A Flower Pot that is not a Pot

The professional work still needs to be left to the experts.

Using this bandit logic of grabbing a collie to do labor, Hua Lian boldly abandoned the melancholic doctor to float in the sea. Anyway, this was his ancestor's natural habitat.

She then turned her attention back to growing stubborn 'weeds'.

Hua Lian has plenty of these competitive things that have consistently won the natural selection. 

Grass, moss, algae, and any invasive growing plants she can extend her claws into; she has grown several of their close cousins and nearly every family member. They mostly died in the process, even before reaching the right age, but their sacrifices were glorious! She has grown a more resilient younger generation that will carry on the line.

These serve as the foundation of her 'flower pot', but they are still insufficient, so she must encourage their reproduction and consistently cultivate the following new generation.

Hua Lian had her ideal calculation.

She needs to alter the soil composition for her root system; at the very least, the pollution level needs to be manageable for her. Additionally, the day needs to be properly chosen. If the weather can be altered to something more stable, her chances of adjusting to her new environment will be better.

The ancients also believed in auspicious timing, festivities, and rituals. It won't hurt to prepare these as well, and she has four guests available.

Maybe she should calculate the Feng Shui or look for the almanac as well.

This act of 'transplanting seedlings' will cost her life if even a single step is wrong, which worries her.

Hua Lian paraded with her little mob of trash bin robots. Hey, when will her life of depending on the sky end? It would be good if her kind could be born directly on the soil.

That being said, although she cannot start farming yet, the 'wilderness' she raised can already be treated as a tiny ecosystem!

Her large prairie can house and be grazed by cattle! 

These docile beings can help her control the selection of plant varieties, fertilize the field naturally, multiply on their own, and even help farm in the future.

Eventually, they either end up on her plate, obediently delivering her nutritional energy, or return into the soil, supporting new life.

They have meat, and some have milk. They can be eaten in all ways. The skin and hides also have many uses. Even the bones and tendons as well.

In any case, they'll formally become part of her food chain!

She has to look at her star coins and see what she can buy; if not, she'll have to think about how to catch one.

Hua Lian was still having beautiful thoughts when Eggy arrested her.

"Little ancestor, after bouncing so happily, it's time to be a good student."

Hua Lian paused, then gingerly hid behind her trash robots. "Dad said our family is a little rich landlord. I just need to look after the land and don't need these."

"Spoiling a child rotten to the point of not making progress, that must be an evil stepfather." Eggy sneered at the mention of that chicken. "Don't listen to that unreliable guy; it still needs to be me to be your real father."

Hua Lian wanted to quibble, but Eggy turned the firepower to her.

"Also, you, a prodigal child, have squandered almost all of your inheritance in less than a year."

Hua Lan choked. There's no need to speak so truthfully.

"Hurry up and get your certificate, or start selling the planks and bricks of your flower pot."

"That must not be sold." Hua Lian shook her head like a rattle.

Although she can admit to being careless and a prodigal, not treating the precious spiritual plants as a thing, letting them grow wildly, not caring if they died, and just replacing them casually with another batch, those are still her tiny warriors, fearlessly opposing natural selection.

Those are the fundamental foundations of her future habitat! Their deaths were never in vain!

She can sell one or two newly grafted mutant plants to tide over, but that's just like getting rid of the pruned parts. Even if the spiritual plants she grew died, they must still return to the soil of her own world.

Back when Hua Lian began to show the characteristics of a plant mimic, General Hua almost had a heart attack and ran off to plan to build a sizable, sturdy greenhouse. 

"It must be constructed with mecha materials for an added layer of protection and maintained by the most sophisticated AI." Hua Xian showed his daughter the planning along with the dazzling gold-plated budget. 

At that time, the general wasn't aware that Hua Lian had already put bits and pieces on her forming concept of money. Her biggest impression was that 'Her family is currently rich, but she's a gold-swallowing beast'.

"This, and this. Also this. They require special procurement and a permit." The father wanted to carry his daughter to show off their family property. "This one can only be bought at its place of origin. That requires additional fare, and we must hire a person who is familiar with both the place and the product."

He will transport soils from agricultural planets, build artificial water sources with highly advanced filtering systems, and pick a location with good sunlight and mild weather.

Hua Lian stared at the flowing numbers and, with guilt, turned her eyes around but never at her sincere and innocent father. She wondered in silence about how long till she bankrupted their family's coppers.

Still, her growing desires were overwhelming. 

A 'flower pot'. That's right, she must be rooted in a flower pot. Somewhere she can grow. Where she can survive and live. She wanted to stretch her roots and her branches freely in all directions. 

For a plant mimic, it must be a well suited flower pot with all of her needs.

General Hua had no idea how big a 'flower pot' should be or the difference between a living, breathing, and moving humanoid plant mimic compared to spiritual plants.

With nothing to refer to, it shouldn't be wrong to associate the two species, right?

So in his simple fatherly logic, a flowerpot would be something that can be carried onto the balcony whenever the morning sunlight is particularly good. Building a greenhouse was not in conflict with it. Whenever his daughter wants to bask in the sun, he can carry her out—plant and pot together.

Hua Xian suddenly became expectant, as this could be another father-daughter bonding activity.