Seeing his grandfather’s excitement, Cheng Zongyang quickly said, "Calm down, Grandfather. This meeting tonight is to explain everything and to arrange what comes next."

After calming his excited grandfather, Cheng Zongyang began to explain, "Remember three months ago, when I had everyone dig pits and bury those animal carcasses? It was for this rice.

I bought this stalk from a traveling merchant. I heard the rice comes from overseas.

When I first bought it, it was just a single seedling, which I planted in the mountains. According to him, this type of rice has an extremely high yield, but I didn’t ask about its specific origins. I just followed the cultivation method he described.

When I went to check on it tonight, I saw that it was mature, so I harvested it.

So, for next spring’s planting, I plan to find him and buy more of this type of rice.

According to him, after this rice is harvested, the plant might grow back, but it won’t produce grain again. Only he can sell the seeds that will actually produce grain.

Furthermore, he described that planting about 2,000 to 3,000 stalks per *mu* can yield about 3,000 *jin*!

Everyone, do you know what this means? It means that if each person plants one *mu* next year, a total of three hundred *mu* will yield three hundred thousand *jin*.

That harvest would be enough for every family to eat their fill every single day for a whole year. Not to mention that our future plans involve farming far more than three hundred *mu*!"

Instantly, the entire ancestral hall fell deathly silent.

Just two to three thousand stalks of rice on one *mu* of land could yield over three thousand *jin* of grain? That was like something out of a fairy tale! It felt like they were listening to an outlandish story.

After a long moment, Cheng Guanghai finally asked slowly, "Yang’Er, are you sure about this... this yield?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Zhou Hansong shook his head, still in disbelief. ’Where in the world could you find such a frighteningly high yield?’

"If you said a *mu* could yield around a thousand *jin*, I might just barely believe you. But three thousand *jin* per *mu*... Honestly, no matter who you tell, no one would ever believe it," Zhou Hanchang also said, shaking his head.

It wasn’t that they didn’t trust their nephew, but that this claim was so astonishing they simply couldn’t believe it. It was like listening to a story.

Only his grandfather remained silent, staring at the rice stalk in his hand. The sheer number of heavy, plump grains on the ear was undeniable.

Cheng Zongyang naturally understood their thoughts and why they couldn’t comprehend it.

’If I were a native of this world, without memories from my past life of seeing super-rice and the harvests from the Wilderness World, I wouldn’t believe such a high yield was possible either.’

’What’s more, the planting density isn’t even high!’

’Three thousand stalks per *mu* is actually quite sparse.’

Besides, not much else was needed. As long as the Rot-Flesh Soil was prepared correctly, the rice’s resistance to pests and diseases was on full display.

You could say it was extremely low-maintenance.

Cheng Zongyang said, "There’s no need for everyone to worry. In a few days, I’ll go find him and buy a batch. Then you’ll all see for yourselves.

Regardless of the actual yield, it will be higher than our current rice. So, after the start of spring next year, this is the only kind of rice we’ll be planting.

Also, as soon as Second Uncle finishes preparing the Growth Liquid, we can use it to rapidly cultivate the rice, saving ten to fifteen days of nurturing the seedlings. We should be able to harvest around June.

At that time, everyone can see the yield of this rice with their own eyes. I assume no one has any objections to that?"

Only then did the crowd slowly nod. Whatever the truth was, they would only know after trying. Even if the yield wasn’t that high, one look at this stalk was enough to prove its output wouldn’t be low. It was worth a try.

At this moment, Zhou Zhendong spoke up, "Zongyang, was the Rot-Flesh Soil you made specifically for planting this rice? How do we use it, then?"

Cheng Zongyang nodded and said,

"It’s simple. Next year, we’ll dig up all that soil and mix it with normal farmland soil. We’ll lay it as a bottom layer for the seedlings’ roots to absorb, then cover it with a layer of normal farmland soil.

If you want a high yield, you have to use the Rot-Flesh Soil. If you just plant it normally without doing anything special, the yield will probably only be around a thousand *jin*."

"What? You don’t have to do anything, just plant it casually, and it’ll still yield a thousand *jin*?" Zhou Hansong was astonished again.

Cheng Zongyang nodded. "That’s what the man said. The only thing is, these seeds are quite expensive."

This explanation was full of holes, but Cheng Zongyang didn’t want to elaborate, so he immediately changed the subject.

"So, everyone, just leave the matter of this rice to me. For now, we need to continue clearing more farmland. We need at least three hundred *mu* ready for planting next year.

By next summer, we can harvest no less than four hundred thousand *jin* of grain. So, we must make the necessary preparations now."

Hearing this, everyone nodded. If the yield was really that high, all their granaries probably wouldn’t be enough. They would have to build more, or even dig cellars in the mountains.

Zhou Fengshun chuckled. "If that day truly comes, I’ll probably wake up laughing in my sleep."

Everyone smiled at his words. Granaries overflowing with grain... it was something they’d never even dared to imagine.

After everyone’s excitement had settled, Cheng Zongyang picked up the Geomagnetic Stone.

"This is a special ore I dug up beside a mountain stream in the Inner Mountain. I call it a Geomagnetic Stone.

It has a very powerful effect—it can make people feel nauseous and dizzy, and can even cause them to pass out.