Chapter 436 (1/2)

I'll Bring You There

Shao Xuan was sound asleep, drooling. His ears could filter background noises but when Ji Ju approached, Shao Xuan woke.

In the past, anyone who visited was either so tense they didn't know where to put their hands or they were very greedy, looking around as if they couldn’t wait to get their hands on the things here. It was very rare to see someone who could fall asleep here.

After getting an answer to a question he had for years, Ji Ju was in a rare good mood. He smiled. “What did you dream of?”

“I was cooking porridge when you came.” Shao Xuan wiped the drool off his chin, not embarrassed. It was peaceful here, with the slight fragrance of plants. It was relaxing. He had dreamt he was cooking a pot of porridge with white rice inside.

Eh?

That’s not right.

Shao Xuan stretched and paused. White porridge? White rice?

When he thought about it, the rice was round. Although they were not as large as the purple grains from his tribe, they were similar

Ji Ju sat and poured himself a glass of water. When he saw Shao Xuan, he asked, “You thought of something?”

“I am recalling the pot of porridge from my dream,” said Shao Xuan.

Ji Ju was amused and did not take him seriously. He thought Shao Xuan was just hungry. This was a place with food everywhere, dreaming of rice was not odd.

“Because of what you said, I thought of a question that I couldn’t answer from years ago. Our Ji ancestral records talked about Thousand Grain Gold. The planting methods for the plant, I got them from my ancestral notes.”

Just for this piece of information, he had looked through all the Ji records in detail, finding a lot of new information. They didn’t call it Thousand Grain Gold though, it was just a very common, overused name--- “Golden Grain”. Ji Ju spent a lot of effort looking up its planting procedures and then modified them himself. He changed the recipe for the fertiliser and finally produced his own batch.

However, the notes mentioned something called ‘the five colours of gold’. Due to some reasons, the records weren’t complete so Ji Ju could not read the rest. He never understood what this line meant until Shao Xuan mentioned it.

“The word ‘gold’ from Thousand Grain Gold doesn’t mean one colour,” explained Ji Ju. “The five colours of gold vary with the land and the person. It means that with different locations, different people and different methods, the grains will turn out different too. Just like Flaming Horn got purple grains- my field might not produce the same. Maybe even different colours from the first batch.”

“Varies with both the land and the person? So the different coloured grains have different properties?”

“However, if one day your tribe moves away and leaves the plants there for a thousand years, they will still live. As generations pass, they will return to their original state, like this,” Ji Ju showed him the dark gold grains.

“Thank you for telling me this!” said Shao Xuan solemnly.

“Treat your purple grains with care. Even if you don’t know what they’re for now, one day, they will prove their value. All the changes happening to every living thing in this world have their reasons. If they say the Thousand Grain Gold has five colours, maybe purple is the one that your tribe needs most! Same thing, my plants will produce the one I need most,” sighed Ji Ju.

Although he was still jealous, he was a lot calmer now. Perhaps the kind he needed wasn’t the one the Flaming Horn people had, but the ones that were growing slower on his land.

As for their ability to plant the Thousand Grain Gold and coax it into evolving, this meant the Flaming Horn people weren’t the vulgar savages he heard from rumours. The impression of the tribe changed in his heart.

Ji Ju wanted to talk to him about the purple grains when he noticed there was one less grain on the table!

He remembered bringing three grains over, one without its husk and two whole grains. Now there was only one with its husk. What happened to the other two?!

Shao Xuan pointed outside the door.

The bullhead at the door quickly retracted outside.

Since the bull had already eaten it, Ji Ju did not say much, merely grunting. Thinking about his crops, he couldn’t help but smile. “Shao Xuan, what colour do you think mine will be?”

“White,” blurted Shao Xuan. He’d accidentally told him about the pot of porridge in his dream.

Ji Ju was surprised. “Why are you so sure?”