Xiangshui Tribute Rice was commonly known as "rice that grows on stone slabs." It grew on a lava plateau formed ten thousand years ago, nourished by rich black soil and irrigated with pure water from Mirror Lake. It breathed the fresh air of the primeval forest, looked like fine white jade, and tasted sweet, mellow, and tender.
Ever since the Tang dynasty, Xiangshui Tribute Rice had been presented as tribute to successive dynasties. Spanning a thousand years, it had become a legend among rice varieties and was known as "the finest rice since ancient times."
Naturally, this was just a flattering description for the public, but it still showed the status of Xiangshui Tribute Rice.
The rice's limited yield was also a widely known problem.
Because Xiangshui Tribute Rice contained anti-aging compounds, the state had once tried to develop it into a mainstream rice variety. That would have benefited the entire nation.
Unfortunately, Xiangshui rice was far too demanding about its growing environment, so cultivating it successfully was difficult.
After countless funds had been spent without achieving any results, research in this area was abandoned.
The person in charge of Xiangshui Tribute Rice was Lai Jing.
Lai Jing put down the phone in his hand, feeling a little dazed.
This was already the third call he'd received today. Once again, someone below him was reporting that a liquor company wanted to buy Xiangshui Tribute Rice for brewing.
What kind of joke was this?
There was only so much Xiangshui Tribute Rice produced each year. After setting aside what was sent to the capital, there wasn't much left to distribute elsewhere. Besides, every distribution channel represented a significant network of connections.
There was only so much rice available. How could he possibly sell it to liquor companies for brewing?
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