The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 60 - 59 These Trivial Matters Need Not Disturb

Of course, one was from Cheng Feng as well.

It wasn’t long before the two of them started fighting, going at it as though they were trying to kill each other.

Xiong Lie, carrying a food tray, walked by and stopped to watch.

After swallowing the not-so-tasty food, he commented, “Sister You’s spiritual power has indeed recovered well.”

Then he tossed his food tray aside, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and started cheering.

“Sister You, go for it! Beat the crap out of him!”

“Good kick, let this guy stay in bed for three days!”

“Right, aim for his face!”

The soldiers under their command, having finished their drills, also gathered around to join the crowd.

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Qu Tong indeed wasn’t able to return home that evening and ended up staying in the palace the next day as well, trying on clothes all day long.

It wasn’t until the third day that she was sent back by someone arranged by the Empress.

Upon her return, she saw at one corner of the lawn, two servants pushing a machine, digging the earth, having already dug up thirty to forty square meters, with the surface grass shoveled aside in a pile.

Meanwhile, Butler Chi was on the side, unpacking a delivery.

Out of curiosity, Qu Tong asked, “Uncle Chi, why are you digging up this perfectly good lawn?”

“Oh! Madam!” The butler looked up excitedly from the delivery, smiling with narrowed eyes, “Didn’t you say you wanted to plant some energy plants? So, I had them prepare a plot of land for you in advance.”

Qu Tong hadn’t expected that her casual sigh would be overheard by the butler.

“We dug this up, the lord won’t get angry, right?”

The butler was very confident, “Of course not, you are the madam. The lord said that for these little things, there’s no need to notify him.”

How much money could this be, to bother the lord?

Qu Tong: Alright then, the General is busy, he has no time to bother with her.

And besides, there’s Butler Chi to take the blame, right?

So, Qu Tong cheerfully joined Butler Chi in unpacking the delivery.

Growth Liquid, isolation shields, all sorts of seeds… everything was well prepared.

As he unpacked, the butler continuously heaped praises on Qu Tong’s skills with flying colors.

“Madam, you actually know how to plant energy plants, that’s really impressive.”

“No wonder the food you cook is so delicious, even better than what a five-star restaurant serves.”

“No, that’s not right, madam, your cooking skills are naturally good, even the Purified Meat I buy is made delicious by you.”

Seeing the sincere admiration in the butler’s eyes, Qu Tong felt sorry for them not being able to enjoy delicious meals.

Interstellar space had many snacks, many specialty foods, but the taste of natural, authentic foods was very rare.

When the butler picked up several bags of seeds and didn’t know where to start, Qu Tong took the initiative and said, “Let me do it.”

Qu Tong poured the seeds into her hand, turned around, and headed toward the ground, quietly imbuing some Special Ability energy into the seeds.

Qu Tong had been to the countryside but did not know how to farm; the plants she held did not need planting.

So, Qu Tong simply scattered the seeds sparsely over the neatly furrowed soil, just like she did on Luyi Star, sowing a small patch of each variety.

“This… is it already done?” the butler asked in disbelief.

Could energy plants really be grown this way?

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“How it’s planted isn’t important, what’s critical is the fertilization and care that comes afterward,” Qu Tong said, dusting off her hands with a serious look.

However, the butler nodded, finding the idea quite reasonable, his face full of admiration: “Madam is wise.”

Qu Tong looked at the butler, who was completely taken in, and suppressed a smile at the corners of her lips.

“Should we use the isolation cover now?” the butler sought Qu Tong’s opinion.

“Hmm… let’s cover it.”

Although it wasn’t necessary with her around, it would prevent her from appearing inexperienced.

The butler handed over all the various growth liquids, trace element supplements, and other items to Qu Tong for safekeeping.

After lunch, Qu Tong continued to review courses related to mechas.

But the butler brought her some bad news.

At the First Military Academy, those with a spiritual power rank lower than C-rank were not allowed to enroll in the Mecha Department.

“What?”

Qu Tong was at a loss.

Xu An didn’t know what she was thinking, and since she wanted to learn more about interstellar information, she had Xu An send her all the departmental materials.

She hadn’t inquired about this particular issue though.

Seeing that Qu Tong didn’t seem very knowledgeable, the butler patiently introduced her to some details about enrollment.

After all, when His Highness enrolled, it was he who had arranged many things.

At the First Military Academy, since it’s a military academy, the intent is to cultivate combat personnel. Everyone who enrolls needs to train in both physical fitness and spiritual power. Besides the main courses, they can also take elective courses in planting, pharmaceuticals, mecha design, and individual mecha combat.

“What about the Mecha Design Department then?”

Qu Tong still held out a glimmer of hope; she could secretly activate it.

“That won’t work either. Designers often need to use their spiritual power to test the mechas when repairing and designing them,” the butler said with regret, shaking his head.

Operating a mecha required a C-rank or higher spiritual power level. The higher the spiritual power, the better the compatibility with the mecha, and the easier it was to control.

The physical rank represents overall quality, and the upper limit of the spiritual power rank will not exceed the physical rank.

And “she,” with the lowest physical rank and virtually no spiritual power, even with training, would only reach F-rank spiritual power at best.

That was futile; she could only use some low-grade spiritual power weapons.

Qu Tong was still quite interested in mechas. The mechas in the videos looked so cool and powerful; it made her itch to try them.

She had spiritual power, and the level should not be low, but she couldn’t go for testing.

She had specifically learned that birth values and physical rank levels were basic data for interstellar people, akin to age and sex, recorded in genetic records from birth.

Every testing result would be directly synchronized to the database.

Eventually, Qu Tong made a difficult choice.

“Then there are no spiritual power rank requirements for the Pharmaceutical Department and gardening, right?”

“That’s right.”

Qu Tong hesitated for a moment: “Then let’s go for the Pharmaceutical Department.”

Studying mechas would have to wait for another opportunity.

The butler pursed his lips, wanting to say something but hesitated. His gaze towards his mistress was filled with even more pity.

It made Qu Tong shiver uncomfortably.

She didn’t need sympathy; she wasn’t pitiable.

Having lost interest in watching mecha videos, Qu Tong checked the time, which was about right, and got up to go to the kitchen to make lunch.

Since she had eaten breakfast a bit late, Qu Tong wasn’t very hungry.

She decided to just cook some noodles.

There was plenty of these ingredients prepared in Qu Tong’s space: noodles, eggs, bok choy.

With the energy stone, she had bought a fridge powered by energy stones for her space. Coupled with the high-grade space button the Emperor had given, which also had a preservation function, the vegetables and fruits inside were still fresh.