Lancang God and Ling Xuanluo pinched each other, but no one pleased, and in the end, in order to focus on the overall situation, they both quieted down and concentrated on cultivating red rice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the Lancang god sowed the red rice seeds into the black soil, he used a sand clock to keep time. While waiting, there was silence in the big tent.

Ling Xuanluo kept asking questions, but he didn't dare to disturb him casually, so he had to try his best to calm down. He didn't bother to look at the sand clock, only stared at the basin of water.

What Lancang God did all this for, he knew it well, and he also understood that the success or failure of this battle was all about whether or not the green shoots could break through the ground.

The sand of the sand bell flowed silently, but because the camp was too quiet, they could each hear the heartbeat in their chests, which was like thunder.

Seeing that the upper sand bucket was about to leak, Lan Cangshen's yellow teeth never let go of his lips, and hurriedly turned back to look at the water basin.

But when he saw it, he was disappointed, the black mud in the basin had not changed in any way, and the young shoots that the two of them had been looking forward to had never been seen.

"Hey......" Lan Cangshen's rough big hand pressed on the edge of the basin, and sighed: "As the saying goes, oranges are oranges when they are born in Huainan, and oranges are oranges when they are born in Huaibei." Today, it is quite appropriate to describe this red rice. ”

Ling Xuanluo was more nervous than him, and when he saw that he could speak, he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by this?" Could it be that the climate of the East China Sea and Yunnan is different, so red rice is reluctant to grow? ”

Lancang God shook his head and said, "The problem is not the climate, but the soil. This rice was born in Yunnan, although it is the same black soil, the nutrients contained in the soil of the Central Plains and Yunnan are not the same, so the rice grains have a temper. ”

His humor made Ling Xuanluo anxious, and he wanted to pick him up, but he only asked politely, "How can this problem be solved?" This is the East China Sea, how did we have time to rush to Yunnan to collect soil? ”

Lancang Shen's seriousness really couldn't last a few minutes, and he smiled: "Look at your urgency, the energy just now has been used up, do you know to ask the old man?" ”

Ling Xuanluo's face was so angry that he was about to have a seizure again, so he hurriedly said to forgiveness: "Okay, okay, let's continue to maintain a truce." I just want to remind you, don't underestimate me, I don't fight uncertain battles! ”

Ling Xuanluo stared at him, and saw him take out a white paper bag from his arms, and when he unfolded it, it was a pinch of black soil with uniform color and sufficient moisture.

"This soil, is it ......" Ling Xuanluo was surprised, very embarrassed by the impulse just now.

Lan Cangshen glanced at him, and said in a strange tone: "That's right, this is the homeland from Yunnan, and I carry it with me with great foresight, just in case, you don't need to collect it in one fell swoop!" ”

As he thought about it, he scattered the black soil along the place where the rice grains had been buried.

Mixed with the black soil of Yunnan, only a few seconds later, there was movement on the soil surface, as if there were soil insects arching outward, but what arched out were three small pieces of emerald green shoots, full of hope to emerge.

"This is a seedling! Red rice sprouted and grown! ”

Ling Xuanluo was overjoyed, and he got carried away for a while, and he pressed his shoulder regardless of the gap between him and the Lancang God.

Lan Cangshen no longer teased him, but patted the back of his hand twice, let him press on his shoulder, and his eyes quietly showed a hint of love.

Red rice is a sacred object, and it has been practiced by Sangya, so in a very short time, the three seedlings have grown from small young leaves to several tall sword leaves.

Soon, the tip of the sword leaf could no longer support the height of the crazy growth, and the blade turned outward and hung its head downward. At this moment, they saw golden ears of rice sprouting from between the sword leaves, plump out of the leaves.