Chapter 1391: Forging! The Strongest Civilian Corps in History_4

However, there are some useful mutations among them. For instance, one plant produces Yiao Crystal Rice with increased grain size. If selectively cultivated, it could gradually yield a relatively high-yield grain seed.

The problem is that even if this grain seed is painstakingly cultivated, it can only be planted internally under secrecy and cannot be promoted on a large scale. This is because once someone buys the grain seed, they can save seeds by themselves afterward.

Any grain seed that can be sold externally must be based on the inability to save seeds. Otherwise, no matter how much effort is invested, it’s like making a wedding dress for free.

Wang Shouzhe’s family is small, with so many clan members crying out for sustenance. He hasn’t grown to the point of giving up the family’s interests and contributing to the world for free.

His current goal is to prioritize finding varieties of the second-generation grain seed that can be controlled for sterility.

Unfortunately, this time he failed again.

Wang Shouzhe put away some promising varieties and other seeds from various plants, prepared for the next experiment.

No matter; he has plenty of time to experiment slowly. The main battlefield is still far from requiring the use of Top-Grade Spirit Rice.

Because whether in Daqian or other countries or the high and mighty Immortal Dynasty and Demon Dynasty, the largest yield still comes from ordinary rice and Lower Grade Spirit Rice.

Even the Wang Family and the entire Daqian Kingdom’s future battles will be on these two main battlefields, which also concern the future rise of the Wang Family and Daqian.

As for the ongoing “National War,” to Wang Shouzhe, it’s just an insignificant interlude.

Wang Shouzhe leisurely emerged from the Jiangshan Map and brewed a pot of tea, taking a brief nap in the afternoon sunlight. A long life, an extended journey, taught him a slow pace, allowing him to enjoy this leisurely rhythm.

Today is remarkably rare; Emperor Longchang went off to join An Ye in forming a Village Brave Corps, sparing him from the din of card games.

No sooner had he rested for a moment.

In his ear, the voice of Artifact Spirit Xue’Er sounded: “Patriarch, Wang Gui requests an audience. Do you wish to see him?”

“Wang Gui?”

Wang Shouzhe was momentarily lost, waved his hand and said, “That old guy hasn’t visited me in over a decade. Let him in.”

“Yes, Patriarch.”

With Xue’Er’s voice fading away, it wasn’t long before Wang Gui entered with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, who faintly resembled Wang Gui’s younger self.

“Patriarch… it’s been so long.”

Wang Gui, already white-haired and showing signs of age, excitedly stepped forward to pay his respects, eyes brimming with tears as if choked with emotions he couldn’t express.

Back when he served as a servant beside Shouzhe, through Shouzhe’s care and the rapid development benefits of the Wang Family, he gained the potential for Little Celestial Pride, barely hoping to reach the Celestial Human Realm.

However, his comprehension and talent are not strong; whether he can move forward is still uncertain.

“You rascal,” Wang Shouzhe chuckled and teased, “Why haven’t you visited me for over a decade?”

“Patriarch,” Wang Gui wiped away old tears, grinning cheekily, “You’re a big shot now; your time is so precious. How dare I disturb you without an important matter?”

Wang Shouzhe glanced at the nervous young man behind him, smiled indifferently, and said, “Since that’s the case, Wang Gui, certainly you’re not visiting the Sanbao Palace without reason today. Sit and have some tea, tell me your situation.”

Shouzhe is a sentimental person; Wang Gui served him for many years as a servant. Though dispatched elsewhere, he diligently worked for the Wang Family for over a hundred years, now regarded as a senior member.

“Yes, Patriarch. And that young girl, no need to busy yourself with tea; let’s not waste it.” Wang Gui thick-skinnedly sat down, stopped the maid from brewing tea, took out a pot from the storage ring, and skillfully packed Shouzhe’s leftover tea dregs, scraping the bottom clean.

“You’re still as shameless as ever.” Wang Shouzhe helplessly patted his forehead, this guy is thick-skinned. In his youth, he often took Shouzhe’s diluted Spirit Tea dregs to brew tea and cook rice.

However, he’s smart too. What grade of tea does Wang Shouzhe drink? It’s Immortal Tea, which even the Great Emperor tries to shamelessly mooch off. Even leftover tea dregs are treasures.

“You’re my master, so why would I care about face with you?” Wang Gui grinned cheekily, “These are treasures that can’t be bought for gold; taking them back to brew tea or cook rice brings longevity.”

“Alright, tell me what you came for this time?” Wang Shouzhe didn’t mind giving him some new Immortal Tea, but Wang Gui wouldn’t accept out of respect.

“Patriarch, this is my great-grandson Wang Xiaofu. At seven, he was tested with innate talent as Lower Grade B. After the old servant went all out to enhance his bloodline, he’s now Middle Grade B.” Wang Gui said while mentioning his great-grandson, his old face full of excitement and hope.

“Oh? That’s not bad.” Wang Shouzhe said, “How are his grades at the Clan Academy?”

Under Wang Gui’s urging, Wang Xiaofu quickly stepped forward and cupped his hands: “Little Fu greets the Patriarch, I was once classmates with Young Master Ning Xi, but Young Master Ning Xi excelled greatly, quickly advancing in grades. However, I am now studying intermediate courses at the Clan Academy, and my grades are among the top fifteen in the class.”