Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 323: Ramizarn’s small class on farming knowledge!

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(Since this chapter contains a lot of very boring content, citizens of the Empire or Great Demons who are not interested in the Imperial (Science) Reality (Technology) Theory (Art) can skip it.)
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"First of all, let's talk about how to make it possible to grow crops here in six months."

Ramizane sat lazily in the highest command throne on the bridge, with the black and white long-haired cat hunched over and sitting on his knees.

They were sitting in the empty situation room, looking at the newly renovated bridge operation hall through the sensors. There were busy technical officers and crew members coming and going inside. Many of them had just undergone new limb removal, skin grafting (to remove some 'outdated' branding or tattoos) and prosthetic surgery, but everyone was in very good spirits.

Even the Cursed Echo itself.

The ancient cruiser once fell into the hands of the Red Corsairs, where it was so tainted by the crew within that the Red Corsairs called it the Venomous Birthright, until Talos escaped with the help of Octavia, who was taken to the Navigator's Room, and the final cover of the 10th Company's original Blood Covenant and the "Prime" Vandred, who was possessed by the Archdaemon of Tzeentch, and jumped into the Warp.

And Lufrex's hunting packs patrolling the ceiling and the air had long reported unusual iron biomass on the bottom of the ship, such as bleeding when their claws dug into the lower bulkheads - but now Octavia's reports were that the Cursed Echo was satisfied every day and believed that it should obtain more weapons reserves to fill its ammunition magazines, and also requested more cleaning efforts on the chine, flanks and outer armor.

"Although there is obviously no Primarch teacher 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 tear Sevatar apart, I was listening to him.)
"Your thing wasn't torn? It was his way of finding joy in misery! Fortunately, you still know to cherish him most of the time." Raising his hand to suppress Curze's protest in an unpleasant manner (*Hey, what do you mean?! What did I do to him?!), Ramizane continued, "Let's not go off topic. Let's go back to where we were just now. By the way, although you haven't read a book, there are always some things written in your genetic code. You know that 'desert' is a kind of terrain composed of something, right?"

(*(Nostramo gangster swear words) I am just forced to appear in the physical universe in the form of this creature! Not a real cat brain! - Of course the desert is made of sand!)
"Yes, very good. Our small agricultural class will begin now."

Ramizane called up some data, images and tables on the panel in front of him and straightened Curze's claws.

"According to the geological habits of ancient Terra, the sand in the desert mainly refers to silicon dioxide with particles that are small to a certain extent. Well, the obsidian of Tesaguarza is also a kind of silicon dioxide, so there is no difference in nature. When the sand and gravel in such a desert are in a purely discrete state, as soon as the never-ending winds and storms start to blow, they will scatter and start to move everywhere. Even if you take shelter from the wind inside a building, it will not work. As long as water, liquid fertilizer or similar things are poured on, they will immediately leak out from the gaps. There is almost no way to store water and nutrients for plant seeds and roots. Of course, no grass will grow, not to mention agricultural crops that still require strict requirements even after improvement. Let me remind you that even the Mechanicus's transformation plan is still to dig more basements and more mountains. But this will completely fail to utilize the already meager stellar radiation here. I really don't know why they are so keen on hollowing out mountains to place algae culture tanks, which is a behavior that is twice the result with half the effort. There is a kind of beauty that loses rational logic at this time."

(*——Wait—Wait! You’re right, why haven’t they ever thought about it? Go on.)
"After talking about sand, we need to talk about the substrate that is necessary for planting in addition to fresh water, soil. And soil is not what it seems... well, at least according to the meaning of the word "soil" in ancient Terran, it should be composed of mineral particles, water, microorganisms, air and organic matter. Under this composition, they will produce dynamic equilibrium interactions and influences, allowing the soil to produce a series of complex physical and chemical relationships, and ultimately allow plants to take root and grow on it. In other words, we need the sand to at least have the ability to 'become a rheological state when wetted by water - you can understand it as becoming mud to mud', and as the water content in it decreases, it must also be able to become a solid state of agglomeration. In addition, qualified soil must be able to continuously transform between these two states." (*According to your statement, this planet is not suitable for planting at all. It is all sand and there is no soil. However, most of the plains have begun to produce crops now - your idea of ​​the variety and quality of crops is really too... The blood-red shadow on Valer's body has now developed more than the former Ursus. I have to eat its head every day. Can't you let him rest for a while or change someone else?)
"No. Dietrian is not a biological sage. His talents have indeed gone a long way in the fields of mechanics, psionics, and anatomy, but he is still not as good as Valer in terms of biochemistry. Besides, Dietrian is too busy. His assistant Endless Gap has already boarded the departing ship."

(*Where do our merchant ships come from? And how can you do business normally?)
"Oh, this, actually, we used the Coronation of the Crown to transport it to the vicinity of the destination, and then used Dietrian's small boat. Well, uh, actually I issued a highly confidential license for traveling with the army as a ronin merchant in the name of the Lord of the First Army, so that the Ultramarines would not come on board for inspections too often. Of course, I also want to thank you for the genetic verification you provided."

(*…You really are…You really are…Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! I really can’t wait to see the expression on my good brother’s face when he finds out about all this! Hahahaha!!!!)

Ramizane waited until Curze had risen from his rolling laughter before positioning his paws and continuing.

"So to put it another way, actually, as long as you can find out what makes soil different from sand and present the functions that soil should have, and add it in, you don't have to worry about whether it is real soil or not. As long as it can allow plants to grow like soil and retain water, nutrients and roots, it will be fine. At most, it is just solid soilless cultivation. People on this planet have done it in the past few hundred years, right?"

(*……? But how do you know what materials to use? What direction to research? After all, Valer is an Astartes pharmacist, not a biological sage. And even if the research is fruitful, such large-scale implementation is impossible to directly... Damn the cursed bloodline! Are you?!)
"Yes, look." Ramizane's fingers slid across the data board with satisfaction. On it, young sprouts of plants in a greenhouse were emerging from the moist black muddy sand. "It is very useful to use the prophecy talent at this time. Just by looking at the entire panel with different proportions and materials, you can see the final experimental results..."

(*You, you are crazy!! You use the power you use to win wars and worlds to see if sand can turn into mud?!)

"Thank you. I feel very accomplished to hear you say this. However, in my opinion, military and agriculture are not in conflict. In addition, the second vision can not only be used to check the effect of the ratio of sand adhesive, but also to see how much and how thick the sand is placed in a gridded field, and even whether the newly developed genetically chimeric crops can successfully grow the desired fruits..."

(*(Incredible Nostramo swear words)(snarling))

"You see, your talent is not a curse, midnight ghost. You are the darkness before dawn. You are the real hope."

(*……(suspicious silence))

The leader of the Eighth Army silently hid his hairy head in the wide folds of his toga.

(End of this chapter)