Chapter 991 You reap what you sow

Chapter 991 You reap what you sow

A regular humming sound came from the monitoring station in the distance. This time it was no longer an alarm, but a perfect harmony of soil health data and the frequency of the earth veins.

In the neon-lit city, the former president of Tianshu Group trembled as he unpacked the brown paper bag. Tiny ashes were mixed in the black soil, and half a burnt rice ear was buried there. The note "You reap what you sow, and you resent what you sow" glowed strangely under the lamp. He suddenly coughed violently, and the blood that oozed from his fingers dripped onto the soil, turning into small inky flowers. At the same time, the technicians who participated in the mushroom dumping that year, their smart devices at home simultaneously played the whimpering sound of the old locust tree, and the afterimage of the woman in green shaking the silver bell flashed repeatedly on the surveillance screen.

"Uncle Qi! Look at this!" Chen Xiaolong rushed into the experimental field holding a tablet computer. The screen showed the latest gene sequencing results. "The stress resistance gene chain of bell-ringing rice actually contains fragments of ancient ferns!" Qi Tongwei took a closer look. The patterns composed of the spirally arranged base pairs were exactly the same as the totems in the annual rings of the old locust tree and the patterns in the miners' murals. The mountain wind suddenly blew the fallen leaves, and one of the locust leaves fell exactly in the center of the sequencing map. The direction of the leaf veins completely overlapped with the gene map.

At the monitoring station late at night, the little fox's tail was wrapped around the Dream Pool Essays, and the pages moved without wind. "Shen Kuo of the Northern Song Dynasty wrote that 'the ground veins are like blood veins'," its amber eyes reflected the beating screen, "You always say that Newton discovered the secret of the apple falling to the ground, but you don't know that the land has already written the law of the interconnection of all things into every seed." Qi Tongwei thoughtfully opened the newly edited Notes on the Ground Veins and drew a new annotation next to the chapter on "Symbiotic Systems". As soon as the pen tip touched the paper, the night-scented mushrooms outside the window suddenly emitted a collective green light, projecting a huge mathematical formula on the glass.

The incident happened on the day of the autumnal equinox. The meteorological satellite detected a rare quantum cloud over the manor, and the lightning in the cloud took the shape of an ancient rune. Qi Tongwei led the team to set up a spectrometer in the field, which captured the special frequency released by the earth veins - an unknown band between infrasound and electromagnetic waves, which strongly resonated with the a wave of human brain waves. Even more amazingly, when Liang Lu stood on the observation platform of the old locust tree site, the green bell mark on her neck suddenly flashed synchronously with the runes in the clouds.

"This is the language of the land." The little fox's hair stood on end. "Just like Newton deduced the law of gravity from the fall of an apple, what you are receiving now is the law of 'ecological gravity' of the earth's veins." It tapped the operating table with its paw, and a complex model emerged in the holographic projection: soil microbial communities constitute a neural network, plant roots form an information transmission channel, and human kindness and malice can actually change the vibration frequency of these networks.

The news spread quickly, and the world's top scientists flocked to the event. Ecologists at Cambridge University connected the data from the monitoring station to a supercomputer, and the simulated ecosystem evolution model showed that when humans and the land reach a deep empathy, the self-healing speed of the entire ecological network increases by hundreds of times; quantum physicists at MIT discovered the quantum entanglement phenomenon that can transmit information across time and space in the fluorescence of night-scented fungi.

However, doubts followed. A laboratory of a multinational agricultural company published a paper claiming that the "ecological miracle" of the estate was nothing more than a carefully designed scam. They sent out drones to collect soil samples, but all of them lost control when they entered the border of the estate. Sparks from the propellers ignited the grass, but the fire automatically extinguished when it approached the new locust tree. That night, the arsonist's mobile phone received anonymous videos one after another, showing clear images of himself participating in the pollution of the land 20 years ago.

Qi Tongwei held a press conference in the rainstorm. He held out the twenty copies of the account books covered in ash, and the projector zoomed in on one page: On June 1998, 6, next to the handwriting that recorded "abnormal soil pH value, mycelium showed a tendency to mutate", there was now real-time monitoring of quantum cloud data. "Newton used a prism to decompose light," he said, mixed with the sound of rain, "and we are deciphering the spectrum of the land."

The mountain breeze lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing the bell-shaped rice ears pinned to his waist. When he turned and pointed at the new locust tree, the totem on the trunk suddenly emitted a golden light, connecting with the quantum cloud in the sky to form a light column. In this shocking scene, the skeptics' mobile phones simultaneously received a mysterious text message: "Do you hear the heartbeat of the land?" Those scientists who had tried to discredit him were shocked to find that all the precision instruments in the laboratory began to automatically generate waveforms similar to the manor data.

One morning in late autumn, Liang Lu was sorting ancient books in the library when a yellowed note fell out of a Ming Dynasty agricultural book. It was written in tiny calligraphy: "The earth's energy is connected to the sky, and the human heart is affected by things. This is the root of all things." She handed the note to Qi Tongwei with trembling hands, and the latter immediately remembered the runes in the quantum cloud - it turned out that the ancestors six hundred years ago had already understood the mysteries of the earth veins and the universe.

Today, the manor has become a special classroom. When children identify wild vegetables, they learn to use sound wave frequencies to analyze plant health; scientists set up radio telescopes to try to receive cosmic signals from the earth's veins; and when each visitor leaves, they will receive a small bag of soil mixed with the ashes of the old locust tree, with a note saying: "Please plant it where you think it needs healing."

Qi Tongwei stood on the newly built ecological observation tower, watching Liang Lu instruct the children to build a micro-symbiotic system. The mountain breeze swept through the "Earth Veins Notes" in his hand, and the latest page recorded a breakthrough discovery: a certain microbial community in the soil has an information transmission efficiency comparable to that of a 5G network. He suddenly chuckled - Newton glimpsed the laws of the universe in the falling of an apple, and they understood the source code of life in the breathing of the land.

As night falls, fireflies light up among the branches and leaves of the new locust trees, echoing the lights of the monitoring station and the stars in the sky.

"Teacher Qi!" International student Lin Xia rushed over holding a tablet computer, with data from the quantum entanglement detector jumping on the screen. "Look! While we are cultivating bell-ringing rice here, the samples in the laboratory three thousand kilometers away actually produced synchronous changes in gene expression!" The mountain breeze suddenly came with sand and gravel, but the moment it touched the new locust tree, it automatically arranged into a pattern of the Four Symbols Hexagrams.

Deep in the neon-lit city, former executives of Tianshu Group are sitting in a private club. Under the crystal chandelier, the whiskey glasses in front of them suddenly trembled violently, and a miniature old locust tree appeared on the surface of the liquor. The president who first received the mysterious soil package was now trembling in front of the physical examination report - the shadow in his lungs was exactly the same shape as the mine where the poisonous fungus was dumped. The phone screen suddenly lit up with an unfamiliar number, and after the call was connected, there was only a hoarse nursery rhyme: "You reap what you sow, and you reap what you sow..."