Chapter 299 Blood Rice Fruit

Shouldn't it be ears of rice? What does the result mean?

Although he was confused, he was in the fertile field at the moment, so it wouldn't be too late to go and take a look.

Under the leadership of the tribesmen, Chen Xingzhen and his companions quickly came to the half-acre fertile field that had been specially cultivated before.

Although he had already known the growth of this half-acre of blood rice from the tribesmen's reports, Chen Xingzhen was still stunned when he saw it with his own eyes.

The blood rice plant, which originally grew only one or two meters in height, has now reached six or seven meters.

Even the rice stalks of blood rice have undergone many changes, from the original thickness of only one finger to the current thickness of a wrist. In addition, its skin has become tougher, like tree bark.

The most special thing is that the rice ears that should have grown blood rice are now hung with three or four pearl-sized, dull green fruits.

On these green fruits, there are also a few strands of bright red. If you look closely, you can see some of the shape of blood rice.

It's just that compared with the blood rice produced in the rice ears, it is much larger.

Rather than saying that these are blood rice, it is better to say that they are some unknown fruit trees.

Such changes are far beyond what Chen Xingzhen thought.

On the side, the tribesmen reported again:

"Chief, the tribesmen have tested these fruits. They are rich in blood energy and are better than blood rice. However, the specific effect needs to wait until these blood rice matures to know."

Chen Xingzhen nodded slightly:

"In this case, let the tribesmen observe it again! Once these blood rice matures, report immediately."

"Yes, chief."

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Half a month later, Chen Xingzhen came to the fertile field again, accompanied by many tribesmen who came after hearing the news.

The blood rice fruit, which was still relatively green half a month ago, is now blood red and about to fall, looking ripe.

"Clan leader, these blood rices probably matured this morning. The clan members have already tested them. Each blood rice has about five times the blood and qi of normal blood rice, and these new blood rices are also very effective for blood coagulation warriors!"

"And the clan members also found that after these blood rices mature, the original roots will not die, but continue to grow, but the growth rate is quite slow."

Hearing this, even the clan leader Chen Xingzhen couldn't help but show joy on his face.

The previous blood rice could not play a big role for the blood coagulation warriors in the clan, but the new blood rice has solved this problem.

It's better to call it blood rice fruit instead of blood rice.

The only drawback is that the new blood rice fruit takes a little longer to mature. Ordinary blood rice will mature only once after two harvests, and the number of these blood rice fruits is much less than that of the previous blood rice.

On a blood rice plant, there are only four or five at most, and only two or three at least.

However, these shortcomings can be ignored for the enhancement of its effectiveness.

Most importantly, these blood rice plants that have undergone mutations do not need to be replanted every time they are harvested. Perhaps as the years of planting increase, the effect of blood rice fruit will become better.

This is the new foundation of the family.

"Since it is ripe, harvest them all."

As Chen Xingzhen issued the order, the tribesmen who had been curious for a long time began to pick these blood rice fruits.

"Tianyu, how is the growth of the five-leaf flower?"

"Reporting to the tribe leader, I went to check a few days ago. There are no mature five-leaf flowers for the time being, but the growth rate is much faster than before."

"What about the few transplanted Zang Hongchen?"

Chen Tianyu shook his head:

"It's still the same as before, no big changes."

"Keep it first."

Chen Xingzhen said thoughtfully.

He had thought about sending tribesmen to explore the ancient ruins after a while and find other things useful to the family, but now he has given up this idea.

The changes in blood rice are all due to the Guanyin soil.

Although the ruins are old, things like Guanyin soil should be considered precious in ancient times.

But such precious things are only used by the people suspected to be from the Blood River Sect to plant the Buried Red Dust. Perhaps there are more dangerous things in the depths of the ruins.

Now that the family's sacred tree has fallen into a deep sleep, even if there are still good things in the ruins, it is not suitable for exploration now.

Everything should be based on safety.

…

Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

In the family square, a boy of eleven or twelve years old is constantly punching the boulder in front of him.

The sun is scorching, and the boy's forehead has already been sweating, but the boy doesn't care, just focusing his eyes on the boulder in front of him.

Every time the boy punches, the boulder in front of him shakes.

But the boy doesn't seem to be satisfied with this. After recalling the family's fighting skills, the boy condenses all his blood and energy, gathers it on his fist, and punches again.

"Bang!"

The boulder in front of him instantly burst into a loud noise, and a small groove soon appeared on the boulder.

At the same time, a girl's joyful shout came from behind:

"Uncle Qingcheng, you are so awesome!"

Chen Qingcheng gathered his blood and qi, looked at the marks left on the boulder in front of him, and still shook his head.

This is still far behind his brothers.

But when he turned around and looked at the girl behind him who was clapping and cheering, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he still asked:

"Niece Xinxin, why are you here?"

They are of similar age, but their generation is one generation apart, which makes Chen Qingcheng quite uncomfortable.

But in the family, generation is also very important and cannot be messed up. However, after calling each other many times, he has become accustomed to it. It is just a name anyway.

"Oh, I am too bored alone, so I came to take a look."

"By the way, Uncle Qingcheng, you said you would accompany me to Yong'an City in two days."

"Don't lie to me."

The girl chirped like a lark.

"Okay, but before I go out, I have to go back and ask my father."

"Uncle Tianquan will definitely agree!"

Not far away, Chen Xingzhen was quietly looking at the twenty or so teenagers in the field, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He did not expect that in just a few years, the last batch of children born in the family would be so big.

Although he knew that this was the effect of the power of the sacred tree, it also changed Chen Xingzhen's original concept a little.

If this continues, perhaps the family will be prosperous in a short time.

If the family wants to grow and develop, the clan members are indispensable.

But when thinking of the power of the sacred tree, Chen Xingzhen couldn't help but have a hint of depression in his eyes.

I thought the sacred tree would wake up after sleeping for only one or two years, but it has been more than three years and there is no reaction from the sacred tree.

If the sacred tree in the ancestral hall has not changed much and the sacred tree in Yong'an City is still growing, he would doubt whether the family's sacred tree is gone.