The purpose of Xiang Chen sending this big mouse is to give them advanced magic weapon refining techniques, as well as the practice methods and experiences of Daluo Jinxian, and even Taiyi Immortal Lord's realm.

These are extremely precious to the Hongmeng Alliance.

Of course, there are also many powerful Daluo Jinxian powerhouses hunted by Xiang Chen to obtain some resources, and even some of the origins he refined himself.

Tongtian Continent, southern Xinjiang, Thousand Poison Swamp.

Xiang Chen, his confidants Xiang Tianrui, Xiang Tiantu and others were having a meeting in the conference room.

"Our future plan is to take root in the Tongtian Continent at all costs, take root in the southern Xinjiang, take the Thousand Poison Swamp as a point, and then continue to spread our influence and capabilities to the outside."

"The biggest problem at present is the development problem. You have also seen the Snake God Tribe. Although it is very powerful, civilization is very primitive and backward, and it is simply a group of human-shaped beasts."

"And a group of barbarians is absolutely impossible to become truly powerful."

Xiang Tianshi said: "Wang, why do you need these human races? We only rely on our Gold-Devouring Rat Clan and other rat races to conquer the world for you, and our reproduction speed is much faster than that of the human race."

“It’s too time-consuming and laborious to support humans.”

Xiang Chen smiled slightly and shook his head and said, "You can't think so. Racism will never be big. Only by achieving racial civilization leapfrogging and compatibility can you become the real overlord of the world!"

"Near the Thousand Poison Swamp, there are four human tribes, and now we are just occupying one of them."

"Among the forces of Jie Sect, the human race is not the strongest, but the human race has absolutely the greatest development potential, and this is the object we must strive for."

"The Thousand Poison Swamp is not suitable for survival. There are four human tribes. In the eight states in southern Xinjiang, how many human tribes are suitable for survival? There are countless."

"At present, to change the Snake God tribe, the first thing to solve is the food problem."

"However, the food problem has already emerged. The chalcedony rice that can adapt to planting in the Thousand Poison Swamp has been developed. The large area of ​​swamp silt is a fertile natural paddy field."

"When the food problem can be solved and the problem of filling the stomach can be solved, then education and etiquette will be convenient-"

Xiang Chen told them about his plan, and the Snake God Tribe also caused a great sensation.

"Shuihemu, have you really developed spiritual rice that can be produced in the Thousand Poison Swamp?" asked the patriarch Chi Qi excitedly.

"Really, our yield per mu has reached more than 300 kilograms, which has completely reached the yield of spiritual rice planted in the spirit fields of the eight states outside."

Shui Hemu excitedly took out a large amount of spiritual rice he had harvested.

The patriarch and the elders were immediately excited and crazy.

"Hahaha, okay, so good. As long as we can plant it, our people will never worry about not having enough food again."

"Yes, there is no need to lose your life for the difficult prey to be hunted in the future."

"With this spiritual rice, our snake god tribe will definitely become the most powerful tribe in the Thousand Poison Swamp in the future."

"The population will also increase greatly because of the spiritual rice!"

"Shuihemu, you have made great contributions. As long as you succeed, we will make you the elders of the clan!"

The elders were extremely excited. They knew what this meant to the tribe.

Shui Hemu said with gratitude, "I thank you Lord Snake God. He personally taught me how to cultivate hybrid spiritual rice."

The patriarch also said: "This Snake God is better than any Snake God in the past."

"Yes, it is a great blessing for our Snake God tribe to be blessed by such a snake god."

"We cannot let down Lord Snake God."

The patriarch asked again: "How many seeds do you have now planted?"

Shuihemudao: "All the harvests from the experimental fields are treated as seeds, and about 100 acres of land can be planted. When the seeds of these 100 acres of land mature into spiritual rice, the harvest can be planted at least thousands of acres of paddy fields. By the third round, the whole tribe can start planting spiritual rice."

The patriarch nodded and said, "I will immediately send a hundred tribe members to you, and you will teach them how to plant spiritual rice in person!"

"yes!"

Shui Hemu was extremely excited. His research was finally recognized by his clan members, and by the clan leader and elders.

And all this was given by Lord Snake God.

Praise the great Lord Snake God.

You said that spiritual rice can be higher than Linggu sorghum. We will definitely achieve it if we can cool down below!

The dream of enjoying the cool under the grain is also a dream of the human race!

Two days later

When the firefly swelled in the pottery guttered a faint blue light, Shui Hemu was using a bone needle to pick the hard shell of the last rice seed.

The old man's black fingers trembled like dead branches, and the tip of the needle made an accurate cross at the germ of the grain.

Dozens of young men squatting in the mud held their breath and watched attentively. The snake-shaped tattoos on their wrists flickered with the bacterial light.

"The shell of the spiritual rice is hard, and it will take at least several decades to make it sprout naturally. As long as this helps the germ open a hole, it can sprout into seedlings in just three years."

"Look at it-"Shui Hemu suddenly tilted the pottery jar, and the light blue bacteria liquid dripped on the rice seeds along the grooves at the mouth of the jar.

The originally shriveled grains swelled in water, and a spider-like mycelium network popped out from the germ. "The rotten firefly bacteria must wrap the germ but cannot drown it, just like wrapping a snake egg with moss."

The girl Aleia suddenly exclaimed. The surface of the rice seed she was holding was growing wildly, and in a blink of an eye the grains were wrapped into moldy blue balls.

"Stop! Soak the snake's bile quickly!" Shui Hemu picked up the bamboo tube and splashed out the yellow-green liquid.

When the mycelium touches the bile, it immediately atrophy and finally freezes in the right wrapping state.

"The next step is the seedling bed." The old man stepped into the newly dug shallow pit barefoot and crushed several poisonous scorpions on the soles of his feet.

He signaled the tribe to mix the snake dung that had been fermented for three months with humus soil, and then add the crushed fluorescent insect beetle: "Every inch of soil, twenty poisonous insect corpses must be rubbed into each inch of soil, and the miasma seedlings love this mouth."

When the mixed soil piled into a three-foot-high long ridge, Shui Hemu suddenly pulled out the bone knife from his waist. In the horrified eyes of the tribesmen, he cut his forearm and let the blood soak the entire ridge: "The chalcedony spirit rice has a delicate nature, so that it needs to stimulate its growth with blood."

The moment the blood seeped into the soil, the remaining poisonous insects in the ridge ditch twitched strangely.

"You must recite the third chapter of the "Ferry Classic" sow seeds!" The old man grabbed the processed rice seeds and raised them to the ridges.

The moment the grains fell to the ground, dozens of tribesmen sowed the seeds at the same time, and the chanting sounds flew away the wind and gypsy moths living nearby.

The tribesmen all learned very carefully, and these people were specially selected by the clan leader to learn to grow them.

If these people know each other in the future, they will also serve as teachers to spread the technology of planting spiritual rice to other tribe members and drive the entire tribe.
Chapter completed!