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Previously, he had cultivated a unique chili that was popular in the Kingdom of Dawn.

It was said that he had used the method of cross-breeding wild pepper with Mala Heaven Pepper to cultivate a new variety. Not only was Mala Heaven Pepper spicy, but there was also the numbing feeling of wild pepper. It was a wonderful combination. This creation greatly increased his reputation. Moreover, the money earned was not small. Countless people loved to eat this Mala Heaven Pepper.

Old Song was even more selfless. He didn't hide the seeds of the Mala Heaven Pepper at all. He announced them to the public and gave them to anyone who wanted it. Of course, he wouldn't do it for free. He would collect a portion of the fees. However, the fee was just for show. In the future, if someone else planted it, the seed would not be valuable anymore. Anyone could plant it.

This was a noble spirit of dedication.

If he controlled the seeds and did not release them, or sold them at a high price, the wealth he would create would be astonishing.

Of course, this also allowed him to obtain a great status in the city. His reputation was extremely high, and he was respected by everyone.

Now, it was said that Old Song had started to research new rice seeds. If he was successful, it would definitely lead to another craze and be sought after by people.

"Soon, soon..." Old Song revealed an honest and peaceful smile on his face, which made people feel a sense of closeness.

"Haha, then Old Song, you should go quickly. If you succeed, the entire human race will benefit. This was a good thing! If there's anything you need, just say it and I will do my best to satisfy it. Even if I can't do it, I can report it to the Castellan." Zhang Qingshan said with a smile.

His attitude was very friendly, and he had always respected those with ability.

Old Song chuckled as he walked out of the city gate with his hoe on his shoulder. He went to the exclusive planting area outside.

Because of privatism, many people who chose to farm could get a portion of the land. But the land didn't belong to them. It belonged to the Kingdom of Dawn. They had the right to cultivate the land, and they only had to pay a very low tax for the crops they harvested. Other than the right to sell, their other rights were similar to that of private property.

Old Song had his own field.

As he walked, he thought to himself.

"According to a type of hybrid rice I saw in the Scripture Library and the book Plant Grafting, it's through the grafting and cultivation of different species, and the genetic transformation and fusion between them. Although I don't quite understand what genes mean, it should be like a boar mating with a domestic pig, giving birth to a new herd of pigs between the two.

"Previously, I had used the grafting method of wild pepper and Mala Heaven Pepper to cultivate it no less than ten times before I finally succeeded in cultivating the true Mala Heaven Pepper. It's impossible for grafting techniques to succeed on the first try, so failure is normal.

"And this time, I'm crossbreeding the snow pear tree with rice. I hope that the deliciousness of the snow pear could be directly integrated into the rice. What kind of wonderful taste would that be? I've already tried a few times. Whether I can succeed or not depends on this one." Old Song thought to himself.

He was full of anticipation for the new species he was about to cultivate, and his mood became cheerful.

If an excellent breed was cultivated, it could even be upgraded to the level of spiritual rice. He could imagine how great a change it would bring to the entire Kingdom of Dawn if he could cultivate spiritual rice. Cultivators ate spiritual rice, which was very beneficial for their cultivation.

In fact, it was not that there was no spiritual rice in the market, but the quantity was still very small. Most importantly, there were not many types.

If he could add a new type of spiritual rice to the Kingdom of Dawn, not only would he be able to obtain great benefits, but he would also be able to obtain a large number of merit points.

With merit points, he could go to the Scripture Library to exchange for better cultivation techniques and cultivation resources. He could also step onto the fast road of cultivation.

"This is a paradise for the human race. I should work hard for the rise of the Kingdom of Dawn!" He said.

After finding out that there was food like spiritual rice and spiritual grains in this world, his goal was to cultivate species that contained spiritual energy.

At present, he only had ordinary grains, rice seeds, and ordinary vegetables. After being planted, although the yield of these plants and rice seeds was extremely high, and due to the difference in environments, they had even undergone some mutations and began to contain a trace of Spiritual Qi. However, these weren't spiritual vegetables. They had only been contaminated with a trace of Spiritual Qi. The taste was better than before, but there was no fundamental change.

Perhaps after many times of cultivation, many times of improvement, after several years of cultivation, it was possible for these grains to transform and become spiritual grains. However, there was still a chance. Who knew how long it would take and how many times of improvement it would take for a fundamental transformation to occur under the creation of heaven and earth?

As a result, he thought about how to improve the rice grains and increase the chances of them transforming into spiritual grains.

What he enjoyed was the joy of success. It was the process of transformation. The joy of harvest was the most satisfying.

Old Song was in a good mood and quickly went to the farmland.

However, when he arrived, his expression changed and his body started to tremble. He saw that the field was filled with broken stalks. It wasn't just one or two stalks, but large pieces of them.

After the mutation, the rice grew very quickly, and the stalks became longer, thicker, tougher, and stronger. Even the most ordinary rice could grow to two or three meters tall once it ripened. Naturally, it could produce more rice, and the yield per mu was extremely high.

The newly cultivated rice was even taller, no taller than three to four meters. The rice grains that were produced were plumper, and each grain was as big as a grape. They looked like pearls, which was very pleasing.

But now, they were all lying on the ground, their straws were bitten off, the rice was ruined, and eaten. More than half of the three mu of fertile land he had planted had already been destroyed. The fields of the other people nearby suffered the same fate.

"My snow pear rice! We're finished, we're all finished!"

"Rats, those damn rats, why are there so many rats suddenly appearing? Could it be a rat disaster?"

"My snow pear rice! It was almost mature, but it encountered a rat disaster. A few months of hard work had been completely wasted. I'll kill you stinky rats!"

Old Song trembled with anger when he saw the scene in the fields.

All the rice had been destroyed, and in the field, huge rats were crazily gnawing on the rice, straws, and other things. These rats had bloodthirsty red eyes. The smallest one was the size of a puppy that was a few months old. There were even bigger ones, comparable to a calf. It was a shocking sight.