Mo Chuchen smiled and said nothing, and took his smart brain to an empty house. After two months of operation, his fruit shop initially had a considerable income, with a total of more than 20,000 circulating coins. This amount

Money in the interstellar is equivalent to the income of a low-income person in the interstellar, but if it is converted into gold, it can be directly equivalent to the income of the Zhao family in the past year.

With such a comparison, it is not so expensive for Mo Chuchen to give one tael of silver per person to people in Zhuangzi.

[Host, are we planting too much?] The small system is a little worried. Most of their fields are dedicated to growing expensive federal fruits, but the sales volume of the online store is not high. This kind of planting will only cause overcapacity.

When the small system has been handling inventory and packaging logistics for the past two months, although the workers are amazed by this conveyor, they are most worried about the inventory in the warehouse.

"No, whatever is left, if it can't be sold, it will be used as workers' welfare. Now I plan to register this planet as a farming planet. Well, by the way, I will also sell the pesticides." Mo Chuchen was in the store.

I have put my own insecticide on the shelves. This insecticide mainly deals with bugs, but it is also effective against ordinary insects.

Mo Chuchen did not specify that this thing could deal with the Zerg. He initially positioned this thing as an insecticide. Not only on the Star Network, but also in nearby fields and Zhao's grocery store, this kind of thing was sold at low prices.

This world has not yet developed insecticides, so Mo Chuchen's product is only bought and used by some doubtful people with the intention of losing money and watching the fun.

However, after it was discovered that it had miraculous effects on killing insects, this low-priced insecticide quickly became popular. Everyone in the pear country, whether they were farming or growing flowers and grass, had a hand on it. Some people even used it as a way to ward off evil spirits.

The things I used were scattered directly at the door.

After Mo Chuchen also listed insecticides for sale, he went through formal channels to apply for an agricultural planet for this planet.

Generally speaking, only agricultural planets will not be interfered by federal civilization, because this area is destined to be mainly farming from the moment you apply. Only a few people will patrol it every year and open a few public spacecraft stations.

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Normally civilized planets rarely register this, because it means that all the technology on the planet can only be completed through your own efforts. You are watching the aliens calling the sky and the earth, but you are still struggling to do it.

Technology, by then everyone will go to alien planets, and there will be no people on this planet.

Agricultural planets apply for some private planets, and the review process is much slower than that of ordinary planets. There is no news every one or two years.

[Mr. System, our industry is getting bigger and bigger, and we need to recruit more and more people. I am afraid that it will soon become unstoppable and attract the attention of the court.] MSI found Xiao System very worriedly: "

I've dealt with three or four people who were rude this month."

"This." The small system looked at Mo Chuchen and secretly transmitted the message [Should we use the puppet seeds in the mall to control these? 】

Mo Chuchen shook his head and rejected this bad idea: "The people who work here are the children of the family in the mansion. Just let them eat and live in the village directly and reunite with the old house once a year."

"Okay, I'll take care of it!" MSI patted her chest, her impish look making people laugh.

He was very horrified at first that his master was engaging in these "fairy" things.

Just for the sake of money, he chose to go along with the old man. No matter which god the old man gave those fruits to, as long as he had the money, he could just take them, no matter what happened.

MSI is just young, has a lot of eyes and is smart, otherwise he wouldn't be retained.

"Okay, listen to me, the master has changed his decision! We don't have to go back at night, we are all working in the house!"

"Ah? In this case, who will arrange the food, clothing, housing and transportation?" The workers were dumbfounded. They had never encountered such a thing before.

"This, I will let Mr. System arrange it. Do you still have any objections?"

"As long as it includes food and accommodation! As for MSI, there's no change in salary, right?"

"No, food and accommodation are included, one tael of silver for two months, but those who farm outside need a little more, one tael of silver for two months, and eight taels of silver for two months."

"Okay, let's pack some things here. Although it's a little troublesome, it's more comfortable than farming or something!"

"How can we have any opinions? No problem, it's settled like that!"

After MSI passed along Master Zhao's words, the workers all breathed a sigh of relief.

Between the price of one tael of silver in two months for a house in the suburbs and the price of 2 taels of silver for four months in an old house, they decisively chose this place.

There are also girls in the old house who can earn a tael of silver every month, but those are the personal girls of the master and his wife. How can they get so much money if they do menial work?

Because of this comparison, instead of complaining, the workers were happy and doing things much more efficiently.

"Don't think it's hard for you. You only have four hours of working time every day. During the rest of the time, you can go wherever you want in Zhuangzi as long as you don't tell anyone about what's going on here. Food and drink are free."

"Don't have unnecessary thoughts. You all sold yourselves to the Zhao family. If it is leaked, your whole family will be dealt with, and your wife and children will be separated, and no one will say anything wrong."

MSI will not just give benefits. The strangeness here has caused many people to have the idea of ​​​​reporting to the county magistrate and getting benefits. What he has to do is to put an end to such thoughts.

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Time passed like that quietly for six months.

At this moment, in the Planet Management and Registration Building on Planet xx, several staff members wearing black uniforms with dark red star badges on their chests are processing work in the egg-shaped holographic brain warehouse. Because the holographic brain warehouse is a relatively closed link.

, although the fabric of the staff is fine, it is actually very breathable, no matter how long you feel stuffy, you won’t sweat.

"Huh? Wasn't this said to be a developing planet a few years ago? Why did there suddenly be an application for an agricultural planet? What fool wants to take this low-level civilization planet as his own?" Zhang San, who was in charge of the review and approval, looked at the submission.

The application form had a look of disdain on it. Ever since a Federation member submitted an application incorrectly hundreds of years ago and became a star master by mistake, there have been many fools trying to find out by applying for planets every year.

"It's a pity that you met me. I have experienced hundreds of battles and I won't let you pick things up casually. Even if you cheat on this planet, you won't be able to reach the minimum application standard in a few years."

Then, Zhang San casually destroyed this application. It would be a joke to keep such a thing.

"Wait a minute, the applicant's device terminal is emitted by a scrapped smart brain. We activated the invisible monitoring function of the smart brain and found that the applicant is actually an aboriginal! He should have learned about the interstellar system after picking up this smart brain.

Such an application would be issued only under certain circumstances." Zhang San's colleague Zhang Shuoshuo stopped him from destroying the documents and sent a screenshot of Zhi Nao by the way.

Zhang San used face recognition and brain positioning doubtfully. After some screening, he fell silent because all the clues pointed out that this application was completely made by a backward and civilized native.

"Are these people who go on inspections stupid? Don't they know how to bring the garbage back when they go out? Now the good people, even the natives, know about the existence of the Interstellar Alliance, and they are still running a prosperous online store to play with me.

What?." Zhang San said that all this was very embarrassing. He looked at the application with a dull face: "Although it is said to be issued by indigenous people, from an objective fact point of view, the technological level of this planet is completely not qualified to join the Interstellar Alliance.

It seems he needs to be disappointed."

"Yes, there are many people who discover the truth every year, but only a few can join." Zhang Shuoshuo is very sorry. He has made many planets even have the bad habit of cannibalism, but the rules of the alliance are there, and he can't do it at all.

Intervene.

"Judging from Zhao Zhaocai's actions, he probably didn't want the alliance to make drastic changes to that planet, so he applied for an agricultural planet to prevent the alliance from overly intervening.

It's a pity that the technology tree of this planet is too backward."

"Who says it can't be done?" The old man with a gray beard appeared: "You must submit this application to me!"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Xiong, aren't you at the Science and Technology Institute? Why did you end up at the Planet Management Office?" Zhang San stared at the old man who suddenly appeared, dumbfounded, and couldn't help complaining: "You can't do this even if you want to cheat.

Cheating, this planet is really not qualified to join the alliance."

"Who says he's not qualified enough? Just based on the insecticides listed in his online store, he has the right to take shortcuts!" the old man replied decisively.

Zhang San was confused: "Is there anything wrong with this pesticide?"

The old man then said slowly: "My granddaughter raised a pot of flowers a few days ago, and she bought the pesticide from this online store. The effect is incredible!"

"Mr. Xiong, what's so strange about this?" Zhang San was even more puzzled. Every insecticide in the alliance can do the job!

"Of course there are some strange ones! What do you know, you country bumpkin? I took a bottle to the laboratory and wanted to kill the ordinary insects summoned by the Zerg, so I just sprayed it on the Zerg."

"Old Xiong, you don't want to tell me that this insecticide killed the Zerg, do you?" Zhang San couldn't help but joke. He sneered a few times. When he looked up and saw the old man's serious expression, he couldn't help but feel sad.

After a pause, he asked tentatively: "You don't really mean that, do you? No? No?"

"That's right, that's what I meant! The Zerg were killed by the insecticide! After that, I found several different styles of Zerg to test. This insecticide was the most deadly to the parasitic Zerg, and the most deadly to the crustacean Zerg.

It will cause severe damage, and it also contains a strange ingredient that can attack the Zerg and at the same time strengthen the physical quality of those who come into contact with it."

"Hey, hey, hey, it's just a bottle of insecticide. Are you sure you're not dreaming?" Listening to this, Zhang San felt even more unreliable. If you kill insects, you will kill them. How can you change hands and turn them into nutrients?

Got it!.

"According to my observation, this pesticide was produced by Zhao Zhaocai. With his research, it is not a problem to grant him special privileges. Besides, since he has such technology, we can no longer ignore him.

existence, such talents must be brought to the Academy of Science and Technology!"

The old man had a serious look on his face, indicating that he was determined to help Mo Chuchen gain access to the planet: "If you don't pass, I won't go back! I'll be watching you in the lobby of your system every day!".

"Oh! Don't get excited!

OK, if you want privileges, then you have privileges.

But the situation of this planet is special. We definitely cannot hang the name of the star owner on the applicant according to the standards of an agricultural planet. Let me discuss with the people in the management office how to connect."

Zhang San was horrified to see that this powerful old man was about to turn into a pesticide demon. Realizing that the situation was unusual, he quickly made concessions.

After getting this answer, Mr. Xiong left the planet review hall with satisfaction.

Zhang San broke into a cold sweat. This old man is a heavyweight scientific researcher in the alliance. He has made outstanding contributions in fighting against the Zerg. Whether it is props to resist mental attacks or drugs to resist parasites, he is now famous for them on the market.

Developed by Mr. Xiong.

"Is it really that magical?" Zhang San handed Mo Chuchen's application to his superiors, and then bought a bottle of insecticide that Mr. Xiong had boasted about on Xingwang.

It only took three hours for the potion to be delivered. Zhang San left the holographic warehouse. He opened the simple packaging and found a light yellow bamboo bottle lying quietly in the express box.

"Zhang San, what are you buying?" Zhang Shuoshuo happened to get off work. As soon as he left the holographic warehouse, he saw Zhang San staring at a bamboo festival in a daze.

"The insecticide that Mr. Xiong blew up." Zhang San didn't notice anything special about this thing. It didn't smell pungent, was as clear as water, colorless, odorless, and unremarkable.

"Let Mr. Xiong study this thing. The leader asked you to wait for a meeting. They know that Mr. Xiong cares about Zhao Zhaocai, but they also think that the technological level of that planet is too low, so they want to find a compromise."

"Sure, I'll go right away!" Zhang San put the insecticide on the table and got into the holographic warehouse. As soon as he logged in, he moved to a clean and empty office with more than a dozen people.

People in black uniforms sat side by side, and on everyone's desk was a stack of basic information about Zhao Zhaocai and the planet.

"I don't want to say anything here." A leader as thin as a bamboo pole stood in front: "Every year I emphasize that we can't throw garbage on backward civilization. You are the one who listens and sees.

Well, this Zhao Zhaocai single-handedly made the medicine that our federation urgently needs, and he also applied for planetary membership. Do you think we will allow it? Or not?"

"If we go directly there, won't we scare people into thinking that it's a god descending to earth?" Zhang San smiled bitterly. He had read all this information. The degree of backwardness of this planet is really unbelievable.

"Otherwise, let's get in touch slowly! Secretly advancing technology can help them adapt earlier."

"That's it!"

This discussion lasted for a full four hours. Zhang San was dizzy during the meeting. The most common thing during the meeting was to listen to the boss's complaints.
Chapter completed!