Thank you, Xiao Yehu, Chi Jiaheng, Yang Mie Mie, and Brave Warrior for the four Fan Tickets, plus Shui Ren’s one, (covers face, voted for myself a ticket) that’s six tickets this month. Five tickets equals one additional update, and today there will be three. The second update is set at ten o’clock in the morning, and the third update at six o’clock in the evening. The recommendation tickets are also quite supportive, five hundred for an additional update, and if everyone continues to support, there might be another extra update this week. Fan Tickets continue to be solicited, four more are needed for the next Fan Ticket update, counting down on my fingers~
Cornell University, the largest and best agricultural university in America, leads the world in the field of biological ecology research.
Zhou Ziang chose Cornell University precisely because he valued its influence in biological research. Many American agro-biotech companies maintain good cooperative relationships with Cornell.
Ever since he last discovered quantifiable Spiritual Power in mutant plants, Zhou Ziang was no longer satisfied with simply obtaining Spiritual Power through the simple genetic modification of fruits and vegetables. His space’s Spiritual Power faced depletion, and by going to the United States, he might be more likely to utilize the science and technology of this world to gain more Spiritual Power, and even to transform his space.
"If I can’t return to Yunteng, then I’ll use my own hands to change the current state of the world. The country I am in now is quite backward," agriculture is the foundation of a nation, and this is precisely the key point Zhou Ziang used to convince Zhou Qiang.
China’s development relies on its rapidly growing industry, but centuries-old farming practices and an expanding population will sooner or later drag down the country’s development. Zhou Ziang believed that only by using modern technology and mutated space Spiritual Power could the country be saved.
However, in the Southwest Mountain Area of Guizhou, Zhu Xiaoxian is still tirelessly using the most primitive methods to transform her small plot of land.
"What’s with your Han Clan’s rice, why is it so dark?" Li Ye wouldn’t believe it even if he were beaten to death that the basket Zhu Xiaoxian brought back in the early morning for her class and gave to Shanyin Monk and Taohua, which she claimed was the rice she grew, shelled, looked plump enough, but the surface seemed covered in a layer of ash that couldn’t be washed clean with water.
"What do you know, step aside, uncultured person. You can’t even recognize genuine imported rice." After half a year of schooling, and with the deliberate nurturing from Zhu Shijun, Zhu Xiaoxian already knew that India is a country, and aside from India, there are over two hundred countries and regions in the world including the United States, UK, etc. The rice in the field had yet to be harvested.
The shelled rice in the basket was what Zhu Xiaoxian sneaked out when Sister-in-law Lian went to the market in town. After harvesting the rice, she also sneakily put the sickle into her space, turning it into a delicacy for the "sugarcane seedling".
"Just keep bragging, imported rice indeed. Taozi, you really mustn’t eat the rice porridge made from this stuff, or you’ll surely end up dark and fat. No one will want you when you grow up," the little baby girl Taozi, taken in by Master Shanyin, could already crawl after half a year. Taozi is a homophonic play on the name "Taohua," and Yezi decided to rename her on his own initiative.
"What are you talking about, you are the one who ate it and got dark and strong, and won’t be able to find a wife in the future," Zhu Xiaoxian retorted with hands on her hips. For that basket of rice, she even broke her hands and feet, but the rice grew well. She only harvested two bundles before Zhu Shijun caught her in the act. However, the rice she reaped, even Zhu Shijun couldn’t utter a word about it - a single plant yielded up to one hundred and fifty grains, absolutely high-yield rice. One acre of it produced no less than a thousand pounds. This was definitely the highest yield in the Southwest Mountain Area.
"Hah, Yezi won’t be able to find a wife," the children of the Han Clan have become braver since Zhu Xiaoxian became the half-boss.
"You guys are asking for a beating, aren’t you," Yezi has grown a lot in the last half year, a full head taller than the average child. If he really wanted to fight, not even all the boys in the classroom together would be enough for him to beat.
"Can’t find a wife, then just marry Zhu Xiaoxian," teased the group of little boys who played with Yezi.
"Zhu Xiaoxian is what you called her," Yezi retorted angrily, silencing the classroom.
"Someone who grows tall but not in brains, they’re talking about you," Zhu Xiaoxian was accustomed to it, and carried the basket of rice toward the temple’s kitchen.
The Fake Turkey "Little Pig" poked its head out from Yezi’s embrace, mockingly chirring at its own master – others might not know its fool of a master’s thoughts, but as it’s tucked in his embrace every day, how could it not know his small schemes.