Chapter 184: Chapter 185 Lord of Blue Star
Fu Yunhe put away the loudspeaker and went to the small kitchen with Nian Shutong, as usual, to eat with Rubble and Ha Ha, the four of them together.
But just as they had taken a few bites, a round little head appeared beside the dining table.
“Uncle, Auntie, can Dou Dou eat with you?”
“Dou Dou has money oh.”
After saying that, Dou Dou’s little hand slamd authoritatively down on the table with a “Ding-dong” chi, drawing the gazes of the four people at the table.
The familiar shape, the familiar energy, the familiar color.
Crystal Stone.
Nian Shutong picked up the Crystal Stone curiously. It was indeed the sa as the real ones in the interstellar space, just as the system had given.
She then put the Crystal Stone back down and pushed it toward Dou Dou, “You can eat, but put the Crystal Stone away.”
With a wrinkled little stead bun face, Dou Dou looked at her mom behind her, then at Nian Shutong.
Hmm… The pretty auntie seems a little more intimidating. Better put it away.
Dou Dou put away the Crystal Stone and pulled her mom over to sit down for the al.
And Ji Sisi, who had been standing the whole ti, her eyes never left Rubble. Countless formulas ran through her mind as she completely blocked out the outside world.
“Auntie, my mom is doing calculations. Once she finishes, she’ll be fine,” Dou Dou said like a grown-up, pulling Ji Sisi to sit down, and placed a bowl in her hands filled with rice and vegetables.
Ji Sisi didn’t look at the food, her eyes still fixed on Rubble, eating bite by bite, quite neatly at that.
The four at the table didn’t make a big fuss about it.
Rubble, the object of focus, felt nothing at all.
Ha Ha stayed head-down the entire ti, hungrily devouring the at.
Fu Yunhe didn’t know why but subconsciously kept his distance from Ji Sisi.
Nian Shutong, on the other hand, thought a little more.
She wondered how these two had survived? With such personalities, they must have their own ways to survive.
Even the tiny Dou Dou wasn’t overlooked by her.
Two more people had joined the dinner table.
Nian Shutong’s side ate quietly. Even Dou Dou and Ji Sisi didn’t express any surprise at the food, clearly a sign of wealthy people.
But on the other side, the more than three hundred others were dumbfounded.
After they arrived on Blue Star, Nian Shutong had been both gentle and tough, making most realize that this Planet Master was not simple at all.
However, most people ca with the mindset of working well to change their way of living, not looking for trouble.
But as the kitchen started cooking, most beca unsettled.
Would they be able to eat rice?
What does that stuff even taste like?
For their entire lives, these people had never tasted such foods.
When they got their food, their hands trembled instinctively before they restrained themselves. They couldn’t spill it—this was Star Coin!
This one al cost several tis more than they had saved in Star Coins over the years.
As these people sat down in batches and tasted the steaming white rice, they learned what the fragrance of rice was like.
A bite of bok choy with tofu was already a heavenly delight.
But when they tasted the potato chicken cubes and the fish, it was as if their souls left their bodies, so delicious it made their souls tremble.
This one al instilled fear and respect in many.
Fear for the person who could casually provide so much food must be formidable.
Respect for the person willing to treat them to these dishes, for their grand hospitality.
By the ti the al was over, it was already past noon.
After eating, everyone got moving energetically.
On one side of the stream, a line of people squatted along the bank, washing dishes, and all the plates were so clean they could almost serve as mirrors, not a scrap of food residue or leftovers in sight.
So continued building houses, while others followed Ha Ha to clear new land.
Nian Shutong, with the three mbers of the Wang family, continued the harvest. They planned to finish harvesting rice and wheat that day.
After that, they would tidy up and plant another round.
The place where Nian Shutong was now was sowhat hot. Moreover, with the special seeds and fertilizers produced by the system, she could manage to yield eight or even ten harvests a year.
This ti, Nian Shutong planned to buy seedlings directly instead of growing them herself to save ti.
The workforce was in place, and it was ti to expand the scale of planting.
By the ti the sun set behind the mountains, the area in front of the small wooden house had transford.
A few dozen ters uphill from the stream, there stood rows of neat wooden houses, each leaving space in front and behind as specified by Nian Shutong.
In the future, these spaces would have fences around them, and in these spaces, Nian Shutong intended to have everyone plant so vegetables.
She couldn’t possibly manage the food and drink issues of hundreds of people indefinitely.
Behind these new houses, a few dozen ters away, was Rubble’s workshop. At the mont, wooden planks and Rubble’s newly made machines were arrayed all around the workshop.
Looking to the right, there were the greenhouses, Ha Ha and Rubble’s houses, the Wang brothers’ houses, and Wang Fu’s house. Closest to them, just a little lower, was Ji Sisi’s house.
Between Ji Sisi’s house and the small wooden house lay a large kitchen and rows of rectangular tables.
If, in the future, there was no longer a need to eat together, Nian Shutong intended to turn this open space into a garden or pavilion of so sort.
And at the center of it all was the small wooden house.
To the right of the small wooden house was still the kitchen. At the back was where they sun-dried sauces and made tofu, with so grain storage sheds farther away.
There was a large area over here, and furthermore, Nian Shutong was preparing to leave space across the other side of the stream as well, to accommodate future population growth or if she needed to build sothing else.
In the evening, Zhang Hui led a group of won to make big buns.
The white, plump buns stead out of the pot batch after batch, which was a delightful sight.
Everyone got several buns. Those who ate more had five or six, and even those who ate less had two.
The group of people held their buns and ate happily.
How long had it been since they had a al so peacefully.
Living on the trash star, they had to scavenge daily to get by. If they were late, they would miss out and go hungry.
But now, things were different. As long as one was willing to work and the Boss was satisfied, they could eat as many buns as they wished.
It was a life they wouldn’t even dare to dream of, because their experiences made them cautious, never daring to indulge or enjoy such luxury, even in their dreams.
After the al of buns, Nian Shutong didn’t insist on making everyone work. Instead, she took the Wang family, the robots, and Ha Ha, along with others who helped build the houses.
People would always need a place to sleep.
“Everyone work hard, rest well after you’re done, and then continue working tomorrow.”
Nian Shutong herself single-handedly carried a super-large wooden board, intended for the roof, tossed it casually, and the roof was in place.
At that mont, there were several other agile and nimble people on top of the houses, holding spray guns and waterproofing the roofs.
They worked until almost ten o’clock, and all the houses were fully installed.
Each household had its lights on.
Their lamps didn’t need electrical wires, just a place to be set up properly. One battery pack would last for several years—truly interstellar black technology.
Standing in front of the small wooden house, Nian Shutong looked at the lit-up lamps and exclaid, “Things have changed.”
“Do you feel like a Planet Master now?”
Nian Shutong smiled serenely, her bright eyes twinkling against the backdrop of those starlight lamps.
“The beauty is right.”
She, the Lord of Blue Star, was no longer just a title.
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