Every kernel on that ear of corn was an Ideal Grain Seed.
Yes... every single one.
Pick any kernel, and it was a genuine Ideal Grain Seed that could mature within twenty-four hours in the outside world.
Jiang Meng counted on his fingers.
Three corn plants, averaging five ears each.
Three times five was fifteen.
At a conservative estimate of three hundred kernels per ear, that made forty-five hundred Ideal Grain Seeds.
Forty-five hundred.
That number...
Jiang Meng's mouth opened and closed, then closed and opened. He couldn't speak.
He abruptly pulled out his walkie-talkie, his voice going shrill:
"Yang Yong! Get over here! Come to the field behind the service area!"
Even Yang Yong was startled by the urgency and frenzy in his voice.
"What happened?"
Before his words had faded, Yang Yong had already vanished.
Using Artifact-Controlled Escape, the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace crossed the parking lot and buildings as though teleporting, then abruptly appeared above the fields behind the service area.
Yang Yong jumped out of the furnace and landed on the ground.
"What is it?"
Then he spotted the pile of corn laid out on the ground.
It was golden yellow, as though freshly plucked from an illustrated magazine.
The Evil Eye between Yang Yong's brows opened and scanned it.
He froze.
Every kernel of this corn was an Ideal Grain Seed.
Every single one!!!
His gaze shifted to the potato field beside it.
Jiang Meng had already dug up the potatoes too. The dirt-covered lumps had rolled all over the ground.
Yang Yong counted. The sixteen seed potato pieces had produced around a hundred potatoes, large and small.
The Evil Eye swept over them.
All of them were... Ideal Grain Seeds.
Goose bumps rose across Yang Yong's back.
After all, even the Two-Colored Strange Mud he