In the early morning, Tang Mountain was bathed in sunlight. Although it didn't have a Golden Summit, it was still quite beautiful.
Li Xu walked along the gravel path to the stretch of barren land at the northeastern foot of the mountain.
The soil underfoot was a deep brown, mixed with fine mineral particles, and had a unique texture.
He squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt, and rubbed it between his palms. The soil was loose and fertile, and he could faintly smell a metallic tang—this must be the soil rich in special minerals mentioned in the report.
It wasn't just the soil; the groundwater and magnetic field would also subtly influence plant growth.
Otherwise, he could have just dug up the soil and planted everything in his own yard.
'This is the place.'
Li Xu took a handful of Daohuaxiang No. 2 rice seeds from his bag and carefully scattered them in an open patch of overgrown weeds.
