Zhao Tiezhu quickly recognized the corn. It was undoubtedly the same variety used at his distillery. The grains were large and plump, like gleaming golden nuggets. Corn kernels of this size simply did not exist elsewhere. He wondered who had managed to get their hands on them—perhaps they had been stolen—and were now trying to pass them off as seeds for planting.
He had never experimented with the modified corn seeds himself, so he didn’t know if they would produce an identical crop. He knew for a fact that the vegetable seeds wouldn't; without being watered with Hundred Herbs Liquid, they might sprout and bear fruit, but the produce was inferior to standard varieties, as if the soil’s vitality had been overdrawn. Either way, whatever these people were promising was essentially hollow, and they were effectively swindling the villagers.
Sure enough, he heard some of the villagers debating:
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