He carried a basket of humus down the mountain, planning to get some Ancient Banyan Tree Blood from home to feed the Termites on the mountain.
At the very least, he could try it out and see the effect.
After all, the Green Demon mentioned that the juices of many plants could help a beehive evolve, which greatly excited him.
The Ancient Banyan Tree Blood must be a very high-grade substance.
After Qin Niu brought the humus to his poor field, he dumped it in the central area where the compost was piled.
In fact, there was already quite a lot of compost there.
With his current level of cultivation, carrying a basket of one hundred twenty or thirty catties of humus was like child's play, absolutely effortless.
"Ah Niu, the corn you planted this year isn't bad!" Wang Haikun, the plague, had somehow come around again.
He stood there with his burly arms crossed, eying the corn in Qin Niu's field greedily.
