Shouldn't it be the ear of corn? What does the result mean?
Although he was confused, he was already in the fertile fields, so it wouldn't be too late to go over and take a look.
Under the guidance of the tribesmen, Chen Xingzhen and his companions quickly came to the half acre of fertile land that had been specially cultivated before.
Although he had already known about the growth of this half acre of blood rice from reports from his clan members, Chen Xingzhen was still stunned when he saw it with his own eyes.
The blood rice plant, which originally grew to a height of only one or two meters, has now reached six or seven meters.
Even the stalks of the blood rice have undergone many changes, from being only as thick as a finger to being as thick as a wrist. In addition, its skin has become tougher, like tree bark.
The most peculiar thing is that where the rice ears should have been bearing blood rice, there are now three or four green fruits the size of pearls and dull in color.
There are a few strands of bright red on this green fruit. If you look closely, you can see some blood rice shapes in it.
But compared to the blood rice produced from rice ears, it is much larger.
Rather than saying these are blood rice, it would be more accurate to say that these are some unknown fruit trees.
This change was far beyond what Chen Xingzhen had imagined.
On the side, the tribesman reported again:
"Chief, the tribesmen have already tested these fruits. They are rich in blood energy and are even better than blood rice. However, the specific effects will only be known after the blood rice matures."
Chen Xingzhen nodded slightly upon hearing this:
"In that case, let the tribesmen observe for a while longer! Once the blood rice is ripe, report immediately."
"Yes, Patriarch."
…
Half a month later, Chen Xingzhen came to the fertile fields again, accompanied by many clan members who had rushed there after hearing the news.
The blood rice cakes that were still relatively green half a month ago are now blood red and about to fall, looking ripe as can be.
"Chief, these blood rices probably matured this morning. Some of the tribesmen have already tested them. Each blood rice contains about five times the amount of blood and energy of normal blood rice. Moreover, these new blood rices are also extremely effective for warriors in the Blood Coagulation Realm!"
"And the tribesmen also discovered that after the blood rice matured, the original roots did not die, but continued to grow, but the growth rate was quite slow."
Hearing this, even the clan leader Chen Xingzhen couldn't help but look delighted.
The previous blood rice could not play much of a role for the blood coagulation realm warriors in the clan, but the new blood rice solved this problem.
Instead of calling it blood rice, it would be better to call it blood rice cake.
The only drawback is that the new blood rice fruit takes a little longer to mature. It takes two crops of ordinary blood rice for the blood rice fruit to mature once, and the number of these blood rice fruit is much less than that of the previous blood rice.
On a blood rice plant, there are no more than four or five at most, and only two or three at least.
However, these shortcomings can be ignored due to the enhancement of its effectiveness.
Most importantly, these mutated blood rice plants do not need to be replanted every time they are harvested. Perhaps as the years of planting increase, the effect of the blood rice fruit will become better.
When placed in a family, this becomes the family's new foundation.
"Since they are ripe, let's harvest them all."
As Chen Xingzhen issued the order, the tribesmen who had long been curious began to pick these blood rice fruits.
"Tianyu, how is the five-leaf flower growing over there?"
"To the clan leader, I went to check a few days ago. There are no mature five-leaf flowers yet, but the growth rate is much faster than before."
"Where are those transplanted red dust plants?"
Chen Tianyu shook his head:
"It's still the same as before, no big changes."
"Just keep it for now."
Chen Xingzhen said with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He had thought about sending his clansmen to explore the ancient ruins after a while and look for other things that might be useful to the family, but now he gave up the idea.
The changes in the blood rice are all due to the Guanyin soil.
Although the ruins are ancient, things like Guanyin soil should be considered relatively precious in ancient times.
But such a precious thing was only used by the people suspected to be from the Blood River Sect to plant the Burial of Red Dust. Perhaps there are even more dangerous things deep in the ruins.
Now that the family sacred tree has fallen into a deep sleep, even if there are still good things in the ruins, it is not suitable to explore now.
In everything, safety should be the priority.
…
Time flies, and three years pass in a flash.
In the family square, a boy of about eleven or twelve years old was punching the huge rock in front of him.
The sun was scorching and sweat was already on the boy's forehead, but he didn't care at all and just focused his eyes on the boulder in front of him.
Every time the boy threw a punch, the boulder in front of him shook.
But the young man did not seem satisfied with this. After recalling his family's fighting skills, he gathered all the energy and blood in his body, concentrated it on his fist, and punched again.
"Bang!"
The huge rock in front of him suddenly let out a loud noise, and a small groove soon appeared on the rock.
At the same time, a girl's joyful shout came from behind:
"Uncle Qingcheng, you are so awesome!"
Chen Qingcheng gathered the qi and blood in his body, looked at the marks left on the boulder in front of him, and still shook his head.
This is far behind that of my brothers.
However, when he turned around and looked at the girl behind him who was clapping and cheering, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he still asked:
"Niece Xinxin, why are you here?"
Although they were of similar age, they were of different generations, which made Chen Qingcheng quite uncomfortable.
But within a family, seniority is quite important and cannot be messed up. However, after calling him by that name many times, he got used to it. It's just a name after all.
"Oh, I was so bored alone, so I came to take a look."
"By the way, Uncle Qingcheng, you said you would accompany me to Yong'an City in two days."
"Don't lie to me."
The girl chirped like a lark.
"Okay, but before I go out, I have to go back and ask my father."
"Uncle Tianquan will definitely agree!"
Not far away, Chen Xingzhen was quietly looking at the twenty or so young men in the field, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He also didn't expect that in just a few years, the last batch of children born in the tribe would have grown so big.
Although he knew that this was the effect of the power of the sacred tree, it also caused Chen Xingzhen's original concept to change slightly.
If this continues, perhaps the family will be prosperous in no time.
If a family wants to grow and develop, its clan members are indispensable.
But when he thought of the power of the sacred tree, Chen Xingzhen couldn't help but have a hint of gloom in his eyes.
I thought the sacred tree would wake up after only one or two years of sleep, but it has been more than three years and there is no response from the sacred tree.
If the sacred tree in the ancestral hall had not changed much and the sacred tree in Yong'an City was still growing, he would have suspected that the family's sacred tree was gone.
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