Insect Grass

He worked until dark, finally finishing the rough measurement of the Magic Potion Tunic's area.

After all, one Spirit Worm could only affect 150 mu of Magic Potion, so the Magic Potion Tunic was very small, only 500 mu.

In the short term, 500 mu was enough.

Russell didn't think he had any other channels to obtain new Spirit Worms; Spirit Worms were too rare.

The reason nobles had a continuous supply of Spirit Worms was that during the long process of cultivating Magic Potions, there was a small chance of new Spirit Worms being gestated from the Magic Potions. Although there was a chance of Spirit Worms gestating in the wild, it was almost negligible.

Within the 10 to 20-year lifespan of a Spirit Worm, being able to cultivate another Spirit Worm was considered very lucky.

As for Spirit Worms evolving into Mushroom Birds or Elves, the probability was equally pitifully small.

Fortunately, Elves had lifespans of 50 years or more, and even 100 years was not uncommon. Such a long lifespan was enough to cultivate many Spirit Worms for the family, and then one of the Spirit Worms would luckily evolve, continuing to supply the family's Magic Potions.

"I hope my Mushroom Worms, Spirit Worms, cultivate Magic Potions diligently, and then quickly cultivate successor Spirit Worms..."

Butler Morris handed over a jade box containing the Spirit Worms.

Russell took it casually.

Inside lay three lazy, plump worms. These worms had brilliant patterns on their bodies and a texture as smooth as jade. Not only did they lack the disgusting feeling of ordinary worms, but they also gave off a cute and endearing vibe.

"Mushroom Worm, little one, you'll settle down here first." Russell reached out his hand, and the Fluorite Mushroom Worm, with its vibrant green patterns, crawled onto his palm as he willed it.

These Spirit Worms had already been contracted and were telepathically connected to Russell, allowing him to control them simply.

"Wow, what magical and beautiful little creatures," Charles exclaimed from the side, "It's truly unimaginable that they are used to create Magic Potions and magical materials, adding infinite beauty to our lives."

He walked to the largest and thickest birch tree, and Russell placed the Fluorite Mushroom Worm on the trunk.

As if understanding that its new home was complete.

The Fluorite Mushroom Worm crawled a few times on the trunk, then impatiently opened its tiny mouth and spat out a small seed. If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't even see the seed.

The seed fell onto the birch tree trunk.

Instantly.

A cluster of green mushrooms grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. With slender stems and flat caps, they looked extremely delicate. A cluster of Fluorite Mushrooms had seven or eight fruiting bodies, arranged in a ring, looking like a large green flower at first glance.

These mushrooms could emit a green glow at night, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Some people also called them ant streetlights.

However, the Insect Grass was clearly larger than ordinary Magic Potion Fluorite Mushrooms. The Insect Grass on the birch tree trunk was as large as a washbasin.

"Well done, little guy." Seeing that the Insect Grass was stable, Russell picked up the Mushroom Worm and put it back into the jade box—when the Insect Grass was attacked, it would condense into a seed and then return to the Mushroom Worm's body as magic power.

Protecting the Mushroom Worm meant protecting the Insect Grass.

"Rudy." Russell turned around and looked at an old man among the serfs. "You've been growing Fluorite Mushrooms for my father for a long time. Now, I will appoint you as the Tunic Chief of the Magic Potion Tunic, responsible for managing the serfs and growing Fluorite Mushrooms well."

Rudy was a serf technician gifted to Russell by the Baron. Although called a technician, he was just a serf who knew how to grow Magic Potions.

Upon hearing this, Rudy was overjoyed and said, "Master, please rest assured, Red-Nose Rudy will definitely grow the best Fluorite Mushrooms for you!"

After appointing the Tunic Chief of the Magic Potion Tunic, Russell rushed to another measured field without delay.

The field was planted with wheat.

But this did not prevent Russell from requisitioning it, officially changing it into a Monochoria Magic Potion field, and planting a Monochoria Insect Grass, which bloomed with blue flowers like small birds, in the wheat field.

"Starting tomorrow, Old Hans and Rudy, you will arrange for new serfs to join the Magic Potion Tunic, harvest this wheat, and under the guidance of these technicians, sow Monochorias for me, filling 150 mu of land."

These unripened wheat seedlings would not be wasted. After harvesting, they could be used as silage to feed cattle and sheep.

Wuyou Snake Manor did not raise cattle or sheep. The Alfalfa Tunic was previously responsible for planting forage grass, which was then transported to other manors with livestock after harvesting.

Now, there was no need to transport it out. Russell planned to raise some cattle and sheep in the future.

For now, this alfalfa was just enough to feed the warhorses.

A moment later, in another field across the river, Russell placed the third Dill Insect Grass, officially completing the placement of the Insect Grass.

By this time, it was completely dark.

Russell was not so heartless as to let Old Hans and the other serfs go home for dinner. Instead, he specifically asked the kitchen in the manor's annex to make extra bread.

White bread made from refined wheat flour was out of the question.

Butler Morris could only distribute to each serf who came to help a piece of dense, hard black bread made from wheat bran mixed with barley flour, bean flour, and grass seeds, which had a rough texture and a sour taste.

"Praise the Master, you are as generous as a dragon!" Old Hans grinned happily as he received a piece of black bread the size of a hollow brick.

Unlike soft white bread, black bread was very dense. This one piece was enough for his whole family for dinner.

The serfs thanked him profusely and left the manor's annex, gnawing on the black bread.

Russell, along with Charles and Eric, went to the second-floor dining room to enjoy a dinner with beer and roasted meat.

As for his four Knight Retainers, they were currently guarding the Magic Potion Tunic, each looking after one Insect Grass. The newly planted Insect Grass urgently needed to absorb nutrients. If it were attacked or eaten, it would cause severe damage to the Insect Grass's vitality and greatly affect the growth of the Magic Potion.

"Morris, send more roasted meat to John and the others," Russell instructed.

"As you wish, Master," Butler Morris took the order and quickly went to the kitchen to convey Russell's wishes.

"Oh, heavens," exclaimed Mrs. Moore, the cook, with an apron on and sleeves rolled up, "The Master is truly generous, with both bread and roasted meat... The serfs in the manor are so fortunate, to have such a Master in their lifetime!"

"Honestly," she said, then shouted to Barbara, the kitchen maid who was washing pots, "Silly girl, how many times do I have to tell you, go check on the roast!"

"It's roasting, it's not time yet, Mrs. Moore," Barbara replied.

"My heavens, I tell you to check the roast and you learn to talk back to me!" Mrs. Moore snapped, hands on her hips. "It's bad enough seeing bags of flour turn into bread and be given to those stinky serfs, you want to make me angry too!"

Barbara had no choice but to quickly wipe her hands and rush to the roast. "I'm checking it now, Mrs. Moore."

Mrs. Moore paced back and forth by the table a couple of times, then shouted, "Mrs. Brown, did you get the cheese back? I still need to make a dessert pudding for the Master!"

"Coming, coming," Mrs. Brown said, jogging over.

"Sorry, I have too much to do," Mrs. Moore's tone softened slightly, and she put on a smile. "I can only order you around."

Mrs. Brown quickly replied, "Don't mention it. Butler Morris assigned me to help in the kitchen, so just treat me as one of the kitchen maids and boss me around."

Mrs. Moore stirred the cheese and said, "You and Mr. Brown must have had a quiet and easy time when you were left alone at the manor's annex before. Now that the Master is here, the annex is lively, but the work is endless every day."

"I still had to clean the entire annex before, I didn't dare slack off for a moment. Now there are more people, more people to talk to, it's better than before," Mrs. Brown took over Barbara's work, put on gloves, and prepared to wash the pots in the sink.

Before touching the water, she placed her hands on her chin and quickly prayed, "Praise the Master!"