Once the Red Marrow Rice matured, he had the Spirit Rice handed over to the other side for brewing, with Third Brother Fu Changli remaining in the back mountain for over a year, never stepping out of Wineterra.
Eldest Brother Fu Changren was also filled with anticipation, yet still somewhat worried:
"Patriarch, Third Brother has not come out from the back mountain for a while, we dare not disturb him. Perhaps, Patriarch, you could take a look at the back mountain?"
After all.
That's tens of thousands of jin of Red Marrow Rice.
Eldest Brother Fu Changren painstakingly grew it, feeling more anxious than anyone else, fearing the Spirit Rice would be spoiled.
Fu Changsheng nodded:
"Alright, I'll head to the back mountain for a look."
Eldest Brother Fu Changren was very curious, following closely behind.
