Although Liszt had covered the cut on the Rubber Tree Bug Grass, the rubber would gush out again the moment he let go. Even when the wound was wrapped in cloth, the surging rubber would swell the cloth apart and continue bubbling out. He could only have the serfs bring over buckets to collect it.
He washed his hands with water.
Before it solidified, rubber was not sticky. A quick rinse with water was enough to wash it clean.
When the rubber finally stopped gushing from the cut, the serfs had collected a full three large buckets of it—all high-quality rubber produced by the Bug Grass. Yet the Rubber Tree Bug Grass was not as wilted as expected. Its leaves remained emerald green, merely no longer so thick and full, while the cut slowly healed.
From the agitated Rubber Bug, he could not sense any sign that the Bug Grass had been harmed.
"Could this be how one harvests a sap-mutated Rubber Tree? Poke a hole, and the rubber can be drained directly? Perhaps that really is the case... What should this kind of Rubber Tree be called now? Sap... fountain... Let's call it 'Spring Rubber.'" Liszt swiftly completed the naming.
Thus, the Rubber Tree branch now had three varieties: Fruit Rubber, Fan Rubber, and Spring Rubber.
Each was incredibly wondrous. One could tell at a glance that Spring Rubber had an abundant yield; Fan Rubber was an end product produced directly; Fruit Rubber was easy to store and transport—the only pity was that the Rubber Bug triplets were merely elf bugs, and the range of Rubber Trees they could affect was limited.
Otherwise, if cultivation could be expanded without end, the Rubber Tree industry would be obscenely profitable. For now, he could only rely on fertilizer to artificially grow