Ange took out a bottle of black liquid and poured it into the bucket. Seeing that the color was still light, he took out another bottle, poured three bottles in a row, stirred evenly, and began to work carefully.
He flicked his fingers, and the liquid in the bucket jumped up. Following his movements, it bounced towards a certain plant, and then exploded, spraying the water mist evenly on the plant.
This continues until all the plants are sprinkled with water and fertilizer mixed with insect ash liquid.
Nigris fluttered back and informed Ange: "Ange, those druids are constantly lighting each plant. It seems to be supplementary light, but the light is only red and blue.
It’s a little strange.”
Ange quickly threw down the water and fertilizer, ran to the top of the tower and looked down.
I saw those druids scattered throughout the farmland, each taking care of a part of the crops. Their hands radiated red or blue light and kept wiping it on the plants.
Ange rested his chin on the window sill until he saw the druids finishing their work. Then he raised his palm and held up a ball of white holy light. He turned his palm a few times and the color of the holy light began to change.
No, Ange shook his hands and cast out another ball of white light. This ball of white light was not as soft as the holy light, and it was a bit dazzling to the eyes. After looking at it for a long time, the eyes would feel sore.
"Flash?" Nigris came over and said: "It shouldn't be flash. They can keep shining for several hours, which is more powerful than the magic circles used in Lich City. The consumption of flash is too great, they can't
Maybe it lasts this long.”
As soon as Negris finished speaking, the white light on Ange's hand suddenly turned blue, and after a while, turned red again.
Nigris frowned and looked at it for a while, then hesitantly said: "It's still the flash technique, but the elemental fluctuations are much less. Is it because it only emits red and blue light, so the consumption is reduced? But what's the use?"
No matter how much he said, it was useless. He still had to experiment. Ange immediately marked out a small control area in the farmland. Part of it was illuminated with red and blue light, part of it was illuminated with holy light, and part of it was planted with luminous moss to supplement the light.
After seven or eight days, the difference became obvious. Whether it was straw or leaves, the crops illuminated by red and blue light were much stronger than those illuminated only by holy light and luminous moss.
"It seems that these druids are not just for a living, they still have some unique skills." Nigris said.
Its planting knowledge has not been updated for a thousand years, and the updates now are all from Ange's school. If Ange doesn't understand, it doesn't understand either.
Whether it was the planting method a thousand years ago or Ange, there was no knowledge about red and blue light, but now we have it.
Ange immediately expanded the irradiation range to the entire planting area, irradiating it for two hours every day.
But in the original control area, Ange increased the amount of light and irradiated them for eight or nine hours a day. They were shrouded in light almost all night, and then they grew too long.
It seems that supplementary light also needs to be controlled. Ange kept experimenting and comparing, and soon found the most suitable supplementary light duration. Based on the lighting conditions of the Sunken Land, three hours of supplementary light every day can maximize the growth of crops.
Well, if it exceeds three hours, the crops will easily grow too long.
A week later, Dubinqi quietly came to the bucket again, took out a bottle of black liquid, and poured it in. After pouring, he saw that there was still a little wall-hanging residue in the bottle, and he spooned some more water.
Rinse well, then pour it into the bucket, not even a drop is wasted.
He also murmured: "This is the second bottle. One bottle every seven or eight days. I will have to drink more than a dozen bottles in the next two months. I am losing money on this task. If it doesn't work, I have to pay more."
On the other side, Ange also took out three bottles of black liquid, poured them down without looking at them, stirred them around, and started watering them.
Time passed like this day by day, during which Anthony came to him twice more, saying that the elves were looking for him all over the world, and he was about to cry. Now the whole world is curious about who Lord Ange is, and why he doesn't give face to the elves.
Yin Coin also came to him several times, saying that the business environment here was too bad and supplies were scarce. He had organized manpower production to help himself. He hoped that Ange would provide some high-yielding grain seeds, and then he sent over a pile of immortal spring stones.
In the Land of Sinking, the Everlasting Spring Stone is the most practical. There are few streams here. Especially in the third month after Eternal Night, the surface water is almost exhausted, but the humidity in the air is very high. The Everlasting Spring Stone is thrown casually.
At the wind outlet, water can condense during the day.
With the Everlasting Fountain Stone, Ange saves the time of consuming magic to water the water, and can have more time to replenish light.
So Ange gave several tons of silver coins to make grain seeds.
In the third month, Silver Coin dragged another plow back and told Ange: "I organized some people to dig coal, mine, build furnaces and blacksmith shops. After three months of work, I finally made an iron plow.
There are also various iron farm tools, sir, do you need them?"
Ange shook his head, the little zombies were easier to use than the iron plows.
Nigris was dumbfounded: "In just over two months, you have done so many things? Even the iron tools have been beaten out? You can still make iron?"
Yin Coin scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "You are kidding me, how could I know how to blacksmith, but someone can?" I carried a bag of rice to the human camp and shouted, "Who knows how to blacksmith?" Good guy, I'm here.
People almost tore me apart."
"I was almost squeezed to death, so I quickly shouted: Who knows how to fight? More than twenty soldiers rushed over to protect me. Under their protection, I recruited a group of blacksmiths, a group of mining workers, and some firemen.
There are a group of people who cook the stove, a group of farmers, a group of people who wash clothes and cook, and the great sage also prepared a group of zombie skeletons and a few guards for me, saying that he would fully support my work."
Negris asked in confusion: "The Great Sage fully supports your work? What does it have to do with him? He also dispatches guards to protect you? Where are the guards?"
Negris asked, and a group of shadows reluctantly emerged from behind the silver coin: "Here you are, sir." It was the shadow guards who had protected the druids before.
"It's you again? What did the silver coin do? The old undead actually asked you to protect him?" Negris asked in surprise.
The shadow guard responded honestly: "Report to your lord, Master Yin Coin is organizing production. The great sage said that none of us have the organizational ability of Master Yin Coin, so we must ensure the safety of Master Yin Coin."
The shadow guard has become very honest, and it is impossible to be dishonest. The embryonic dragon in front of him has such a friendship that he can hug and roll around with the great sage.
Nigris looked the silver coin up and down and nodded: "I see, the silver coin's organizational ability is indeed very strong, and the old undead is very discerning."
Can it be strong? Among Ange's many followers, Yin Coin and Anthony are the ones who don't have to worry the least. They can build a business network by themselves.
In the past, it was because of the war that the humans had no intention to organize production, and the immortals were unable to organize it. Now, with people like Silver Coin who have strong organizational skills, iron products can be produced in more than two months.
With a large number of iron tools and agricultural tools, more farmland can be reclaimed and cultivated more efficiently. In this way, even if there are no high-yielding grain seeds, grain output can increase several times.
Problems that cannot be solved by technology can be solved by scale. The great sage suddenly discovered that by doubling productivity again, the food problem might be solved, and there would be no need for druids at all.
Under such circumstances, how could the great sage not pay attention to the silver coin? After discovering that he was a lich, he even wanted to poach Ange, emphasizing that as long as the silver coin was loyal to him, he would immediately be able to take charge of the undead army in the Sunken Land.
Silver Coin firmly said: "I have a master!"
No matter what, Silver Coin's ability was demonstrated, and the Great Sage still ordered all units to cooperate with Silver Coin as much as possible, and even sent Shadow Guards to protect him.
After listening to this, Nigris couldn't help but sigh: "Silver Coin, you are really amazing. The food problem has been solved by you in this way. If the output is small, we will strive for scale, and if the efficiency is low, we will update the tools. The food problem is not necessarily
We need to use food to solve it, it’s awesome.”
Silver Coin was a little embarrassed by the praise, and scratched his head: "I just feel that there is no industry here, labor is cheap, and there are a lot of minerals, so I am busy doing this, not because I want to solve the food problem."
"It's a pity that your method is slow to show results. It will take the next planting season to increase the scale of reclamation. Otherwise, you will win this game. Have you encountered any difficulties in what you are doing?" Negris asked.
If Silver Coin encounters any difficulties, as the God of Knowledge, he can help him solve them.
Yin Coin was stunned for a moment: "Competition? There are difficulties. There is too little wood in this world. I made a lot of hoe heads, but there is no wood for the hoe handle. Now everyone puts the hoe on their hands and bends down.
It’s so hard to dig the ground, it would be better if we had bamboo.”
Hearing the hoe being put on his hand, Nigris couldn't help but look at the little zombie, and when he heard "If there is bamboo", he couldn't help but look at Ange and thought to himself: It can't be such a coincidence, right?
Sure enough, Ange tilted his head.
Nigris rushed over, hugged Ange, turned to Silver Coin and said, "Yin Coin, come here by yourself, I have something to tell you."
After telling the silver coin to pass by on its own, the shadow guard attached to the silver coin could only helplessly float out and disappear to the side.
Everyone returned to the relay tower, and Nigris' thoughts even retreated to the Palace of Rest. When he went to the farm, he saw that dozens of acres of land on the edge had grown into a bamboo forest.
"Zobada, I know as soon as you tilt your head that you must have planted bamboo." Nigris complained helplessly.
Just after plucking Druid's bamboo shoots, he planted a bunch of bamboos in the blink of an eye. Druid would be furious.
"It's okay if you plant it outside. If you plant it in a space, you can't take it out casually. This will reveal the secret of your owning a large space. If the great sage knows about it, he will definitely think of the Palace of Rest.
, do you understand?" Nigris warned Ange with rare seriousness.
Ange nodded.
Go to the bamboo forest, ripen a bamboo, and pick out its seeds.
I ran out with the seeds, found a random place to plant them, watered them, and then cast the spell.
His movement attracted the attention of the druids. Several druids climbed to the wall to take a look, and couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it... Sir, he stole our bamboo!"
If he wanted to curse, the unicorn in the corner narrowed his eyes and swallowed it back.
Du Binqi was so angry that he not only stole their seeds, but also planted them openly for them to see. He was so angry.
Holding back his anger, Du Binqi raised his voice and said: "Friends outside, you are going too far. Steal our bamboos and fruits. Those are fast-growing varieties that we have cultivated with all our heart. Steal our achievements.
You are thieves!"
Ange looked back at him, nodded, ran over slowly, jumped in front of the thorn wall, jumped to the level of the thorn wall, flipped his hand, and placed a bottle of black liquid on the thorn wall.
on the wall.
After falling to the ground, Ange ran back and made an equal exchange. After collecting so many things from them, he really should return items of corresponding value.
Looking at the black liquid on the wall, Du Binqihuang was a little confused: "What do you mean? Compensate it to us? Is it funny? What the hell, a bottle of water is worth the seeds we carefully cultivated..."
At this point, Du Binqi just unscrewed the cap of the black liquid and took a slight sniff. His face suddenly changed, and he could no longer say anything.
Several other druids heard Du Binqi start to curse, and they also followed the words and wanted to curse: "Just, what the hell do you want to pay for a bottle of water..."
Du Binqi kicked them down one by one and drove them back to the cabin without any explanation.
After closing the door of his wooden house, Dubinqi took out his own black liquid from his arms. Although they were both black liquids, Ange's was obviously much more viscous than his, and the bottle it contained was different.
After sniffing it separately, the two liquids had somewhat similar smells, but the scent contained in the Angen bottle was stronger.
Dubinqi carefully dipped a little stick into it. Who would have thought that as soon as he took out the stick, the small wooden stick that had been peeled and cut into strips had sprouted.
"彽! This is the real 彽! Oh my God, the real 彽, not the expensive and bad diluted goods like me. Oh my god, where did you get this dead skeleton?" Dubinqi was shaking all over.
.
The special thing about the essence of insect ash liquid is that it can bring dead things back to life, which is something that ordinary insect ash liquid cannot do.
From then on, Dubinqi's attitude changed drastically. He no longer said that Ange stole his seeds. He even took the initiative to take out more seeds, stood on the wall and asked Ange if he wanted it. If he wanted it, he could get the black liquid.
Change.
This made the other druids very curious as to what that black liquid was and why it could change the temperament of the arrogant Du Binqi so much that he even went to the wall to sell seeds.
However, the seeds he took out could no longer attract Ange's interest. They were either of little value, or Ange already had them. The silver coins collected thousands of common seeds from the main plane. If he had not cultivated the seeds himself,
, basically Ange has it all.
Just when Du Binqi was racking his brains to trick Ange into using another bottle of insect ash liquid essence, the growing season was coming to an end and the crops were mature.
The great sage got the news and rushed here quickly to witness the results of the competition in person. Under his witness, Du Binqi's side harvested crops with a yield of 800 kilograms per mu, and Ange's side harvested crops with a yield of 1100 kilograms per mu.
, Ange won with an absolute advantage.
Du Binqi's face was livid. He didn't expect that he would lose, and he would lose so miserably: "It must be because of Zong. No, I want to get more Zong. I'll ask them first if they are willing to sell it. If not,