Zhong Lingyan asked He Xingcheng for something, because he received news from the old marshal's wife, now the war is over, and the interstellar has returned to peace. Then, as the Marshal of the Star Alliance, He Xingcheng had to consider his own life events.

The average life expectancy of Interstellar now is one thousand years old. Of course, the life expectancy of one thousand years can only be achieved by those with particularly strong talents and special abilities. Ordinary people have a life expectancy of about five hundred years.

But in fact, because of the perennial war, no matter how long the human lifespan is, sometimes they will die on the battlefield when they fight. So someone in his fifties like He Xingcheng was urged by his parents to get married.

He Xingcheng's 50-year-old life is really short in a thousand years, but even so, his parents are still worried that he will die on the battlefield someday instead of dying.

Marriage is the most concerned issue for He Xingcheng's parents.

He Xingcheng's father was the last marshal, and the Star Alliance Marshal was of course not hereditary, but the last marshal was He Xingcheng's father, and the current marshal was He Xingcheng because their father and son's abilities were strong enough, so they served as marshals.

Others can of course be the Marshal. As long as they are strong enough to compare He Xingcheng, they can replace him as the new Star Alliance Marshal.

But now, the Marshal of the Star Alliance is still He Xingcheng, and his mother is the old marshal's wife.

"Marshal, the old lady has sent me messages many times and asked me to inform you to go on a blind date at the Ellington Building." Zhong Lingyan said as she pushed open the door and came in. As soon as the words fell, she saw He Xingcheng's table. Red sorrel placed.

"Ah—what is this—" Zhong Lingyan was stunned when she saw the green four-leaf clover-like leaves and the lovely pink flowers, as if she had seen some superstar, her Excited like a super idol.

He Xingcheng looked at Zhong Lingyan. This secretary is usually very qualified, but in private, he is very free, because Zhong Lingyan is He Xingcheng's cousin, and He Xingcheng's mother is Zhong Lingyan's aunt.

"Marshal, what is this?" Zhong Lingyan leaned over to He Xingcheng's table and looked at the cute little red sorrel, this beautiful flower, this lovely leaf, ah ah ah, what kind of fairy is this cute ?

Looking at Zhong Lingyan's appearance, He Xingcheng didn't despise Zhong Lingyan, but said with a little smugness, "How is it? Isn't it pretty? It's better than the beef tendon grass that Nabohant cultivated?"

Nabohant is the plant cultivation expert of the Star Alliance, but the relationship between Nabohant and He Xingcheng is not good at all, and the two feel like dead enemies.

Anyway, the relationship between He Xingcheng and Nabohant is a kind of needle-point to Maimang, the king does not see the king, even if Nabohant is a hundred years older than He Xingcheng, the two are still deadly enemies.

Before Nabohant cultivated a single ox tendon grass, after he took a video and posted it on Xing.com, it attracted a lot of people's attention. One by one, they wanted to buy the ox tendon grass from him at a high price. .

In the end, Nabohant sold the beef tendon at a price of 100,000 star coins, and then sent a message to show off to He Xingcheng, saying that he would rather sell it at the "low price" of 100,000 star coins. He Xingcheng wouldn't sell beef tendon grass to others. He Xingcheng would not even think about buying any plants from him.

He Xingcheng: Childish.

"It looks good." Zhong Lingyan was also very aware of the lawsuit between He Xingcheng and Naberhant, but at the moment she nodded in agreement, staring at the sorrel in front of her and complimented, "That beef tendon is just a It's just a grass, it doesn't look good when it blooms, but this little cutie blooms so beautifully, so beautiful."

No matter how much Zhong Lingyan covets his pot of sorrel, He Xingcheng earnestly prepares to buy things from the 21st century. There are several planets in his name, which were originally energy stars, but the energy of one planet has been exhausted, and it is just time to use it to test whether it can grow plants.

He Xingcheng wanted to check to see if there were any data from 10,000 years ago, and to see if there were any previous planting books on Earth. If not, buy them from Chen Xiayue. Anyway, he absolutely wanted to grow these plants.

Not only because, as a marshal, he wants to see if he can make some money to support the military, but also because he wants to let people in the interstellar look at those beautiful plants that used to be mysterious, beautiful, ordinary , strange-shaped plants.

He Xingcheng had to make plans here, but Zhong Lingyan forgot to urge him to go on a blind date, and had been relying on He Xingcheng's study to watch this beautiful pot of sorrel.

On the other side, the end of the 23rd century, the northwest base.

"It took me a few months to stabilize the base, and now we'll have a good chat." Han Song said with a serious expression looking at the mother and son opposite.

Looking at his serious appearance, Marven Ye couldn't help but feel guilty and said softly, "Why so serious? What are you talking about?"

Han Song looked at Ye Wenxian solemnly, and then at the son who was relatively light-hearted but who was also taught by his mother to be too arrogant and domineering, and the daughter who was very scheming at a young age.

Han Song doesn't hate people with a deep scheming city. If he didn't have a scheming city, he wouldn't be able to climb to the current position. He just didn't want to have a scheming city, but he didn't use it in the right place.

If Han Zhengwei is very capable, and relying on her own scheming, she can conquer the people in the base and make so many people admire her, and he will be very happy as a father. However, this does not mean that he is willing to watch Han Zhengwei rely on his own scheming to split the northwest base.

Now is the end of the world, not the age of peace. The struggle for power and profit is okay but not excessive, otherwise many people will die if they are careless. Their biggest enemy is the zombies, the dangerous animals and plants outside, and the entire apocalypse.

Han Zhengwei and Ye Wenxian's actions made Han Song very unhappy, especially when he found out that many people at the top of the base wanted to fight for power and profit, Han Song was in a bad mood.

"Did you plan to **** the Northwest Base from me?" Han Song stared at the mother and son on the opposite side and said, "I, the ruler of the Northwest Base, have already made you dissatisfied? Want to take the top position yourself? ?"

"Who do you plan to put in power after you grab the qualifications from me? Zhenghao or Zhengwei?" Han Song stared at them and asked.

After hearing Han Song's words, Han Zhenghao complained dissatisfiedly, "Dad, do you mean to let Han Zhengting be the heir? They are also your sons. You can't favor Han Zhengting for everything."

Hearing that, Han Song looked at Han Zhenghao deeply, then looked at Ye Wenxian and Han Zhengwei and said, "Do you think so too?"

Ye Wenxian and Han Zhengwei knew something was wrong when they saw his expression, and quickly shook their heads and said, "Dad, you are already in power, and the blessing you gave us is already very good, we just..."

"I just think, Dad, you can still be in power for many years. We are just worried that someone at the top will usurp the power in the future, so we..." Han Zhengwei said half of what she said, and said softly and coquettishly.