"Plants cultivated in different regions naturally have varying degrees of spiritualization in their bodies."
"What the Security Bureau needs is to regularly monitor the recovery status of spiritual particles in various regions. The spiritual particle content within plants and soil data can effectively reflect the recovery situation in each province..."
Ansheng perched at the computer desk, took a sip of iced cola, and explained the truth about the holiday assignnt all at once.
Other erging institutions have similar observational tasks like those at the College of Agriculture, all arranged by the Security Bureau by taking advantage of the students’ special positions.
The students co from all over the country and are stationed locally for several months each year.
Assigning them to so investigation tasks ensures a certain level of covert operability along with their considerable academic qualities, allowing them to imdiately take up any assignnt without any training.
The recovery of spiritual particles is accelerating, and the frequency of earthquakes is increasing over ti. These matters have been the main topics of local security bureaus recently.
However.
In Chang’an City, because Master Fuli often manages to capture so powerful Spirit Beasts,
under the radiance of these great treasures, the topic of suspected accelerated recovery of spiritual particles doesn’t seem too important.
But relevant arrangents are still in place, causing the students to start their holidays half a month early.
"...I just knew it! I’m usually not unlucky, so how do I always draw lousy tasks? Turns out there really is a rigged system."
Momo complained with a head full of exasperated lines.
Things like Pear Tree Cactus or plants particularly sensitive to L-type pollution are regulars at Momo’s place now.
Almost got Momo so numb.
As everyone knows, before Master Fuli moved in, the golden and red skins in Tang You’s ga warehouse were all miracles orchestrated by Momo, a real dormitory lucky star.
But when it cos to these lousy observation tasks, they always draw so heaven-defying longevity plants.
Now that she knows there’s rigging involved, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Do you have any plans after the Harvest Festival?"
Momo sat cross-legged in front of the table, gleefully stroking the little fox’s tail. Ansheng, with a peculiar look, wagged his own tail like he was fishing for Momo’s attention.
"Plans? Monday, Wednesday, Friday, go; Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, wow; wait until the weekend to take the kids to the state and block the bridge?"
Tang You seriously stared at the screen and casually replied to Momo, "In short, don’t put my na up in the roster for the Harvest Festival."
The Harvest Season at the College of Agriculture isn’t exactly a traditional festival gala; it’s just a ti when crops mature, and students gather to enjoy the fruits of their class’s labor with a al together.
But during the al, the college considers that so students might be quite lively.
In line with the principle of volunteering, students with a strong desire to perform can sign up for a program with the counselor. If there are ten programs, they will proceed with performances; if not, everyone goes ho after eating.
"The plans for the break? Hmm... Xiaolan and I should go to the Imperial Capital first to visit Huhu, and then head back to Xia Dong," Ah Qing replied to Momo while rinsing her mouth on the balcony.
Yesterday, the Security Bureau made a blunder, mistaking a wild Huhu for Xiaolan’s relative.
After clarifying, as per Wang Qiqi’s transmission, the Imperial Capital’s Security Bureau said they would confine the mountain for half a month, taking all the Huhus to the Security Bureau for temporary care.
At that ti, ask Master Fuli to identify his family on New Year’s Day and see how to handle those involved traitors caught by the Security Bureau.
So regarding the holiday plans, the first thing Ah Qing thought of was going to the Imperial Capital.
The matter of the little fox’s parents, dealing with the house, and visiting the second uncle for an early New Year’s greeting all require going to the Imperial Capital.
"What about you?"
Momo looked at Lingren and asked.
"I’m planning to play along with you guys!" Lingren said, waving a hand with a full face of exasperated lines. "You know the situation at my house; my shelf life there doesn’t last long."
The first day back ho, she’s the Supre Emperor; by the second day, she’s downgraded to the Crown Prince, and by the fifteenth day, she’ll be helping wash dishes in the kitchen.
Half a month before the start of the sester, her elderly mother is already packing her luggage, ready to see her off.
Thanks to the family’s Sichuan opera face-changing skills, Lingren jokingly refers to her hocoming as having a shelf life.
As ti goes by, her family status gradually drops to the sa level as her father at the table.
"Then... how about we all go to the Imperial Capital for fun?" Momo raised her hand to ask everyone’s opinion:
"After all... I haven’t forgotten the little fox secretly buying a house in the Imperial Capital; I want to attend the feast!"
"Alright with anything." Tang You and Lingren had no objections; after all, there was nothing to do returning ho so early.
Momo bead at Ah Qing with an ambiguous look and asked, "Ah Qing, want to be bedmates, guaranteed to be good friends sharing the sa dream?"
"Sure!"
Ah Qing glanced at Xiaolan, seeing no reaction, she agreed, "It’s just right; last year, you guys went to Erbin to see the snow landscape, but I had sothing co up. This year, we can see the snow and ski in the Imperial Capital together..."
"Okay, then it’s settled! I’ll cover all your skiing equipnt," Momo said, patting the little fox’s head, a peculiar gleam flashing in her eyes, as if she had so other plan.
"Why does it feel like your eyes are a bit pervy..." Ansheng tilted his head, looking at the strangely smiling Momo.
"How could there be anything pervy on my face? You didn’t notice the brightness of my smile," Momo denied, refusing to accept the little fox’s slander of her beauty.
...
In the night, as the teacher said, the announcent for winter holiday arrangents was formally posted in the class group.
As soon as the announcent ca out, both in the dorms of the College of Agriculture and the School of Animal Science, laughter and cries of excitent erupted.
Although the course schedule of the College of Agriculture is short, every subject involves physical labor, with the intensity comparable to an ironman triathlon.
Even a kid like Lingren had to take up a shovel during class to scoop out a few tons of stuff.
Seeing the winter holiday announcent, the enthusiasm for classes soared among all students, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the 23rd.
After celebrating the festival on the 23rd, they would quickly leave on the 24th, agreeing to et again around March 8th next year.
So students even fantasized that it would only be reasonable to return to class after the Qingming Festival.
But as soon as they saw the robust, even shirt-tearing agricultural sciences professor, they imdiately retracted their well-considered proposal with awkward smiles.
On the morning of the Harvest Festival,
"Ah... one step closer to unemploynt." Miaomiao, dragging a crocodile ashore, looked full of regret, sitting on a bench outside the supermarket, leaning into Ah Qing’s embrace:
"Wuwuwu... my fish, my poor fish."
"When you barbecue them later, rember to be generous with cumin and chili powder. They didn’t get to eat those before they died, so I hope they enjoy them after death."
"Ah, this..."
Ah Qing was montarily speechless, having initially thought Miaomiao ca over to say she was reluctant to eat her fish and maybe ask to save a piece.
She would never have expected that Miaomiao ca to ask her to use plenty of cumin and chili powder.
"With what you said, aren’t you worried they’ll co to strangle you in your dreams?" Momo also complained with a head full of exasperated lines.
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