Chapter 323 Lamizane’s small farming knowledge class!
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(In view of the fact that there is really a chapter with a very boring content, the citizens of the empire who are not interested in the empire (science), the country (study), the truth (technique) (technique), or You can skip it if you are a big devil)
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“Let’s talk about how to make this place growable in six months, first of all.”
Lamizane sat lazily in the command throne on the highest bridge, with the black and white long-haired cat hunched over and sitting on his knees.
They were sitting in the unmanned war room, looking at the newly renovated bridge operation hall in the sensor. There were busy technical officers and crew members coming and going, many of whom had just done new work. Excess limb removal, skin grafting (to remove some 'outdated' branding or tattoos) and prosthetics, but everyone is in good spirits.
Even the Cursed Echo itself is.
This ancient cruiser once fell into the hands of the Red Corsairs, when it was so tainted by its inner crew that the Red Corsairs called it the Venomous Birthright until Talos was Under the last cover of the original Blood Covenant of the 10th Company and the "Supreme" Vandrod who was possessed by the Great Demon of Tzeentch, they escaped by jumping into the subspace under the guidance of Octavia who was brought to the navigator's room.
The hunting packs that Lou Frix is responsible for patrolling the ceiling and air have long reported the unusual steel biomorphism at the bottom of the ship. For example, when their claws scratch into the bottom bulkhead, they will bleed. ——Well, but now Octavia's report is that the Echo is satisfied with the curse every day and believes that it should obtain more weapons stores to fill its ammunition stores, and also requires additional weapons in the ship's spine, flanks and outside. Increase cleaning efforts on the first layer of armor.
"Although there are obviously no Primarch teachers on Nostramo, and you didn't like to listen to anyone's teachings when the Eighth Legion was handed over to you..."
(*At least I didn't Sevita is torn to pieces, I was listening to him)
"You are not torn to pieces? It's because he is enjoying himself in his complaints! Fortunately, you still know how to cherish him most of the time." No. Angrily raising his hand to suppress Koz's protest (*Hey what do you mean?! What's wrong with me?!), Lamizane continued, "I'm not going off topic, what I just said, by the way, well, although you I haven’t read the book, but there is always something written in your genetic code. Do you know what kind of terrain a ‘desert’ is made of?”
(*(Nostramo) Gangster swear words) I was just forced to appear in the form of this creature in the physical universe! Not a real cat brain! - Of course the desert is made of sand!)
"Yeah, very much. Okay, our small agricultural class begins now.”
Lamizane called up some data, images, and tables on the panel in front of him, and straightened Curze's paws.
“According to ancient Terra’s geological customs, the sand in the desert mainly refers to silica with particles that are small to a certain extent. Well, the obsidian in Tessaguarsa is also a kind of silica. , so there is no difference in nature, and when the gravel in such a desert is in a purely discrete state, as soon as the never-ending winds and storms start to blow, they will scatter and start moving everywhere, even in buildings Internal shelter from the wind is not enough - as long as water, liquid fertilizer or similar things are poured up, light will leak from the gaps immediately. There is almost no way to store water and nutrients for the seeds and roots of plants. Of course, no grass will grow, not to mention that even after improvement, it requires It's still strictly agricultural crops. Let me remind you that even the Mechanicum's transformation plan still digs more basements and more mountains - but this completely fails to take advantage of the already meager stellar radiation here. I don’t know why they are so enthusiastic about hollowing out mountains to put algae cultivation tanks, which is half the effort. There is a kind of beauty that loses rational logic at this time.”
（*——Wait——Wait. ! You're right, why have they never thought about it? Continue talking)
"After talking about sand, we need to talk about the necessary substrate for planting, besides fresh water. And soil is not about it. It looks like that... Well, at least according to the meaning of the word "soil" in ancient Terran, it should be composed of mineral particles, moisture, microorganisms, air and organic matter. Under this composition, they will Producing dynamically balanced interactions and influences, the soil produces a series of complex physical and chemical relationships, ultimately allowing plants to take root and grow on it. In other words, we need to make the sand at least as capable as it is when it is wetted by water. Become a rheological state - you can understand it as it will turn into mud or mud', and as the moisture in it decreases, it must also be able to become agglomerated solid state. In addition, qualified soil needs to be able to continuously change between these two "(*According to your statement, this planet is not suitable for planting at all. It is all sand and there is no soil. But now most of the plains have begun to produce crops - you have no idea about the types and quality of crops. The idea is so great... The blood-red shadow on Valier's body is now more developed than that of Ursus before. I have to eat its head every day, so can't you let him rest for a while or change him? )
"No. Dietrian is not a biological sage. His talent direction does go very far in mechanics, spirituality and anatomy, but in terms of biochemical attainments, he is still not as good as Valier. ——In addition, Dietrian is too busy, and his assistant Endless Space has already boarded the departing ship.”
(*Where did we get the merchant ship? And how can you do business normally?)
"Oh, this, actually use the Coronation to carry it to the destination, and then use the Di Trian's boat - um, uh, actually I issued a highly confidential permission to be a traveling trader with the army in the name of the Lord of the First Army, so that the Ultramarines wouldn't come to inspect the ship too much. ——Of course, I also want to thank you for the genetic verification.”
(*...You are really...You are really...Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahaha! I can't wait to see how good I am. The expression on the elder brother’s face after knowing all this! Hahahaha! )
Lami Zane waited until Koz got up from rolling around again. He placed his paws and continued talking.
"So to put it another way, in fact, as long as you can discover what makes soil different from sand, show the functions that soil should have, and add it in, you don't have to worry about whether it is real soil, as long as it can be like soil. Just let the plants grow and retain water, nutrients, and root systems. At best, it’s just solid soilless cultivation. Haven’t people on this planet done this in the past few hundred years? ”
(*...? But how do you know what materials to use? In what direction to research? After all, Valier is an Astartes Apothecary rather than a biological sage, and even if the research is fruitful, such a big It's impossible to implement it on a large scale... Damn the cursed bloodline! Are you? In the greenhouse, plant shoots are emerging from the moist black muddy sand. "It is very useful to use the prophecy talent at this time. Just look at a whole panel with different ratios and materials and you can see the final experimental results..."
(*You, you are so crazy!! You use the ability you use to win the war and world after world to see if the sand can turn into mud!)
"Thank you, I am very accomplished to hear this from your mouth?" However, in my opinion, there is no conflict between military and agriculture. In addition, the second sight can not only be used to check the ratio of sand binder, but also to see how much and how thick to put in a gridded field. , and even whether the newly developed gene chimeric crops can successfully grow the desired fruits..."
(*(Incredible Nostramo expletive)(screaming))
“You see, your gift is not a curse, O ghost of midnight, you are the darkness before the dawn, you are the real hope "
(*...(suspicious silence))
The leader of the Eighth Army silently hid his furry head in Toga's wide folds.
(End of this chapter)