5 RNG: Texan In Another World - V1.5 - Growth (2/2)

Calling the girls over to discuss the finer points of what he was trying to accomplish, the girls had a few ideas that completely caught Mike off guard. He was talking about the process of extraction, and what the end goal of the process was. When they found out that it was separating the resin heads and oils from the leafs and pedals of the flower, the girls all chimed in rather quickly to a solution.

”Just use Magic, Deconstruction magic is one of the most basic since it doesn't make anything.” Cara hadn't spoken in a while, her voice caught the others off guard and they let her speak.

”The book is over here.”

Cara grabbed the book off the shelf and passed it over to Mike. She was pretty proud of herself as she sat down next to her jealous associates.

Mike poured his spirit into the book and got the summary of the skill into his consciousness. He could understand why she would say what she did.

”This will work for part of it, but the efforts we've made aren't in vein.”

Mike was excited, if this idea was possible, then he could have the possibility of exacting isolates and monoterps. Mike had experimented with strains and found an excellent source of 13% CBG, it was the source of Euphoria in the form of a nuerochemicals.

After his attempts he was able to refine out a 20% stronger CBG extract from the plant and fuse it with Lemonine. The taste was exquisite, it left you feeling like you had just eaten a lemon-head for a considerable amount of time after the exhale.

”Cara, this will help me a lot. Thank you. This spell will allow the plant matter to separate from the oils and resin heads, they will all fall off. the problem is that it will only break down baser elements. Some of the oils need to be separated to make different things, but this will do most of the hard work” Mike praised Cara for her contribution.

Mike had also considered trying to make a heat press and do a solvent-less extract squeeze. It would also lead to a waste of materials over time, parchment paper in this world was not the same as a baking sheet on earth. Squishes would literally get fried, it was almost better to just grow the Herb if that was the case and so it was quickly dismissed by lack of technology.

The blacksmiths made the finishing touches on several racks, rails, pipes and even a hand crank soil tumbler. The Carpenters were still creating cabinets to dry buds, Mike had a few humidor buckets in the truck that were filled with concentrate. They didn't need to be inside of them, so Mike put them to purpose for their intended use.

If he cured the first batch of buds inside the bucket he would have a better product to showcase to the Council of Elders, the Prince and the Kingdom. He might even keep his head.

Mike wanted to get the best results he could get, he was more impressed with himself than he thought he could be when shit finally hit the fan. The first load of fertilizers had arrived. The lower caste of the population had been sent out to gather pig shit from the fields outside of the city. As a great wild source of a variety of nutrients, it was probably the easiest solution to the problem.

It was nearing lunch time on the 9th week of construction when Mike noticed a change in his plants. The first plant that he grew near the Magistrate had started to double in size, it was nearing a shorter light cycle.

The grow room was nearly complete. Except for being light tight at the correct time, it really didn't need much else. Mike was still waiting on a clock maker for help on a timer for the cover but ultimately it didn't matter for the first season.

Using an Hour glass to measure time was a bit absurd. Mike resorted to using the clock in his dashboard more than anything. Whipping the Truck out of a Ring from time to time to check the time felt nonsensical as well, but Mike still needed to keep a proper light schedule in mind.

When the Room was finally completed, everyone rejoiced and Mike threw a party. He had all the girls try the Dabs once, they had all inquired about why they were growing it and why it was important. Mike didn't have all the science answers, he was in it for the treatment for his mom. The high was nice, but it wasn't the motive that drove him to running it across border.

As the days got shorter, the Two mother plants had gotten rather large. It was time to clone before they entered a flowering cycle. Mike had considered doing it when they were just a few weeks old and virulent, but He wanted to see how far they would grow without his help and naturally.

The plant in the planter didn't lose out too much to the plant in the soil near the magistrate. It has grown to about 5 feet wide and 9 feet tall. Its three large trunks sprouting from the center made all the plants lean away from the middle, giving it a lot of room to Monster-crop. If the plants were laying down flattened, more sunlight would cover its surface. Then the plant would spend that energy making more of itself.

It was a Win-Win to scrog and super-crop, cloning would take considerable efforts since cloning gel wasn't available and supplies were limited. It would be better if Mike pollinated the plants himself. He had bought a paintbrush just to make sure. By tapping the dry paintbrush against the flowers, he could impregnate a single bud on a single plant and retain the others as sinsemilla.

”Mona, Can you go ask the lead Blacksmith if they've finished making the frame for the water tank.” Mike wanted to get underway with his next project.

A grow, once setup can operate on minimal efforts until harvest time. Since there were not lights to keep the plants in a veg cycle, they had to work with the natural seasons and the sunlight. Mike wasn't sure how long winter would take to arrive or how low the temperatures would get, but he wasn't going to gamble either.

Mike set up a schedule to help shorten the light the plants were exposed to. He had a Tent made up to cover the one by the Magistrate, Prince Troeg had someone put in charge of maintaining roughly 10 hours of daylight. It did not take long for the plants to start blooming and the fragrance filled the commons near the Offices and Lab.

Mike was lucky that the planter was moved to the grow, He could use the cover over the ceiling to block out the light. A 10/14 would produce buds faster than 12 on, 12 off schedule. If mike could only find a source of light, he would be able to try out Gas-lighting someday.

Taking another Dab in the Truck, Mike cranked the radio. He had an Mp3 player that attached to his tape deck. 'Billy Currington's pretty good at drinkin beer' came across the speakers and brought some life to the quiet atmosphere.

Mike pulled down his tailgate and laid down in the bed of the truck.

”This was a lot more than I bargained for.” Mike's torch needed another refill, He had a Can and a half of Butane left.

After that, There would be a problem.