My cultivation is too warm

Although the research and cultivation of new rice varieties has been decided, rice transplanting must continue.

It took Xu Mo and four others more than half a month to cultivate nearly twenty acres of land.

After more than half a month, everyone was suffering from backaches and pains, and cries of pain were everywhere.

However, upon seeing their results, everyone wore satisfied smiles.

Indeed, the sense of accomplishment from planting something yourself is completely different from planting it using Taoist magic.

Liang Huanhuan spread her arms wide, tilted her head back, squinted her eyes, took a deep breath of the field air, and said with a satisfied expression, "This is the land we cultivate."

Seeing her like that, Xu Mo and the others exchanged glances, chuckled, and said nothing, because they were feeling pretty much the same way.

After planting the crops, the next step was to focus on cultivating new rice varieties.

Before we began, we discussed the objectives of this study.

Xu Mo first explained, "Currently, the rice yield is more than sufficient, but that doesn't mean it can't be increased further; it's just not an urgent goal."

This wasn't because he was arrogant and complacent, but because he was very confident in his previous achievements. The current yield of rice was already quite high. If it were to be increased further, it would become somewhat illogical and unscientific, or even more than that, it would become unrealistic and impractical.

After all, the success of the previous research was largely due to the blessing of Heaven from his senior sister, Lin Miaoqing.

With the blessing of his senior sister Lin Miaoqing, who was at the Great Dao Venerable realm, he directly turned the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth into a supercomputer, pushing the output of his works to the limit that Heaven and Earth could bear.

He lacked confidence, believing he could transcend the laws of heaven and earth.

"Therefore, our primary goal this time is to conduct research on the taste."

"Although every variety of rice tastes quite good now, I think we can make them even tastier."

"Since we have five people here, let's research five different flavors of rice. Each of us will research one flavor, and then we'll name them after ourselves."

As soon as Xu Mo finished speaking, Liang Huanhuan and her daughter Xu Qingli cheered and jumped up at the same time.

"Making rice taste even better, junior brother, that's a great idea! Huanhuan agrees. Huanhuan is going to research and develop a type of rice that makes people especially happy after eating it, so that everyone can be happy every day."

After she finished speaking, Xu Qingli, who was next to her, also stood on tiptoe and hopped around waving her little hands, saying:

"Qingli, Qingli agrees too. Qingli wants to research and develop a type of rice that will make everyone want to dance after eating it."

Upon hearing this, Xu Mo broke out in a cold sweat and quickly tried to stop her, saying, "Qingli, be good, listen to me, let's try another direction. This really isn't suitable."

"Huh? Why? Why?" Xu Qingli asked, looking disappointed.

Xu Mo said, "I know your intention is to make everyone happy, but this is really inappropriate, and it overlaps with Senior Sister Huanhuan's research direction. So you should change your direction. I suggest you work on the taste, such as sweet, barbecue, etc."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingli's eyes lit up, and she became interested. "In that case, I'll study sweet-tasting rice."

Upon hearing this, Xu Mo immediately smiled with satisfaction.

Wang Er and Mo Fusheng were not a concern for Xu Mo. After listening to Xu Mo's research goals, they quickly chose their future research directions according to their own wishes.

After everyone had chosen their direction, Xu Mo began to teach them the relevant techniques and knowledge for cultivating seeds.

In this study, he did not teach everyone step by step. Instead, after imparting the relevant knowledge, he let everyone conduct their own research and exchange ideas with each other on a regular basis, while he provided guidance from the side.

There was Xu Mo, the carefree spirit farmer who was revered as the "Ancestor of New Farmers" by all living beings in the myriad realms and endless time and space.

This particular breeding effort only focused on improving the taste and didn't present any particular difficulties. Therefore, progress in breeding new seeds was rapid, and many new rice varieties were quickly developed.

In just one year, they cultivated hundreds of new rice seeds. However, although these seeds improved in taste, they still fell short of everyone's expectations and could only be considered "failures".

However, Xu Mo still kept them. Although they were failures, these rice plants were indeed much tastier than the previous ones, especially one of the seeds named "Beautiful Girl No. 9".

That was something Liang Huanhuan developed, and Xu Mo found it absolutely delicious after trying it.

Therefore, these "failed products" still have value in being retained and promoted.

He handed all the seeds over to the agricultural college, had them distribute them, and then left the decision of whether or not to plant them to the public.

Farming, harvesting, researching and cultivating new varieties, and occasionally going out together to play, watch movies, and play games.

Three years of such fulfilling days passed quickly.

Xu Mo originally thought that the newest breed that had cultivated the variety he envisioned would be either Liang Huanhuan or Senior Brother Wang Er, both former disciples of Lingmiao Peak.

But to his surprise, the first to succeed was his own apprentice, Mo Fusheng.

The new rice variety cultivated by Mo Fusheng produces grains that are crystal clear, like water droplets, without any impurities, but are rich in nutrients, more than ten times that of ordinary rice.

This type of rice was named "Healthy and Auspicious Rice" by Mo Fusheng.

He hopes that after eating it, everyone will be healthy, just like the crystal-clear rice, free from any illness, and that everything will go smoothly for them.

After Mo Fusheng's "Healthy and Auspicious Rice" was first grown on a large scale, everyone couldn't wait to cook a meal and eat it.

The rice, which is as clear and translucent as water droplets, will turn into a pure white and round jade after being cooked, without a trace of impurity.

Upon tasting, there is only a faint and pure aroma of rice; the taste is merely average.

Mo Fusheng was very satisfied with this, and then the day after the meal, he handed a savings card to Xu Mo.

Xu Mo took it and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Facing Xu Mo's questioning gaze, Mo Fusheng smiled gently and said, "Master, your disciple has done it."

"Huh? What?" Xu Mo looked completely bewildered.

Mo Fusheng softly uttered four words, "May the world be free of disease."

"What Master holds in his hands is the culmination of Fusheng's life's work, including the medical outline written by his disciple. He has researched and developed treatment plans for all the diseases currently known in the world. Even if new diseases or bacteria emerge in the future, he believes that his medical outline will have formulas that can treat them."

He then sighed, "Unfortunately, this is only the Dharma-ending Age. I don't know if my medical principles will be useful in the future, after the cultivation era."

"However, no matter what, this disciple has at least not disgraced Master."

Xu Mo stared blankly at the savings card in his hand, then looked at Mo Fusheng, who was beaming with pride. He had never imagined that something as simple as being free from illness could actually be achieved.

He recalled Mo Fusheng's miraculous experience—a mortal living for over three hundred years—and couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Perhaps it was because Heaven didn't want this doctor to leave that he had such a miraculous experience.

Having this apprentice is the greatest fortune and the pride of his life.

Then, a week later, Mo Fusheng passed away with a relieved smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)