"I’m not bragging, but if you can’t cultivate the bees you want here, there’s no place in the world capable of growing suitable bees," Quinn sang a song that made Wang Shuai and Yiyi’s faces flush with embarrassnt, feeling slightly better.
After passing several lush sour chestnut trees, a muddy wetland bubbling with gas appeared ahead of the group.
"Swamp?" Xiao Xian and Wang Shuai had previously only explored a small part of the underground botanical garden, with many areas left unexplored.
For the "Zone C Duo" who live in the city and have only seen "swamps and wetlands" in textbooks, this patch of land occasionally bubbling with mud seed very novel.
Swamps generally form due to high local precipitation, causing the soil surface to beco soft, accumulating water throughout the year, with high soil moisture and rich internal nutrients. However, due to modern pollution and the expansion of urban construction areas, the size of swamps has drastically diminished. Taking China as an example, there are only a few true swamps remaining in certain national reserves.
"Kids, take a close look; this is the one-of-a-kind ’Beast Breeding Swamp’ in the world," Quinn boasted, as even this swimming pool-sized swamp could be considered globally unique.
Wang Shuai’s experiences in outdoor adventures naturally surpassed those of Xiao Xian and Zhang Yiyi. He understood the rarity of swamps, except most swamps in dense forests, especially those bubbling with mud, often accompanied by poisonous gases. But this swamp was quite different.
The swamp gathered many birds, seeing the strangers brought by Quinn, but they showed no reaction, flapping their wings and occasionally looking for food near the swamp.
"Wow," Yiyi jumped, as a black spiky thing rolled past her foot, and after she dodged it, it rolled into the swamp.
Muddy water splashed up, "It will drown," the black spiky thing was a North Arican porcupine, after rolling, it slipped entirely into the mud.
Yiyi feared it might suffocate inside, disregarding dirt and thorns, she tried to fish it out.
"Don’t bother, it’s healing its wound. If you touch it, it might mistakenly think it’s injured," seeing Yiyi hesitate, unable to find a place to hold the porcupine, kindly reminded her, drawing Yiyi’s attention to the porcupine’s forelimb area, where so fur had been scraped off, revealing so blood; clearly, the porcupine had narrowly escaped from a predator’s attack monts ago, but sustained serious injuries.
Though Quinn was the caretaker of the biological garden, since the garden wasn’t a reserve, he didn’t have ti to care about the life and death of all animals; he only focused on those that caught his eye, like bay crocodiles or North Arican beasts, the sort of large, rare species. As for this porcupine, if it didn’t fight for itself, it wouldn’t be noticed even if it died.
"Does this swamp have healing properties?" Wang Shuai’s Spiritual Guidance Technique held so healing capabilities, but due to limited spiritual power, he only applied it to human bodies for now.
"It’s simply an all-powerful private clinic; skin, flesh, and bone wounds, even so diseases that humans can’t completely cure historically can be treated one by one," Quinn was very moved; he had spent decades of painstaking effort on this swamp, experinting with countless herbs and organic elents from nature, followed by animal experints, finally achieving success four years ago.
"Is the Queen bee cultivated here?" Xiao Xian didn’t forget the purpose Quinn brought them here. The injured porcupine rolled back up with mud covering its bleeding wound, visibly stopping the bleeding, it wagged its short legs, lying comfortably in a spot with plenty of solar lamp sunlight, sunbathing its mud.
Quinn snorted, not entirely willing to admit he succeeded in breeding the bees by leveraging the swamp, "Yes, the eggs Locke gave , after separately cultivating in laboratory dishes and outdoors, only had a survival rate of ten percent, and upon reaching adulthood in the wild survival training, they imdiately died." After multiple failed experints, Quinn suddenly had an idea and placed the eggs in the swamp for incubation.
"After conducting swamp cultivation, the survival rate increased to forty percent, and after releasing mature insects, about thirty percent successfully thrived, which were the batch of new bees I handed over to Locke," Quinn confessed his failures with a look of discontent.
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