"Dear Lord Snake God, you are simply sent by God to save us." The head of the Snake God tribe said devoutly.

Xiang Chen said lightly: "The only one who can save you is yourself. Chi Wei. As long as you are loyal to me and trust me unswervingly, I can take you out of the Thousand Poison Swamp and become the overlord of southern Xinjiang in the future!"

Chi Fei quickly expressed his opinion: "We will definitely follow your footsteps unswervingly!"

Reclaimed swamp mud fields.

"The chalcedony is bones, miasma and tendons, and thousands of poisons are used to quench the rice and fat, the roots are connected to the earth's veins and the snake's tomb, and the leaves lead to the sky light to break the cloud scales--"

With the chanting of the He Jing, a strange scene appeared.

The blood-stained rice seeds burst into tender buds as soon as they touch the soil, and the seedlings were radiating abnormal purple-red.

The seedlings that originally took several years to develop quickly under the urinary urination.

Shui Hemu nodded with satisfaction and used a rake made of snake tail bone to rake corrugated gullies on the surface of the seedling bed: "Did you see it? The ridge ditch must be like a snake's belly pattern so that the seedling roots can breathe."

When night fell, the seedling bed was shrouded in the blue yarn woven by fluorescent bacteria.

The Shuihemu Cultivators used poisonous toad skin to cover the bamboo basket and made a simple insulation cover: "The dew in the middle of the year is the most poisonous, and it must be neutralized by toad cream."

He demonstrated to buckle the bamboo basket on the seedlings, and a subtle "sizzling" sound suddenly sounded in the basket - it was the seedlings absorbing the detoxification mucus secreted by the toad skin.

On the seventh full moon night, there was a strange red moon hanging over the swamp.

Shui Hemu knelt in front of the seedling bed, and his thin fingers gently pushed away the humus soil.

The roots of the purple-red rice seedlings have grown into a snake-shaped network, and each whisker ends are decorated with pearl-like bacteria sacs.

"It's time to teach you real skills."

The old man suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on the statue of the snake god he carried with him. The stone sculpture's eyes lit up green light, and he swam to the center of the ridge like a living thing, and opened his mouth and spit out a dark green mist.

Wherever the fog passes, rice seedlings are automatically pulled out of the soil, and the roots are still in a curling snake-shaped posture.

The tribe members sucked in a cold air. They had never seen rice seedlings climb out of the seedling bed like a small snake, and they had never seen anything that Shui Hemu took out from the animal skin bag - it was three hundred Taiyi Realm snake teeth soaked in venom.

"The magical artifact of transplanting rice." The old man distributed the snake teeth to everyone: "Use this to poke holes in the mud, and the seedling roots will drill in themselves."

He demonstrated the snake's teeth diagonally inserted into the mud. The rice seedlings "swoosh" into the hole as soon as they approached the hole, and the root system automatically expanded into an umbrella-like structure.

Amuza tried but something went wrong. The snake teeth he inserted were too straight, and the rice seedlings struggled to exit as soon as they entered.

"The wrists should be raised like snake heads!" Shui Hemu grabbed the boy's wrist and pressed them down violently, teaching him to exert force correctly.

It’s strange that after adjusting the angle, the snake teeth were planted again, and the rice seedlings immediately took root.

Xiang Chen was also terrified when he looked at this scene, a simple version of rice transplanter?

We really can't underestimate the wisdom of the working people.

Xiang Chen rubbed his chin, technology is the primary productive force. Let the Gold-Eating Rat Factory get a few real rice transplanters out.

At the darkest moment before dawn, everyone came to the paddy fields prepared in advance. The water depth here was strictly controlled at three inches, and an oil film made of fluorescent insect corpses floated on the water surface.

The Shuihemu Cultivators used a measuring instrument made of snake bones to measure the water depth: "The roots will hang themselves when they are shallow, and the rice stalks will turn into hollow poisonous weeds."

When the first ray of sunlight pierces the miasma, the hundreds of acres of paddy fields are covered with purple-red seedlings.

But Shui Hemu suddenly stopped the tribe members who were about to rest: "Now I want to bury the insect tomb!" He opened the pottery jar covered with animal skins on the shore, and there were hundreds of poisonous insects that were roaring inside.

"Each poisonous insect corresponds to a rice plant." The old man grabbed two tangled bamboo leaf insects, skillfully cut them off and buried them in the ridge of the field.

The tribesmen followed suit, and soon there were fertilized poisonous insects next to each rice seedling.

Shui Hemu used his blood-stained fingers to paint strange ancient runes in the void of rice fields. Those who don’t know about this strange scene would have thought they were doing some sacrifice ceremony.

The day of weeding is chosen when the month is in decline. The special weed killer made by Shui Hemu led the tribe's people is made of the spine of an unmatched female snake.

These snake bones were sharpened as blades, and snake teeth that could release paralyzing toxins were embedded at the end of the shank.

"The grass leaves are drawn on the left, and the rice leaves are drawn on the right." The old man demonstrated using a snake bone knife to wander among the rice clumps. When the blade touches weeds, it will automatically secrete toxic gas, and when it touches the rice leaves, it will release healing hormone.

A young hunter was too heavy to attack, and the snake bone knife suddenly grew and wrapped around his wrist like a real snake.

The fertilization process is more like a kind of magic ritual. Two tribe members are in a group, one holds a ox horn pot filled with rotten firefly fluid, and the other holds a pot filled with poisonous insect powder.

Shui Hemu stood on the ridge of the field and beat the snakeskin drum. Every time the drum beat sounded, the fertilizer would complete the following actions simultaneously:

"Bacteria droplet roots - insect powder rises on leaves -" As the old man sang hoarsely, the bacterial liquid and insect powder collided in mid-air, exploding a mass of phosphorus fire.

These blue flames not only did not hurt the rice leaves, but instead burned the lesions on the surface of the leaves.

The most thrilling thing is the insect removal technique. When rice planthoppers flooded, Shui Hemu took twelve newborns' purple river carts, mixed them with snake blood into a paste and applied them to the rice stalks.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the entire rice field heard a creepy "crack" sound - translucent snake-shaped phantoms emerged from countless rice stalks, swallowing all the pests.

Ten years passed quickly.

The Shuihemu people knelt on the ridge of the field.

The plump rice ears under the moonlight automatically hang down, and the ears and grains collided to make a sound of gold and jade.

The old man suddenly burst into tears: "The ancestors tried the spiritual rice that had not been alive for seventeen generations... Finally... it was finally developed in my hands."

Aleia curiously broke a grain of rice and found that snake-like scaly patterns naturally grew in the rice core.

When she subconsciously licked it lightly with the tip of her tongue, a rich fragrance suddenly bloomed in her mouth.

This fragrance forms a natural contrast with the surrounding fishy silt.

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she chewed it carefully, and the fragrance of rice and the slight sweetness spread in her mouth.

This taste is completely different from the foods collected.

Such delicious food can be planted in this fishy mud, praising Lord Snake God and Grandpa Shui Hemu.

The next day, Shui Hemu led his tribe members to harvest the golden spiritual rice.

They can leave a little bit of these spiritual rice as a reward for their food, and most of them will be used to make seeds for the next planting.

This time, only one hundred acres were planted. For tribes with a population of hundreds of thousands, treating them as food is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.
Chapter completed!