Chapter 178 Harvesting Mutated Rice
The autumn wind gradually died down, the morning light began to rise, Ye Zhen finished his practice and looked inward at his Danfu. The spiritual energy was abundant and condensed, and the cyclone was circling inside the inner palace. The spiritual roots underneath were thick and translucent, and the impurities were discharged from the body bit by bit along with the practice.
With a light breath, Ye Zhen observed along the orchard.
Various kinds of fruit trees grew well. Several of them were glowing with spiritual light, absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy around them freely. Streams of rich green vitality were discharged from the trees, circulating over and over again, providing Ye Zhen with vitality and spiritual energy for his cultivation.
Ye Zhen inspected the area with satisfaction. Several trees that had transformed into low-level spiritual fruits were carefully transplanted together by her. Spirit crystals were even buried at the roots. Ye Zhen had no idea how far these native fruit trees could grow.
Other fruit trees were propagated by cuttings from the leaves, and the seeds were taken from the original fruits and planted in large quantities.
With the blessing of spiritual energy, the fruit seedlings have grown to their knees.
Other ordinary fruit trees completely violate the laws of nature and grow in batches of blooms and fruits.
Her storage talismans were all full.
As usual, the changed fruit trees were moved to one area, and Ye Zhen buried the fruit cores in another place. These were the results of Ye's hard work during the holidays.
It was a big bag, and all the fruit cores, big and small, were eaten by little brother Ye.
Ever since the family knew that Ye Zhen wanted to keep the seeds, they subconsciously put the cores away after eating the fruit, and little brother Ye, the fruit crusher, contributed a large part of it.
After planting the fruit core, Ye Zhen didn't care and walked down the mountain road.
The fruit cores have all sprouted, and the tall and short fruit seedlings are all under the big fruit trees. There are many climbing vines with leaves and they are lush and green. Ye Zhen estimates that it is time to divide the seedlings.
Forget it, I'll just plant them in the rented land and use them as experimental fruit trees.
I walked and stopped here and there, and scattered a lot of seeds under the tree. I finished scattering them by the time I reached the new house.
The exterior and interior walls of the new house have been painted, and there are still some finishing touches left. Once the smell is gone, the furniture will be moved in, and the appliances will be installed.
The smell was only for outsiders to see. Ye Zhen walked in and opened the gate. Inside was a large yard like the old house. The high walls had been built and dried, and pits had been dug outside the walls. Ye Zhen planned to plant some spiritual flower trees that he had cultivated. There were some in the valley, so he could just transplant them here when the time came.
The yard was still empty, but the pond had been dug as required. When I opened the door, there was a large land window on the right, with the curtains not yet installed. The paint on the wall had a strong smell, which ordinary people might not be able to smell.
Ye Zhen used the cleaning talisman, and the mud and dust in the corners disappeared immediately, and the remaining odor disappeared instantly.
The whole house was bright and clean, with sunlight shining in through the windows and not a speck of dust left.
Ye Zhen was satisfied. There was a large hall downstairs, which Ye Zhen planned to use for entertaining guests. There was also a small hall inside for dining, but it was still bare, making the space seem quite large.
There were workers upstairs helping to install various electrical appliances and handle details. Ye Zhen did not disturb them. She took a quick look and found that the house was indeed built at a high price and was not much different from the house she had imagined.
When I got home, Dad Ye was preparing to take sacks to harvest rice. "Ye Zi, the rice in the field seems to be ripe. Let's harvest it today."
Ye Zhen calculated the time and it was indeed about time. He nodded and said, "I'll take the talisman over."
With just a few acres of land, the millet yield is high, enough for the family to have rice for a year.
Little Brother Ye was picking pomegranates in the yard. The pomegranates, as big as footballs, bent the branches so much that the branches were hanging red.
It would be fine if there were few fruits, but this year the pomegranate tree grew to the second floor. It was an old tree and had produced few fruits in previous years. This year, Ye Zhen had given it a lot of spiritual energy, so the trunk became thick and smooth, and the leaves were faintly glowing. When the sun shone on it, the whole tree looked very energetic, and the fruits grew rapidly.
Several large branches were weighed down by the ripe pomegranates, which was an unbearable weight!
Mother Ye was afraid that the branches would be broken, so she tied a tripod and erected it under the pomegranate branches. The villagers who came to visit were all amazed.
The pomegranates were very ripe, and Grandma Ye and the others were picking them. Little brother Ye was sitting on the tree like a monkey, holding a cracked pomegranate and eating it happily.
He poured a handful of fiery red pomegranate seeds into his mouth, spitting out the seeds. He heard Father Ye say that he was going to harvest the grain. He had been talking to Grandma Ye and the others, but he stopped eating the pomegranates and diligently picked the big pomegranate on his head, deliberately saying loudly:
"Milk, go on."
He wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Grandma, this pomegranate is too tall. It won't work without me. You guys can't climb up with your old arms and legs."
"There are still so many, it will take us half a day to pick them. It's really hard to climb up there."
He has things to do, so don't ever let him go to the fields to harvest rice.
How could Ye Zhen not know about Ye Xiaodi's little thoughts? Anyway, it was not suitable for Ye Xiaodi to know about the cultivation of immortals, so he pointed at Ye Xiaodi from a distance and went to the field with Ye's father.
Seeing that Father Ye and the others had left, Little Brother Ye felt that he had escaped a disaster. He picked a large pomegranate with his hand, cut it open with a knife hanging on a nearby branch, and passed it to Grandma Ye and the others below.
"Grandma, you've been busy all day, eat some pomegranates and take a break!"
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Ye Zhen came to the fields. Mulberry trees were planted all around. The trees grew fast, and the branches were not trimmed. The leaves were as lush and green as small palm-leaf fans. The two of them were not even as tall as the trees when they walked in, so people outside could not see the rice inside. Brushing aside the leaves, Ye's father said as he walked:
"These mulberry trees need to be pruned. They grow too fast and their leaves are too dense. It's hard to walk to the fields."
Ye Zhen didn't care. She planted mulberry trees mainly to pick mulberries, not to raise silkworms. If the leaves were gone, it was gone. It would be fine to just prune them.
"Then find a time to prune it, so that we can start right after the rice is harvested."
After passing through several rows of mulberry trees, the golden rice comes into view.
Ye Zhen looked up and realized that it was not that she was short, but that the rice was too tall.
Father Ye had an expression that showed he had known this for a long time, "Look, is it cooked? I think this rice is better than the one we had before."
"That's for sure. These are all second-generation optimized seeds. They taste better than before."
"Dad, should we harvest all of it and bring it back to thresh it, or should we just harvest the grain directly?"
Dad Ye touched the rice ears in front of him. There were heavy, plump rice grains hanging on them. The leaves had a unique fragrance. Although they were old, there would be some use for them if they were collected, right?
It would be a shame to let it rot in the fields, but if I took it home, it would take up space. I don't have cows at home, so I don't need so many nests for chickens, ducks, and rabbits.
There was no need to make the bed. Nowadays, no one slept in an old bed. They all slept in spring beds or new beds. After all, the ears of grain had to be dried before they could be used for making the bed. This...
Dad Ye was very conflicted. It would be so nice to sleep if he used this to make the bed.
I was thinking to myself that it would be great if I could raise cattle at home. There is little grass in the winter, and the ear leaves can be used as feed.
"Forget it, just thresh it directly, cut all the ears of corn and put them on the ground to fertilize the soil."
Ye Zhen took out the talisman, recited the formula silently, and waved his hands. Strands of rice were cut invisibly, and the grains on them were separated from the ears and entered the receptacle talisman cleanly.
Soon, only rice stalks and leaves were left in the field.
"Okay, on to the next field." Ye Zhen took out a new talisman, one for each type of millet. In less than an hour, all the grains were harvested.
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