"Mr. Hou?"
Just after hanging up the phone, Zheng Fa saw Mr. Hou running towards him.
He was holding a rice panicle, tall enough to reach his shoulder, and as he ran, the grains kept hitting his smiling face.
Zheng Fa understood immediately what he wanted to say.
"Did it succeed?"
Mr. Hou nodded, handing the rice panicle to Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa looked at it closely in his hand.
Mr. Hou's idea was to use the retirement home's rice as either the male or the female parent in crossbreeding with other varieties — the goal was to develop a new variety that not only possessed the retirement home rice's taste and yield advantages but could also be cultivated on a large scale outside of the spiritual energy environment.
Now, it seemed that some initial results had been achieved.
Mr. Hou explained, "We've tried over fifty different plans, and it looks like this one strikes a balance between taste, growing environment, and yield."
