"You, what did you say?" Shui Hemu thought he had heard it wrong and asked in disbelief.

Xiang Chen said: "Your ancestors' ideas are correct. If a tribe wants to grow and develop, it must have a sustainable food source, so I plan to support your research."

Shui Hemu immediately knelt down excitedly and said in tears: "Thank you, Lord Snake God, thank you."

He was so excited. In the tribe, many people regarded their family like fools, did not collect them, nor actively participated in hunting, and were all trying to tinker with the spirit valley that people from outside the Thousand Poison Swamp ate.

Can the Spirit Valley have the aroma of meat? Can the energy it contains more meat?

"I will provide you with enough food so that you don't have to be distracted from going out to hunt, and will also provide you with planting techniques."

"Do you know what hybridization technology is?"

"Hybrid technology?" Shui Hemu was stunned when he heard this.

Xiang Chen smiled slightly, reached out and stroked gently in the void, and a three-dimensional image of light and shadow suddenly appeared. In the image, two different spiritual rice plants were suspended vividly in the air.

"Look at it." Xiang Chen pointed to the spiritual rice with full ears on the left and said: "This is an ordinary chalcedony spiritual rice outside, which is cold and drought-resistant, but is extremely sensitive to miasma."

He pointed to a short but well-developed weed on the right, "This is a miasma grass specialty of your swamp. Although the grains are bitter and uneating and the oxalis is strong, it can grow wildly in a highly toxic environment."

Shui Hemu widened his eyes and leaned forward unconsciously, not even his clothes were covered with mud. His rough fingers trembled as he tried to touch the phantom, but then he retracted in awe halfway.

"The essence of hybridization is to take the strengths of both." Xiang Chen's fingertips burst out with golden light, and the shadows of the two plants suddenly merged. The pollen drifted like sparks, and the stems, leaves and veins began to reorganize.

"First use the stamens of the chalcedony rice to pollinate the miasma grass—" A 100-fold magnification flower instrument structure appeared in the phantom, and the details of the pollen adhering to the stigma were clearly visible.

The old man suddenly knelt into the mud, and the turbid tears washed away the mud marks on his face: "So that's it! So that's it! The old ancestors tried to transplant directly and soaked the medicine liquid, but never thought of letting them... let them..."

He was so excited that he showed a mixed gesture that was not very elegant, and his worn cuffs threw out mud points.

Xiang Chen helped the old man up and continued to demonstrate: "I can use my magic power to help you ripen the seeds after hybridization."

The light and shadow accelerated the flow, showing the process of breeding in the third generation: the grains of the first generation of hybrid seeds are still highly toxic, and the second generation has differentiated. By the third generation, several plants finally retained the full ear shape of the chalcedony rice, and the stems and leaves also showed the anti-toxic patterns unique to the miasma grass.

"The most important thing is this--" Xiang Chen suddenly blinked his fingers, and the image was frozen at the roots of a seedling.

I saw that the surface of the roots was covered with a mycelium-like fluorescent net: "To allow the root system to symbiotic with the unique worms of the swamp, these myceliums can transform toxic miasma into nutrients."

Shui Hemu's body was shocked, and his thin hands grabbed his sparse white hair tightly. He stumbled towards the test field, frantically spread the rice bushes to check the root system, and grabbed the mud to the tip of his nose and sniffed it hard.

"Rotten Firefly...No wonder...No wonder my improved variety grows the best next to the rotten corpse pit!" The old man cried and laughed, his muddy face looked like cracked pottery figurines.

A roll of jade slip flew out from Xiang Chen's sleeve and was suspended in front of the old man: "The key points of the arrangement of seventy-two hybrid arrays are recorded, as well as my special recipe for rejuvenation and warmth infusion."

He paused: "But the most important thing is-" Suddenly pressed the old man's shoulder, and his pupils appeared with snake-like vertical pupils, "You must learn to use your spiritual sense to guide plants to actively mutate."

Shui Hemu felt a warm current pouring into his mind, and suddenly "see" countless green light spots flowing among the rice plants. It was the spirituality of plants and trees that he had never felt!

The old man staggered back two steps, then rushed back and kowtowed, smashing the mud on his forehead out of a deep pit: "The little old man is willing to swear with his blood, and this life will make the spiritual rice covered with the Thousand Poisonous Swamp!"

The sound of drums from the tribe's evening festival came from afar, alarming a group of blood-feathered crows. The sunset lengthened the figures of the two and threw them on the sickly experimental field, as if the yellow rice ears were coated with gold edges.

Xiang Chen returned to the palace where he lived, but unexpectedly there were a group of girls in the palace.

There are ten girls in this group, with wheat-colored skin, delicate and beautiful facial features, and a little fear in their eyes.

Xiang Chen looked at the Protector Frost Teeth in surprise.

Frost Ya quickly explained: "The Lord is the patriarch of the tribe who offered sacrifices."

Snakes are naturally lustful. In the past, snake gods often harmed women in the tribes. Beautiful virgin girls in the tributes have become the tradition of worship in the tribes.

Xiang Chen frowned slightly. Although he was a slut and liked to visit brothels and would refuse beauties from the arms of his arms, he did not like this method.

However, the other party has already sent it, so it will not make these women feel anxious and uneasy.

He looked at the ten women and asked, "What are your names?"

The women were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. One of the cute girls with big eyes, Primitive Loli, said, "Go back to the Snake God, my name is Jasmine."

"Return to Lord Snake God, my name is Hongshao."

"My name is Huang Lian--"

The women all reported their names.

Xiang Chen said: "From now on, you will be the palace maids in my palace. You will be responsible for the hygiene and cleaning of the palace."

"yes!"

The girls responded quickly, feeling nervous, wondering why Lord Snake God did not favor him and others?

Chitian said beside him: "Master, now you have taken down the snake god tribe, should you strike while the iron is hot and you will take down and capture other tribes?"

Xiang Chen shook his head slightly and said, "Don't worry, take down a group of primitive people. What's the use of more people?"

"I plan to use the Snake God Tribe as the pilot to develop their civilization and upgrade civilization and technology."

The two rats of Frost Tooth and Serita looked at each other, but at least they were overlords of one galaxy and had seen many civilizations.

In comparison, the human race here is indeed too primitive and backward. It is not too much to say that eating raw meat and drinking blood. That is, it is born in a good place like Tongtian Continent, and its bloodline is powerful.

However, when their own Gold-Eating Rat Clan comes, with the Gold-Eating Rat Clan as the pioneer, and enough manpower can lead this tribe to evolve civilization drastically.

In the vast world, what you don’t need is time.

Soon, three hundred and twenty years passed.

The fog in the morning light had not yet dissipated, and Shui Hemu was already standing on the ridge of the test field with a hunched back. The old man's thin fingers trembled and pushed away the dew-stained rice leaves - his face was full of excitement and joy.

In the experimental field, the heavy rice ears almost bent the stems, and the green grains in the gold are as full as pearls.
Chapter completed!