Yang Yong: "..."
He could tell.
The old man was already tempted.
Actually, it wasn't just Jiang Meng.
Yang Yong himself was tempted too.
Something like... the Ideal Grain Seed.
If such a blessed plot really existed, its value to him would be simply immeasurable.
But before that, he had to find out exactly what the "price" of this place was.
"Let's stay for a while first."
Yang Yong finally reached a decision.
"But remember, no one is allowed to touch a single grain of rice or drop of water here."
Jiang Meng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed his words.
After the meeting, Jiang Meng sat alone in the vehicle, tossing and turning as he thought about that field.
The more he thought, the less he could sleep.
Over the past few days, the pots of "Ideal Grain Seed" on the truck had continued to yield only a low proportion of viable seeds.
These seeds weren't demanding about their environment, but most of what they produced could only be eaten, not used as seed.
What if...
And now, here in this service area, there was actually a plot where "anything planted would grow."
Jiang Meng couldn't hold back any longer.
He stood up, pocketed a few stones from the road, and headed toward the back of the service area alone.
Not long after Jiang Meng left, Yang Yong stood up too.
He didn't follow Jiang Meng, merely standing beside the vehicle and looking at the brightly lit service area hall in the distance.
"Paradise Service Area."
He mulled over those words, a cold smile rising at the corner of his mouth.
"Interesting."
Behind the service area, on the side near the mountain, there was a rather narrow concrete road.
A few sparse