Under the bright floodlights of Green-Sprout Station, ten massive iron cargo crates were rolled out onto the edge of Field #1.
Inside the first crate gleamed mountains of Golden Spirit-Wheat—the top-grade grain Pei Xuan had developed back when he united the Central Continent of Canglan.
Inside the second set of crates sat one hundred sealed jade barrels of Rank 6 Iron-Bull Bone Marrow, thick and glowing like liquid ruby gold, shipped straight from the Demon-Land ranches.
And piled up in the third section were ten tons of snowy-white Meat-Belly Potato Starch, the humble desert crop that had saved Dry-Well Village from starvation in its earliest days.
General Tie Zhan stood next to the barrels of Iron-Bull Bone Marrow, breathing in deeply through his nose as his stomach let out a hopeful rumble.
“My Lord,” Tie Zhan said, rubbing his hands together, “are we making soup or planting crops? Because if you mix wheat flour, potato starch, and Rank 6 bull marrow together, isn’t that just giant beef-marrow dumplings?”
“That’s the whole point, General Tie!” Old Guo laughed, patting his big white chef’s apron. “Why waste time growing wheat, milling flour, raising cows, chopping meat, and wrapping ten million dumplings by hand when the Young Master can fuse a wheat grain that grows the beef filling right inside the kernel?!”
