Chapter 219: Interstellar Deserted Star Farmer Woman 26

Chapter 219 -215: Interstellar Deserted Star Farmer Woman 26

The chat scrolled wildly in Ji Xiaosong’s live stream.

User [Deep Space Miner Team 114] donated 10 Antimatter Torpedoes and left a message as a [Colored, Pinned Comment]:

“No!!! I just cured my radiation sores yesterday with the streamer’s sea buckthorn fruit (′;ω;`) The captain said if we can’t buy any more, he’s going to make us chew on purification agents! Aaaah!!!”

[SCROLLING CHAT WATERFALL]

“I just spent half a month’s salary to stockpile ten boxes of pickled cabbage!!!”

“Rich lady in the comment above! It took me three months of fighting just to successfully bid on a single sea buckthorn fruit QAQ”

“That purifying oatmeal from the Agricultural Research Institute costs 3,000 Star Coins a gram! Is the streamer’s cabbage at 50 Star Coins a box even real???”

“@Main Star Agricultural Research Institute V You guys need to learn faster!!!”

User [Third Star Domain University, Biology Department] triggered the keyword “hiatus,” activating Academic Screaming Mode.

[The holographic comment suddenly reformatted into a research paper]:

A Feasibility Report on Cross-Galactic Ecological Reconstruction Based on the Ji Purification Method

A Predictive Model on the Impact of the Broadcast Hiatus on the Interstellar Food Safety Index

(Collapsed by an admin after five seconds)

[BEWARE: QUANTUM GHOSTS SIGHTED!]

“BZZT… KCHK… We quantum lifeforms of the Alpha Nebula… BZZT… require a regular intake of the streamer’s electromagnetic pickled radishes to maintain our form… KCHK…”

[DEEP SPACE FLEET MESS HALL CREW SPAMS THE CHAT]

“Attention, all hands! Go easy on the sea buckthorn jam we managed to snag last week!”

“Reporting, Squad Leader! Squad Two stole my pickled cucumbers!!!”

“@Officer Zhou Lin, requesting permission to deploy the Star Destroyer Cannon to protect the streamer’s vegetable garden!!!”

Specially-followed user [Main Star Agricultural Research Institute V] activates a warship special effect.

[99 research vessels form a DNA helix pattern in the chat window]:

“Attention, everyone! The ‘Human Cub Nutritional Assurance Program’ has been initiated. Our institute will dispatch a medical vessel to be on standby around the clock. Streamer, please check your private messages for the half a million childcare plans we’ve sent you.”

(Suddenly dragged away by user [Interstellar Plant Society] using a vine special effect)

[WAILING COMMENTS TRIGGER HOLOGRAPHIC OLFACTORY SYSTEM]

“Day 800 of smelling the streamer’s pickled cabbage. Suddenly, military-grade nutrient paste just doesn’t cut it anymore (Ｔ▽Ｔ)”

“My radiation-mutated hamster will only eat the streamer’s carrots!!”

“Location: Gamma-32, a wasteland planet. Just traded my last half a head of cabbage for a Curvature Engine component (???︿???)”

[BREAKING! User [Ancient Blue Star Cuisine Research Society] summons a quantum cat!]

A holographic cat projection dashes across the chat window, a sea buckthorn fruit in its mouth.

“Quick, catch that cat! It stole my pickled cabbage dumpling!!!”

“See, streamer! Even the quantum cat knows your veggies are the most delicious!!!”

[FINAL COMMENT STORM]

Countless usernames suddenly synchronized, forming a flashing flag of the Interstellar Alliance:

“May the little baby grow up as strong and healthy as a sea buckthorn fruit!”

“We’ll be waiting for you~”

“The best farming streamer in the whole universe has to be happy!!!”

Ji Xiaosong’s soup spoon suddenly tapped the quantum cat projection on the head. “Caught the vegetable thief. Before I log off, I’ll raffle off another ten thousand boxes from my inventory.”

The holographic chat instantly condensed into a special effect: a baby crib shaped like the Milky Way galaxy.

After selling out her inventory, Ji Xiaosong began her preparations for childbirth.

Meanwhile, the impact of Ji Xiaosong’s hiatus was so significant that Dai Lixing’s Attendant Officer, Xiao Li, eventually learned of it.

He didn’t normally have time to watch live streams. The Agricultural Research Institute delivered a daily supply of their research ingredients to the Marshal’s home. Just a moment ago, the institute had informed him that, from now on, they could only provide food with trace toxins and radiation.

Xiao Li was confused. For the past few months, the Agricultural Research Institute had occasionally managed to provide zero-toxin food. He had assumed they had finally cracked the problem of toxins.

It was time for the daily ingredient delivery to Dai Lixing. The hands of Xiao Chen, an intern from the Agricultural Research Institute, trembled as he held a thermostatic eco-container. A red warning—[Radiation Level: 0.87μSv/h]—flashed repeatedly on its surface.

As he stepped into the Marshal Mansion’s defense perimeter, a Genetic Lock scanner suddenly buzzed. It turned out a sea buckthorn leaf had, at some point, gotten stuck to the back of his work badge.

“This is the third violation this month: carriage of an undeclared item.”

A robotic butler lowered a mechanical arm from the ceiling, and the leaf was placed inside a transparent isolation chamber.

“Upload to the mainframe’s monitoring system is complete.”

“I-I’m sorry!”

Cold sweat beaded on the collar of Xiao Chen’s protective suit. “Last week, when I was taking samples in Cultivation Pod B-3…”

“The ingredient analysis report.”

Dai Lixing turned from the holographic combat sand table, his military boots crushing several virtual Insect Race attack routes.

The moment he took the eco-container, the three heads of jade cabbage inside suddenly began to proliferate wildly.

This was a common botanical mutation that occurred upon contact with a Fifth-rank Spiritual Power User.

Xiao Li slammed the flash-freeze button just before the cabbage roots could pierce the container. “Didn’t the Agricultural Research Institute apply spiritual power shielding?”

“The seeds Miss Ji originally supplied had a natural barrier…”

Xiao Chen bit his tongue, cutting himself off. The confidentiality agreement chip on his chest suddenly grew hot.

“Miss Ji?”

Dai Lixing’s fingertip brushed against a frost-covered cabbage leaf, and the frozen radiation monitor flickered back to life. “The original supplier for the Marshal Mansion’s specially-provided ingredients for the last six months?”

For some reason, Dai Lixing felt there was something special about that surname.

But…

For the moment, he still couldn’t remember a thing.

An emergency communication from the Agricultural Research Institute suddenly popped up on the holographic screen. Half of Academician Qin Zhao’s face was still splattered with culture medium.

“Marshal, the ‘Pure Ingredient Special Supply Agreement,’ signed by the Deep Space Fleet three years ago, has been suspended due to force majeure.”

“Our current inventory can only maintain trace-toxin standards. A detailed report has been…”

“I want the interstellar coordinates of the source.”

Dai Lixing crushed the mutated cabbage with one hand. Amid the ice crystals, the radiation reading flickered wildly between 0 and 0.0001.

“A cultivation zone that allows crops to remain stable in a Fifth-rank spiritual power field, and that allows people to eat food free of toxins and radiation—I believe that is of the utmost importance.”

“My apologies, Marshal. I am not at liberty to say. The individual is a recluse who signed the ‘Cosmic Homesteading Accord.'”

Qin Zhao suddenly switched their conversation to an encrypted channel. “According to Article 137 of the Interstellar Agricultural Protection Act, until the creator reveals their coordinates voluntarily, we cannot even dispatch a quantum probe.”

“If that’s the case, why has your Agricultural Research Institute been unable to cultivate toxin-free lifeforms?”

Dai Lixing demanded in a harsh voice. One would have had to listen closely to hear the tremor beneath his words.

He thought of the toxin-free food inside his Space Button. He had always assumed it was provided by the Agricultural Research Institute, so he had never pursued the matter.

‘Now that I think about it, these things must be related to the memories I lost.’

Ever since he was cured of the poison, it was as if a crucial memory had been erased, leaving a void in his heart.

He remembered that he was supposed to go pick someone up, but he could never recall the specifics—who it was, or where he was supposed to meet them.

‘What’s happening now… this might be an opportunity.’