Lanze's fifty is still very early.

It was only because Zhang He turned fifty this year that he suddenly realized that good times were approaching.

He hasn't thought about what gift to give Mr. Zhang yet.

Although the mail route to heaven is smooth, it is still very troublesome to transport things.

In the past, when Crescent City was still in low-Earth orbit, he had given gemstone jewelry as gifts, but Zhang He didn't agree with it very much. He said it tactfully several times.

Now the Crescent Space City has flown near Mars. Every gram of transportation capacity, including the capacity of the vehicles for transporting people and materials, and the carrying capacity of the space city itself, are extremely valuable.

Shipping costs are just a number.

The money commonly used on earth cannot measure the true value of space materials at all.

So Lan Ze wanted to give him something useful. Even food would be fine.

On the space city, a bottle of soy sauce is probably more valuable than a large vermilion tourmaline brooch.

Value is something that is inherently dependent on human beings' ability to survive. Only after the problem of food is solved can humans have the need to accumulate gold, silver, and jewelry to show off.

As far as Lan Ze knows, there are quite a lot of ingredients in the space city.

I can produce sugar myself and also grow some soybeans.

Soybeans are rich in nutrients and have many uses. They are a good source of oil and feed. At the same time, there are many kinds of soybean products. There should be no shortage of soy sauce made from soybeans. But whether there is fermented bean curd and so on, I am afraid

He would have to ask Xiaomi.

In addition, Lan Ze thinks that things like pickled mustard are quite good. It is appetizing and refreshing when used as a side dish. It can be added to vegetables to enhance the freshness. It can be made into shredded pork noodles with pickled mustard, which Mr. Zhang also likes to eat.

On Earth, mustard is a specialty of China and is exported and supplied to the world. If the space city wants to realize the freedom of mustard and pickle its own mustard, it needs to grow mustard. It seems to be a special mustard variety with a fat stem.

There are pickled cucumbers and carrots on the space city. The crops are related to the racial distribution of the population. He doesn't know if there are green radish and white radish on it.

To pickle dried radish, you need to use green radish.

It seems that he can collect some particularly delicious crop seeds and bring them to the space city when his own beans set off. He can prepare some delicious side dishes with Chinese characteristics for the fifty-year-old Mr. Zhang.

Arrive normally the next day.

Lanze's fiftieth year is still far away, and midsummer is still scorching hot.

Wheat got up early in the morning and called the boys and girls on the second floor to come downstairs for exercise.

He rested for a day and was back to full swing.

The only one who didn't participate in the morning exercise was Xiaoxiao. His wound was a little red and swollen, so he applied a lot of ointment. He took the opportunity to lie down and take a long nap.

He and An An still had to complete the punishment of increased exercise. They had been delayed by their father in various ways in the past few days, so they had to postpone it to a later date.

Lan Ze also planned to continue to torment the children. He had already published the papers. But considering Mo Mo's time schedule for digging mud from the pond, he creatively arranged Mo Mo's exam time in the evening of Space City, which is in the East Seventh District.

Later in the night.

After finishing the exam and handing in the papers, judging by the question volume and difficulty, it was almost time to go to sleep.

In this way, in order not to give the naughty children in the two examination areas time to ventilate, he arranged for these children at home to be in the early morning next to each other.

At the end of the day, they go to bed while they take exams.

Lan Ze decided: set the time tonight, and at 1:30 midnight, Mo Mo will be automatically notified to take the exam; his father will get up tomorrow morning to collect Mo Mo's papers.

At the same time, tomorrow morning's morning exercise at home will be cancelled, and the children will get up and take the exam. After the first half of the exam, they will get up to do some exercise, have breakfast, and come back to take the second half of the exam.

The arrangement is simply perfect.

As for how Xiaomai adjusts everyone's exercise time, that's something for his brother to consider. Dad doesn't care.

The son is much better than his father, and he can always solve any problems by himself. If Xiaomai can't solve it... the father will most likely not be able to solve it either.

summer.

Math classes, exercise, some little kid digging mud from ponds...the days are slowly passing by.

Summer in the south, after the beginning of autumn, is only slightly dry and pleasant. The heat remains unabated.

The fairy came to see Xiaoxiao once.

Lan Ze hurriedly filed a complaint before Xiaoxiao complained to his mother. He reported that Xiaoxiao and Xiaomai, together with Mo Mo on the space city, had done "I don't know what the hell".

Comrade Xiao Jiang stepped forward and gave his personal testimony, explaining that Mo Mo, under the guidance of his brothers, did play a bit too hard. The physical evidence is still there. The drawings of the space city cannot be displayed randomly, but the encrypted communication link can still be displayed.

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Then, Xiaoxiao saw her mother and cried passionately, but did not get the sympathy she wanted. She wiped her face and calmly ran to play basketball.

This psychological quality... is like an airplane tire. Super wear-resistant.

Lan Ze's other children are plastic enough, but their psychological quality is simply incomparable to him. Really, the future is promising...

Wang Muchi did not come with the fairy this time. She was busy painting the sunflower archangel.

An An Ning Ning couldn't find his mother in front or behind the fairy aunt, so he was inevitably a little disappointed.

Wang Muchi recently saw the display picture of the Xun prototype aircraft from someone unknown, and suddenly had a sudden idea to draw the twelve pairs of white wings with long feathers of the archangel into twelve pairs of white rotors.

When Lan Ze saw An An Ning Ning was unhappy, he greeted her. After a long time, he finally saw the latest version of the angel picture she threw over.

Lan Ze doesn't care whether the angel has rotary wings or flapping wings. Even if it is painted as golden roasted wings, he doesn't care.

But the premise is, don’t use his face!

The archangel is holding his face, with a dozen propellers of various sizes sticking out from his back. No matter how you look at it... this is a pervert.

Propeller Archangel, the shape is so exciting.

[According to your design, let alone twelve-winged angels. Two hundred and forty wings can be arranged.]

[Know the goods.] After a long time, Wang Muchi replied with two words.

This mother is too busy and has no time to take care of her two sons.

[You just reminded me, I know how to arrange the aperture.] Wang Muchi suddenly said.

【Um?】

What did I remind you of?

Wang Muchi, another sketch was sent over. [Look]

The rotating state of the propeller overhead: [Picture]

The overhead propeller is at rest: [Picture]

【You...are an engineer who was delayed by drawing.】

Lan Ze couldn't figure out for a while whether Wang Gong should follow the goblin to design a large system, or whether he should be suitable to enter the northwest creation laboratory to design creatures.

[I originally graduated from an engineering college, with a bachelor’s degree in engineering, have you forgotten? 】

Lan Ze could see it anyway. The mothers of all his children were excellent. Including the mother who gave birth to Xiangxiang herself, Wei Yaojing (male). When it came to giving birth to children, no woman could compare to him.

If the children perform well, it's because of the mother's good genes. If they don't perform well, it can only be because the father is at fault. Lan Ze feels that the pressure is a bit high.

Summer is not over yet. Lanze contacted relevant colleges in the university town to change the name of his "Life Design" major.

The School of Life Sciences is his base for teaching and research on "Life Design". However, in the past two years, it has jointly recruited students with the Institute of Industry to jointly establish the "Life Design" major, so the School of Engineering also had to make changes.

Change all the words "life design" to "chemical self-expanding structural design".

As for the course names, he doesn’t offer many related courses, and more than half of them involve special mathematics. There is only one course with the word “life design” in the name, “Introduction to Life Design.”

The name of this course doesn't matter. It's originally an introductory course, and the name is a little more unreal. It looks like it's about facing the future, with a vague and deceptive feeling. Who can tell that this is an introduction to practical technology?

General course?

At the end of the summer, Xiaoxiao went back to school to take a look, said goodbye, and then set off with the leading teacher, across thousands of kilometers from Southwest China in the south of Caiyun, to report to Dadong University Town on the Bohai Sea. He officially became a university student.

A freshman at Eastern Science College.
Chapter completed!