Han Qing felt a small tinge of envy. Although he had a gentle personality, he was no fool. For a child of a mountain gate manager to be sent to a literacy class with the children of inner gate elders, his background was undoubtedly impressive.
He had also seen Manager Zhou, a thirty-year-old man at the Lingyuan realm. Just from his demeanor, one could tell that he was of high birth.
He wasn't dwelling on the aroma of the spiritual food, but as soon as he put down the animal skin scroll and looked up, he suspected his eyes were misleading. The five-year-old chubby boy from the Grand Elder's house, who had only been practicing for a year, seemed to have reached the first level of Qi Refining?
This little fellow has dual spiritual roots of water and fire, and is of the top ninth grade. If he could change any one of these spiritual roots, he would be an absolute genius, but it just happens that the water and fire spiritual roots are mutually exclusive.
A child with such spiritual roots would rarely appear in the Savage Continent even after a thousand years. However, history has proven this countless times: it is easy for them to draw Qi into their bodies, but it is difficult for them to cultivate.
The Grand Elder and his legitimate son have not given up, but it is said that the Grand Elder's illegitimate son is already ready to make a move!
"Tutengteng, you are so awesome!" Han Qing gave his sincere blessing after confirming it.
Tutengteng felt the gentleman's kindness and shyly twisted her body. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "Mr. Han, yes, it was my husband who helped me break through."
Zhou Sanbao in the back row of the classroom had a very angry expression. He hadn't even started raising fish yet, but his little fish had already exposed him.
Sure enough, when Han Qing heard the word "husband", his expression became a little unhappy.
Before he could ask, a group of young boys in the classroom, especially Zhao Lianlian's supporters, began to criticize Zhou Sanbao.
Han Qing was stunned for a moment before he understood. He then looked at the person who was "debating with the scholars" with a red face and neck, and whose mouth was particularly sharp. It was Jiang Mi, the granddaughter of the clan leader.
Well, they are looking for husbands on their own, so the Sect Master and the Grand Elder shouldn’t cause him any trouble, right?
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It was said that the hot summer weather was ideal for the growth of spiritual rice, improving its quality and producing different varieties. To get a good start for their new home, Xiao Yu and Zhou Yanzhi put a lot of effort into planting this first batch of spiritual rice.
The final result was a bit counterproductive.
The hybrids were indeed there. Ever since the rice began to mature, the couple had not asked for help from the Four Treasures and Six Treasures, and had been busy all week doing everything themselves. They had received over three thousand hybrids, of which over a hundred had evolved to the level of top-grade spirit stones.
This is definitely a milestone in the history of spiritual rice cultivation in the entire Southern Wasteland over the past thousand years. Well, there's no need to compare it to other continents; the situation is even worse than here.
The problem is——
"...On average, one acre of land only yields 230 kilograms?" Xiao Yu repeatedly asked Zhou Yanzhi.
"..." Zhou Yanzhi was also a little embarrassed. He and his wife had worked hard on farm work for almost a whole season, but the final harvest was not enough to support the family.
This is probably the first time Mr. Zhou has been so embarrassed in his life!
He was once a powerful figure, but he probably never thought that this day would come!
"How could this happen?" Xiao Yu felt his status as the God of Land was being challenged. "Grandpa Yuan's rice crop is even worth more than this."
Zhou Yanzhi was silent for a while, looked at the rice still piled on the martial arts training ground, and laughed dryly: "How about we learn from Grandpa Yuan and do some research on hybrid rice ourselves?" This harvest was really not enough for his four sons and fat girl to eat.
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Xiao Yu was depressed and smiled bitterly: "If only it were earlier, I could ask Grandpa Yuan to help me with the research."
Zhou Yanzhi nodded in agreement. He was embarrassed to say that he had noticed long ago that the rice ears here looked similar to the rice on Earth, but because of the grains and structure, there were not many rice grains on an ear.
He communicated this situation to Earth and gave them seeds for research. The result was that only a few seeds survived twice, and they were in a degraded state.
In other words, the spiritual seeds from the wild world are difficult to survive on Earth, but the seeds from Earth, as long as they pass through Xiao Yu's hands, can basically survive and slowly optimize into spiritual seeds through the survival of the fittest.
The answer given by the Earth was similar to what he guessed, that spiritual energy greatly promoted the growth of plants.
"Brother, no, let's have a fasting pill feast at home!" Xiao Yu sighed.
Zhou Yanzhi felt his heart pound! How awful! He was actually facing the situation of not being able to support his wife and children one day!
"That's not necessary. There are a lot of monsters in the Suzaku Forest next door." No matter what, he would not let his lover and children survive by relying on fasting pills like the cultivators in this world.
Although cooking is troublesome for other cultivators, isn't it because spiritual plants, vegetables, fruits, rice and noodles are rare?
When it is impossible to refine and remove the impurities, high-level cultivators choose not to eat it, fearing that it will delay their cultivation time. Low-level cultivators simply cannot afford to eat it.
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"and……"
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"Have you ever thought, Xiaoyu, that perhaps the reason our spiritual rice yield is so low is because there are three alien species in almost every acre of land?"
Are three alien species a lot? Xiao Yu wanted to say. Then he thought of something.
Three alien species per acre in a thousand acres of land is not a lot, but in his former family, which had intermediate-level spiritual grains, the alien species that could be produced in ten thousand acres of spiritual fields were also very rare. Sometimes, the number did not even reach this level.
Not to mention, as far as he knew, the higher the quality of the spiritual rice and wheat here, the lower the yield. Previously, when he was in the outer sect spiritual garden, he heard gossip about a senior disciple who planted 80 kilograms of spiritual rice per acre and was then transferred away by the inner sect disciples.
He just listened to it at the time and didn't take it to heart.
I just thought they didn't know how to grow it, but now I think about it, they're already several times more productive than others. I've only seen two to three thousand kilograms of yield per acre, and this is the only thing I can get from a thousand acres. I feel like I'm not worthy of being Chinese!
"After hearing what you said, I feel that if I can grow more than 300 kilograms of income per acre, that's enough. Any more and I'm afraid it will cause panic."
Three hundred catties is a lot! Zhou Yanzhi thought to himself that he had inquired about the spiritual rice in the Southern Wasteland. During the peak season, the yield per mu of spiritual rice was over one hundred catties, and at other times, it was only fifty or sixty catties.
"Let's do this for now!" Xiao Yu looked at the pile of spiritual rice in the martial arts training ground, "Go and hand in the task, and we'll eat new rice tonight."
This emotion really comes and goes quickly! Zhou Yanzhi smiled: "Okay, I'll get it done in a moment. Let's keep it simple tonight, Dongpo pork. I haven't had it in a while."
"OK!" Xiao Yu gestured. Thinking of the rosy-colored braised pork, he couldn't help drooling. He hadn't made or eaten it for a long time.
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