At this moment.
Shennong stood in a daze, looking at the rumbling machinery and the densely packed, fully laden corn in the fields.
What he found even more difficult to accept was that despite such a large harvest, the old farmer claimed that the yield had decreased and he needed to worship the Earth God for an even bigger harvest?
After a while.
Shennong, having collected his thoughts, took a step forward to the old farmer.
"Old man, the crop you're cultivating... could it not be that legendary Taoist Potato that yields thousands of pounds per acre?"
"Um..."
The grizzled old farmer, looking at Shennong standing before him with a hoe in hand, scratched his head in puzzlement. What an odd question this old man was asking.
Nevertheless.
Being an honest man, he didn't think too much about it. He straightforwardly explained: "Master, what I'm growing here is hybrid corn, distributed by the Taoist Palace."
Having said this.
