Rebuilding a Green Civilization in Exile

[I take copyright protection seriously. I have authorized a professional litigation firm to handle copyright enforcement. Content-reposting media accounts, please refrain from stealing my work to avoid unpleasant legal disputes.] Wen Yu transmigrated to a penal colony in the future's interstellar age. The place lacked water, oxygen, and food, and everyone survived by scavenging garbage. Because his mental energy unconsciously gave off the scent of rice, people were always eyeing Wen Yu hungrily, wanting to eat him. "...What the hell." To stay alive, Wen Yu began cultivating moss and lichen, improving the soil and planting rice seedlings. He also built a greenhouse to grow some lovely little flowers and plants... Gradually, the people of the interstellar age discovered greenery growing inside a glasshouse on a barren prison planet. It had the world's tallest cycads, the extinct Rwanda water lily, and hundreds of varieties of orchids. The fruit grown there could even strengthen human mental energy... The entire interstellar world went wild. · To cure the illness caused by losing control of his mental energy, the Federation Marshal once again set foot on the barren planet. This time, he saw greenery spilling everywhere and a sign in front of the greenhouse: Line up for oxygen, 200 a day. Don't chew on the plants, and definitely don't steal the thank-yous. The somewhat fastidious marshal said, "My status is rather distinguished. Could I get a private room..." Before he could finish, the richest man in the interstellar world, the Federation's top scientist, and the Imperial prince all shoved him aside and waved their tickets. "I've got money. Give me a room first!!" "I'm the Federation's brain! I have top priority!" "Bullshit, you're the brain! I'm a prince! I want to see Boss Wen! Xiao Yu!" In the next moment, row upon row of cannons suddenly emerged from the interstellar weapon with the greatest firepower, A927, and aimed at the noisy queue. "Quiet. Line up properly." The pirate with a scar carved across his brow leisurely rolled up his sleeves and looked at the Imperial prince with an amused, cold smile. "And... who was it you wanted to see?" Reading guide: - Adorable bottom, with an enormous golden finger. - The plot makes no sense, pure wish fulfillment, an indulgent stress-relief read. - I don't accept writing advice or personal attacks. If you don't like it, feel free to leave. Theme: Plant trees and forests, protect the environment, and start with yourself.