Afterwards, a group of selected young people from all over the world got ready and set off to Crescent Space City.

Lan Ze uneasily asked him to bring the seeds of two famous mustards, mustard mustard and potherb mustard, as well as the seeds of chives. In addition, he spent his own money to mail a few small boxes of finished mustard and potherb mustard in metal cans.

Small metal cans can be recycled, and they are quite useful when given away. However, these side dishes are too cheap in China. As a fifty-year-old gift, it is both expensive and bitter.

Only crop seeds are of some value.

Pickled mustard and potherb mustard are things that Lanze is sure are not available in the space city. How to grow them and how to pickle them requires the efforts of agricultural technicians.

Xiaomi requested spring onions by name. Now he is craving for the special aroma of spring onions. It is completely different from the rough sweetness of green onions. Green onions are rich, bold and crispy. Moreover, they can also be fried in scallion oil and served with wonton noodles. This thing

It is easy to grow. You can even plant it in a small bowl in the kitchen and cut off some if you want to eat it.

When Xiaomi described the aroma of green onions, Lan Ze felt like his mouth was watering. So he thought that Zhang He would be happy after eating it.

In addition to letting Doudou bring thousands of tiny chive seeds, Lanze also mailed a package of dried onions.

If it is still alive, it can grow seedlings if it is dipped in some water. If unfortunately it dies...then cook and eat it.

In the blink of an eye, young people from all over the world arrived in the space city.

The canned pickles also came to the space city with them. However, Zhang He used all these cans as favors - to improve the food of the guard regiment.

A little bit of pickled mustard or pickled mustard, used to stir-fry chicken breast, is simply a delicacy.

It's a pity that both kinds of vegetables are too little. This taste has aroused the great interest of the entire security group in the farm's vegetable fields. From time to time, someone always goes to inquire about the progress of the seedlings.

Xiaomi found a few empty box lids and tried his best to grow the onions left in his hands.

A month later, Mr. Zhang finally had longevity noodles with chopped green onion and chopped green onion on his birthday. It had a rich earthy flavor and the noodle soup was very satisfying.

At that time, Zhang Yidian was almost on the earth.

Another year passed, [57], Zhang Yidian returned to China and entered the Black Dragon University City.

Under China's education standards, his grades as a sophomore in Crescent Space City were a bit disappointing. He was registered as a spring freshman in Black Dragon's "Grand Liberal Arts" and started to re-study as a freshman.

Summer has come again, and Wheat has also entered college.

Lan Ze's four eldest sons have all reached the age of 20 and have become legal adults in China. Watching his children grow up so fast, his biggest emotion in his heart is: Great, my fiftieth year is really close.

Got it!

There are no formal courses in the university town in the summer. Wheat wandered from summer to autumn. In autumn, he took the minimum number of classes and continued to wander into winter.

In winter, from New Year's Day to Spring Festival, the theme is New Year's Eve. [May 8] After the New Year, the cold winter is gone, and spring comes again.

Xiaomai joined the music club, and he started early and stayed late in the club activities; but when it came to class, he had to attend three poles a day before entering the backstage of stock classes and slowly learning cultural and basic courses. His goal was to be admitted to the Conservatory of Music, but...

There is no rush to learn anything. There are many required courses, so just go through them one by one slowly.

Lan Ze can no longer stand it anymore.

The bastard took a college mathematics course before going to college. It was in the Northwest. He neither applied for credit certification nor applied for exemption from mathematics courses. Instead, he took advantage of the differences in curriculum between university towns and took the first test.

Live your life leisurely.

The teaching assistant who tutored the freshmen in the basic mathematics course was a member of the mathematics department. In front of the tutor, Xiaomai pretended to be a fool without knowing anything.

Lan Ze directly opened the system backend of the Department of Mathematics, and first gave Zhang Lanwei a credit certification across the university town, and then put all the required and open elective "threshold" mathematics courses in the school under Zhang Lanwei's name.

Mark him as exempt from advanced studies. Then he chose an auspicious day and rode his bicycle to take Xiaomai to Teacher Feng's discussion class.

Now the child is energetic.

He doesn't have to pretend not to understand in class...he really doesn't understand!

After class, Lan Ze patted his son on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I don't understand either. After every class, I have to look up the information and think about it for a long time. From now on, I will leave the task of writing the summary of the discussion class to you. I don't have high demands, so I'll leave it to you.

Just leave it to me before Tuesday."

"..." Mai was silent for a while, then suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait a minute, I don't think I chose this class!"

"I recommend you."

"But...I don't have time!"

"Look at the backstage."

"..." Xiaomai looked at his course selection list in silence. "Dad, what's going on with these exempt courses? Where did my extra credits come from?"

"Where did you say it came from?" Lanze asked him.

"Originally, I had planned to take ten to fifteen credits in one semester and graduate when I was thirty. It shouldn't be a problem. But now..."

"It's a good idea. If you defer for two years and don't have enough credits, you will be counted as a dropout."

"Then... I heard that some Ph.D. students in the School of Science have been studying for eighteen years?"

"Haha...you want to retire now?"

"Otherwise, what should I do? Where do you want me to find a job? Receive food stamps and water stamps on schedule, and walk in the park with the old man? Otherwise, you will support me?"

"..." Lan Ze grabbed his son's shoulders and asked him, "Do you know what happened to a doctor who has been studying for eighteen years?"

"Isn't it just that I can't graduate?"

"If you really couldn't do it, you would have been kicked out of the school a long time ago. Doctoral students who have been with you for more than six years must submit a work report every year. The school will review and deem your work valuable before allowing you to continue doing it. I also had it back then.

I have a senior brother who has been studying for more than ten years. He is under great mental pressure, and his workload takes up all his rest days. He does not get married or have fun and does not leave the laboratory. The only way to relieve stress is to eat a good meal. But he just can’t go out.

As a result, what can he do?"

"But it's so awesome to get a degree in the end?" Xiaomai was still a little excited.

"That's true. You see, Master Feng has such a person beside him today. He was there when I was studying."

In class, sitting among the students, there was a unique old man with a somewhat sparse brain.

As soon as Lan Ze said it, Xiaomai was impressed.

"Then he is...still studying for a Ph.D.?"

"I stayed in the mathematics department to do odd jobs. I taught high-level mathematics classes for freshmen in the university town."

"You didn't get a degree...?"

"Why don't you have a degree? A doctorate is too difficult, but you can also be a teacher with a master's degree."

Xiaomai thought seriously for a few minutes, but Lanze didn't rush him anyway.

In the corridor on the ground floor of the School of Science, other people had already left first, and the flowers and trees outside the window were sparse. The sounds of classes coming from far away made this corner even more quiet, as if it had been forgotten.

"Teacher Lan, I'm not your student. You'd better not interfere with my studies."

"Um?"

Xiaomai thought seriously for a long time, what the hell was he thinking about?

The two of them finally walked out of the building lazily.

"Hey, that's right, Dad." Maima made the request seriously again, "Lend me your bike for a few days."

"Um?"

"Then I'll ride away, huh?"

"Wait a minute, you didn't let me interfere just now. Now you can ride my car, right?"

"You are my dad, not my teacher. Decisive whether you want to borrow a bicycle or not."

"Okay. Ride away and get lost."

Lan Ze watched his adult son take the bicycle and drift away.

I had no choice but to jump on the back seat of Comrade Xiao Jiang's bicycle.
Chapter completed!