, snore..."

"Gudong, Hululu——"

Ace stopped loving helplessly and turned to look at the romantic glutton who had buried his whole face in the bowl and was eating seriously.

He really didn't understand. In the real world, there were all kinds of delicious food. Even if one was too lazy to go out, one could still satisfy his appetite by ordering takeout.

On the contrary, the food at Star Dragon Outpost was very bland. He just tasted it and added a little salt.

The meat was tough and sour, to the point where I wouldn’t even starve to death to eat it.

The romantic glutton also noticed his gaze, put down the bowl he had licked clean, and gave a thumbs up.

Eye contact signals: You think it’s great, too, right?

She is almost obsessed with losing weight. Her work requires her to maintain her weight, and she happens to gain weight very easily, so she doesn't even dare to add sauce to her salad.

I dare not drink water when I am hungry at night because I will get edema the next day.

The broth with just a little salt doesn't taste good? It's a good thing to be able to eat broth without worrying about getting fat.

Ace Aimu suddenly felt that there might be something wrong with the eye contact between him and the Romantic Eater just now. Could it be that the other party really came in to eat?

"Can I have another bowl?" The romantic glutton handed over the bowl with a smile.

Chef Pete is online again.

Ace Aimu forced himself to ignore the way she was eating and said, "My Lord, maybe we can try to grow our own crops to solve the problem of food shortage."

Collecting food and exchanging it for gold coins is very important for other players, but for Ace Aimu who is keen on "farming", he just wants to get official support for farming, and they should open the farming part as soon as possible.

"It's hard to grow edible food on this land," Lind said.

If he could really grow his own food, he certainly wouldn't refuse.

The truth is that food cannot survive if buried in the soil, and mutated food is not inedible, but the sacrifice made by digging for food in the disaster shadow area is far greater than the gain.

"I have a question," Ace Aimu asked, "I saw the soil in the vegetable garden sprouted. Were the potatoes planted in the ground after they sprouted, or did they sprout after they were planted in the ground?"

"After germination," Lind replied.

"That is to say, there must be something wrong with the soil." Ace Aimu was a little excited: "Sir, if I can grow food without using soil...uh"

He suddenly stopped because it was so real that he subconsciously forgot that this was a game. The logic followed by games and the real world was different.

Lind immediately understood Ace's thoughts.

Soilless cultivation.

It’s a great idea, but it’s hard to realize.

But if it really succeeds, maybe we can really eat food that is free of curses and pollution.

He is not worried about mutation caused by excessive consumption. It is nonsense to talk about toxicity without considering the dosage. If you don't eat the mutated food for more than ten years, you are not qualified to mutate. But before that, you may starve to death.

"Oh? Do you have a solution?" Lind expressed his doubts at the right time.

"Are there any beans?" Ace Aimu wanted to try out the rules of this game world first.

"Have."

"If bean sprouts can really be grown from beans, it means that soilless cultivation is feasible." Ace Aimu didn't mind the NPC hearing him talking. The technology was too difficult and the NPC couldn't copy it at all.

He also felt that the NPC couldn't understand at all, and these words were meant for the romantic good-for-nothing next to him.

But when he noticed that all the NPCs were looking at him, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

The game is so realistic, and being watched by others is very stressful.

If it is really feasible, he will also have to collect information offline.

Moreover, in this end-of-the-Middle Ages context, soilless cultivation technology had to start from scratch.

"There is no plastic either. I have to refine it from scratch. Should I look for oil? I suddenly miss MC's workbench." He just sighed. He was not sure to what extent the game could support it.

Moreover, this is a magical world, and playing it with a completely scientific approach would lose its characteristics.

Soilless cultivation is just a guess, or a newly born brain product.

Ace Aimu then expressed his second idea, which was also his original plan: "My Lord, perhaps we can try to plant mutant grain seeds in the Disaster Shadow Area. The scavenger's nest is a good farmland."

Lind raised his eyebrows: "You have a good idea! Then Ace is in love, romantic glutton..."

"Hmm" The romantic glutton who was eating heard the voice calling him and looked up in confusion: "Here!"

"Go collect information about mutant seeds and solve the problem of food shortage in the territory. If you can solve this problem, maybe you can rent a piece of land to farm, and the food you grow can be recycled in the future."

Ace's eyes lit up: "It will definitely be accomplished!"

The farming system is open, right in front of you!

(End of this chapter)