Ange wielded the sickle and happily harvested the mature crops. After one and a half months of growth, the crops were mature and ready for harvest. This speed was beyond Ange's imagination.
In the Palace of Rest, it took six months from sowing to harvesting, which was still the growth rate after Ange's optimal breeding.
At the beginning, the immortal soul had not disappeared, and the crops at that time also took six months to mature. However, during this period, Ange was sowing seeds sent from outside, and he did not feel anything.
But after the immortal soul disappeared, there were no external seeds. Ange could only use mature crops as seeds. After planting for a few years, he found that the crops had deteriorated. It used to take six months to mature, but it gradually took seven or eight months.
before they mature, and the crops become few, small and shriveled.
There are four months of winter in the Palace of Rest in a year. Although it will not snow, the temperature will drop to zero degrees. If the crops cannot be harvested for more than eight months, it means that winter will begin without harvesting the food.
From that time on, he consciously started breeding. The knowledge of planting was engraved in his soul, so he knew how to breed, but he had never needed it before, so he didn't think about it.
After starting breeding, the harvesting time of crops was shortened, but then the fertility of the land declined, so he began to burn wasteland and bury bone meal, and then rotated farming. Anyway, he used all possible methods, and finally managed to keep the crops for about six months.
reward.
"In other words, the seeds you are using now are the seeds you have cultivated for more than a thousand years. They have been planted in a closed environment for more than a thousand years and the soil fertility has been lost. Can they still remain mature for six months?" Nai
Gris asked in surprise.
Ange nodded.
"Then you still ask! Then you ask why it was cooked in one and a half months! Don't you have any clue in your heart?" Nigris roared.
As the God of Knowledge, planting knowledge is very profound, but even Nigris cannot achieve the level that Ange said.
The seeds cultivated under those difficult circumstances have not lost their fertility when placed in the outside world. The water source temperature is suitable, and the light is supplemented by luminous moss and lighting array. Is it strange that it matures in one and a half months? Is it strange? Is it strange?
?
Ange tilted his head. He didn't understand Nigris's curse words, but he understood the meaning. It seemed that the seeds he cultivated were very powerful, so they could mature in one and a half months. Wouldn't that mean they could be planted for several seasons?
This thought made him even happier, and he harvested the crops happily, preparing to plant another season after harvesting.
Nigris was not angry, especially when he saw Ange's harvesting method, he couldn't help but complain again: "If you use a sickle, use a sickle, why use the Death Scythe? This is the skill of harvesting souls, you respect it
Is it any good?"
I saw that the scythe in Ange's hand spit out a small piece of blade light, exactly the same as when he removed Tulus' soul before, and it was obviously the form of the scythe of death.
Ange said two words: "Easy to use."
The sickle that spit out a section of blade just covered an entire ridge of soil. He took two steps back and pulled back, and the entire ridge of crops fell down neatly. If he didn't use the form of the Death Scythe, Ange would have to swing the sword twice.
It takes three times as long to cut a ridge of crops.
So Ange doesn't care whether he respects it or not, as long as it works well.
Nigris was so angry that he groaned, but he had no choice but to comfort himself: "I guess you practiced using the Death Scythe while mowing grass, otherwise why would you use it just after I said a word?"
With the handy Death Scythe, Ange spent a day and a night harvesting the crops. Since he did not raise seedlings in advance, he sprinkled the seeds directly into the ground.
Of course, it is not a random sprinkling, but a precise application of pollination. The seeds are buried in the soil at certain intervals and covered with a thin layer of soil. It is like an invisible hand is working.
Nigris couldn't help but sigh: "Your fine control can be used to engrave magic scrolls, and they are also high-level scrolls, but you use them to farm land. Alas, but that's right. If someone has a thousand
If you only use low-level magic to farm the land, you will definitely have this kind of control."
Just as Nigris was thinking about it, at the isthmus square in front of the Ice City, the reception point has been arranged, ready to receive the food delivered by the human world at any time.
Food is a bulk commodity, and it is the most unsuitable cargo for cross-border transport. The cost is too high. One ton of food requires one magic crystal, but to deliver it to other planes, ten magic crystals may be needed. The freight is ten times the price of the goods.
times.
Anna spent one hundred magic crystals to buy one hundred tons of food, but to deliver them, it would cost one thousand magic crystals and four hundred "other" fees. Anna was so heartbroken that she couldn't help but feel pain.
But there is no way. Food is urgently needed, and you have to buy it even if you lose all your money. Especially after the demons burned down several planting areas, it is a foregone conclusion that Ice City will be short of food. If we don’t reserve more food, there will probably be a famine next year. I don’t know what will happen.
How many people died.
Not only did she have to buy grain, but if she succeeded in buying grain this time, she would also buy it next time. After all, the grain was for free and she was just a second-rate dealer.
I sold the essence, gave half of the magic crystals to Ange, and bought the remaining half for food, without spending a penny.
If this business can last for a long time and we buy it once a month, we will have 1,200 tons of grain a year, enough to feed 10,000 or 20,000 people.
Anna is very confident about this, because this is not the first time she has come into contact with this goblin chamber of commerce called Silver Light. They have been very trustworthy in the past and paid readily. The first 1,500 magic crystals were happily given to them.
, the remaining one hundred tons of grain will not be embezzled.
Today is the delivery time agreed upon by both parties. The delivery array has been set up in Ice City. Unlike the teleportation array, the delivery array only has a positioning function. Its function is to tell the teleportation array at the other end where to deliver.
Wrong throw.
Because it only has a positioning function, the teleportation array at the other end needs to spend more energy to deliver the materials.
If there is a teleportation array here, it can save 80% to 90% of the energy, which means that one ton of food may only need one magic crystal to teleport here.
The World Transfer Station is a giant teleportation array that can significantly reduce postage costs. It connects all realms and reaches all major material planes and abyssal planes, building a smooth channel for the exchange of commodity trade talents in the entire void.
Unfortunately, since it suddenly stopped functioning a thousand years ago, the world has become a barren island, and it is difficult to even feed the original population.
"Okay, it's coming, be prepared." Lan suddenly reminded loudly, because the projection circle began to glow.
Everyone should be prepared, not only Anna and Lan who are preparing to respond, but also the surrounding soldiers, crossbow chariots, etc., because no one can guarantee whether what is being delivered is food or enemies, so be on guard against others.
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A dazzling light flashed, and a pile of grain bags and three figures appeared in the center of the projection circle.