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After opening the paper package, Zhang Yiyi saw dozens of golden melon seeds.
"What are these? They look like melon seeds? Oh, are these Hami melon seeds?" Zhang Yiyi had eaten Hami melons and had seen sunflower seeds and watermelon seeds for sale in supermarkets, but she had never seen anyone keeping Hami melon seeds.
Xiao Xian held in her hands the melon seeds of the black-eyebrow melon, which were also found among several packets of seeds cleared from the corner of Bai Juyi’s house after his death. The seeds of Hami melons were larger than those of watermelons, slender, and a deeper color than the flesh of Hami melons, a reddish gold.
Generally, when eating melons at home or at a hotel, the seeds would be scooped out and discarded. These seeds left by Bai Juyi must have been intentionally kept during consumption. Naturally, those that caught Bai Juyi’s eye must be good quality seeds. After being stored for more than a year, the seeds were still plump, and pressing them with a hand revealed not a crack on their body.
"Xiao Xian, you don’t really plan to plant Hami melons in Area C, do you? We don’t have a Spiritual Fruit Garden here, and it seems like only intermediate and advanced students are allowed to plant things on the campus," actually, North Campus didn’t have this explicit rule, but who would have thought that primary students with poor Spiritual Powers would dare to plant fruit in a desert environment.
Xiao Xian didn’t think so; even her garbage space could grow sugarcane seedlings, not to mention Area C, which was covered with cattail. However, before planting Hami melons, Xiao Xian had made thorough preparations.
The first thing to create, of course, was the "Artificial Greenhouse" once used by Bai Juyi. However, considering the absence of ready-made tools in North Campus, Xiao Xian had to forgo the plastic shed film and instead, wove a grass mat shed to shield from the severe cold.
As for the planting location, they chose a vacant plot of land near the dormitory building.
Zhang Yiyi made a few trips back and forth to Area B and managed to get some wood from a female student who planted snake fruit to support the shed frame.
A few days later, after their joint effort and multiple experiences of smashing their fingers, a makeshift "Hami melon greenhouse" resembling a Mongolian Tent appeared under the dormitory building. Many primary students passing by mistook it for a temporary latrine.
Even Juliet One, patrolling nearby, when passing by one day, scanned the tightly sealed grass house without knowing what was inside.
"Scanning plete, no suspicious items found, will implement scanning again in one month," Juliet One recorded the data after scanning and also noticed that the material used for constructing the hut was cattail.
Robot Romeo One recently had an easier time because the cattail, which used to take much effort to deal with, ceased its rampant growth trend ever since it was handed over to the newer Zhu Xiaoxian for handling.
At the end of the month, during the campus robot meeting, the Central puter Shakespeare gave a special mention to the robot Romeo One in Area C, "The weeding work in Area C has been done very well recently. As for Areas A and B, lots of wildflowers and weeds have been spotted in your jurisdiction recently, and I have received numerous plaints from intermediate and advanced students."
The so-called robot meeting was just all robots connecting to power and entering the online conference room at midnight. Although all of them were artificial intelligences, these AIs designed by the prodigy class of Huake Institute and almost all of the country’s elites, also knew what petition and parison meant.
The Romeo robots from Area B and A issued discontented "tch" sounds. What kind of environment was Area C, where weeding was so simple, with only two crops: cattail and cactus.
Unlike them, busy as tops in the eternally spring-like Areas B and A, they also had to distinguish between ornamental horticultural flowers and wild grasses.
Recently, for some reason, seeds of wildflowers and grasses have appeared in many places in Areas B and A, some even sprouting chaotically in the residential area and Spiritual Fruit Garden, keeping the Romeo robots from both areas frantically busy.
"No need for dissatisfaction, you are free to go to Area C to check the growth situation of the cattail," the Central puter Shakespeare crisply sent a line of electronic instructions.
Robots are simpler than unicellular organisms—they are zero-cell organisms. After this, several robots from Area B near Area C have already rushed to Area C.
On this windless night with moonlight clear as snow, just past midnight in Area C, the shadows of the dilapidated dormitory buildings loomed haphazardly in the desert, and the robots quickly moved to the area where cattail used to thrive.
No random growth of weeds, the cattails orderly in neat rows.
"Based on calculations, each clump of grass is seven centimeters tall, with no signs of growth in the short term," after a round of patrols in Area C, several Romeos from Area B returned to their posts.
At the Strategic Material Center in Area C, Romeo One, upon hearing the report, issued a burst of proud "tssk" sound.
"Being meticulous and unafraid of harsh environments is what makes a qualified robot," praised the Central puter Shakespeare without end.
"Since the robot Romeo One in Area C is so capable, let it work on transforming the environment of Area C," other robots from the two areas plained, knowing that after the central puter, Shakespeare was produced, the earliest robots made were Romeo One and Juliet One in Area C. The relationship among the three of them was beyond what the Romeo robots from other areas could match, leading to other robots having reservations about the antiquated Romeo One from Area C.
With a "snap," Romeo One from Area C cut off the power and left the ongoing campus robot meeting.
Followed by it, Juliet One from Area C also left the robot meeting, and the Central puter Shakespeare emitted a sound similar to a human sigh.
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