With the last roar of the thunder, several thick electric rays shot out from its body and hit the four corners of the venue, bursting out with intense and dazzling electric sparks. At the same time, the giant simulated magic circle was also activated.
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No wonder the Thunder is allowed to host and control the field. It is not the control of these electric lights. If it hits the stands, it will be a lot of fun.
The electric light is not only a means of controlling the field, but also a means of activating a giant simulated magic circle. The entire venue lights up, and layers of illusions appear, while the thunder disappears as the magic circle lights up, quietly.
Exit.
However, its voice still echoed in the field: "Some of you here are already old friends of the Spring Breeze Cup Grain Seed Competition, but many of you are new friends. Here I will introduce the rules of the Grain Seed Competition as usual."
"What is displayed in front of everyone now is the teams that entered the grain seed competition through strict selection and the data recorded by the recording equipment. Through these data, we can reproduce the process from planting to harvesting in the simulation circle.
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"What is shown now is the Southern Thorns team. They are a brand new team from the southern swamps. The crops they grow are bog rice, a special kind of rice that can grow in relatively harsh environments. They grow once a year.
When ripe, the yield per mu is 450 kilograms."
The effect of the large-scale simulated magic circle is closer to that of the dwarves' God of War chessboard. Everyone looks towards the field, where they see a swamp environment of the same proportion. Even changes such as wind and rain, sunrise and sunset, all appear exactly the same.
, just accelerated by hundreds of times.
The audience can experience the growth process of crops for at least half a month in a short period of time, watching the crops come from scratch, sprout and grow, blossom and bear fruit, but they do not have to endure the misery of hard work in the wind and sun, the joy of harvest
It's thicker and more intense.
Some people can watch others picking corn for a long time, let alone such a scene with strong visual impact.
During the whole process, the sound of thunder sounded from time to time, which perfectly explained some changes that laymen could not understand, such as heading and grain filling. The changes just now were caused by top dressing, and what changes would be caused by frost.
If there is no professional explanation, some changes will be confusing.
Finally, the crops in the simulated circle bore abundant fruits. At the same time, a beam of light climbed upward, and finally the words "Four Hundred and Fifty Jin" appeared on the top of the pillar.
Now everyone understands that this is a production histogram.
"It's a bit small. It's only 450 pounds. How can you enter the semi-finals?" There was a murmur of discussion in the contestants area.
"Didn't you hear the introduction? It can adapt to the harsh environment of the swamp. Four hundred and fifty pounds is a lot. In the swamp, the most you can grow is grass."
"Also, have you noticed the date? From July to October, the planting period is four months. In the southern climate, crops in four months can be planted for two seasons. There should be room for improvement in yield. Two crops a year.
Season, the output is 900 catties, which is quite a lot."
"You can think of it, and so can others. There should be some restrictions."
In the corner of the player area, a few people who looked like old farmers were restless. Listening to the comments of their colleagues, Doudou was sweating.
Siobada, this one looks like an old farmer, and that one also looks like an old farmer. Almost all of the contestants who came to participate in the competition looked like old farmers with rough hands and feet. They were all tanned and had similar temperaments, so I couldn’t write about them.
Ange's line is almost the most special.
Ange walked up to the players and took out a bag of magic crystals: "Buy, grain seeds."
Several players who were fidgeting raised their heads and looked at Ange with some confusion. What do you mean?
Several players' eyes fell on the bag in Ange's hand. After seeing clearly what was inside, their breathing couldn't help but quicken.
There are about a hundred magic crystals in the bag.
Even though there are tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of magic crystals coming in and out of Meishen City at every turn, in fact, the value of magic crystals is very high.
One hundred magic crystals are equivalent to one thousand gold coins. At normal food prices, they can buy one hundred tons of food.
There was a famine this year and the price of food was abnormal. In the past two years, one hundred tons of food were sold to Ice City at the price of one ton of magic crystal for silver coins.
This world is not densely populated, and the small manor outside the city only costs 200 magic crystals. The magic crystals that can buy half a small manor are placed in front of several players.
Even though they are contestants, it can be seen from their clothes and jewelry that they are not rich. How can farmers have any money? Those who are rich are landlords.
Moreover, their village is in a swamp in the south with little arable land. If swamp rice had not been cultivated, the village would have had a problem eating.
This time they came to participate in the competition, and they were invited by Qunxing. All travel expenses, food and accommodation were paid by Qunxing Academy. They had never seen so many magic crystals in their lives, and they were stunned.
Ange didn't know how much he should pay to buy grain seeds. When he saw them stunned, he took his hand back.
The eyes of several contestants were attracted by the magic crystal, and expressions of doubt, loss, regret, and annoyance flashed in their eyes.
One hundred magic crystals can buy a lot of cloth, a lot of medicine, a lot of needles, thread, and hoes for the village. The children in the village don't have to run around naked, and they don't even know that a leech has sucked their penis.
However, these magic crystals floated away from the front...
Ange took back his hand and turned it over. There was a bag and two bags of magic crystals in his hand. He handed it over and repeated again: "Buy, grain seeds."
Several players were stunned again, but they already understood what Ange meant. The opponent wanted to use two bags of magic crystals to buy their bog rice seeds.
Swamp rice is not a rare thing. Villages and tribes in the southern swamp area are growing it, but the yields grown in their villages are higher.
However, I thought the yield was high, but after arriving at the Grain Seed Competition, I discovered that this yield was nothing. The highest yield in the previous world had already exceeded 1,000 kilograms.
If you can use a grain seed that is not very rare and the yield is not outstanding, and exchange it for two hundred magic crystals, this is a very good deal.
An older player in the lead took a deep breath and was about to agree, but Ange withdrew his hand again.
This 'shrinking' almost took away the hearts of several players. They subconsciously leaned forward and had the urge to pounce on them.
Ange turned his hand and found a third bag in his hand: "Buy, grain seeds."
The oldest player couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and held Ange's hand: "Sell."
As he spoke, he took out a grain bag from his arms, which contained about a kilogram of marsh rice grain.
The old farmer players finally understood what Ange was doing. Ange was bidding. Just because they were stunned twice, the bid increased twice.
At that moment, a thought flashed through the old farmer's mind: If he were stunned for a moment longer, would it rise by another hundred?
He thought about it for a while, but the old farmer didn't dare to do it. He didn't dare to bet. If Ange's retracted hand stopped stretching out, wouldn't they be able to sell it at the current price?
One bag of magic crystals had already exceeded his psychological price, and three bags simply stunned him. He didn't dare to be greedy or gamble.
Nigris flew over dumbfounded and glared at Ange complainingly. Ange's movements were too fast. Before he could react, three bags of magic crystals were sent out. How can this be done in business? This prodigal skeleton.
However, the transaction has been completed, and it can't object, so it can only say: "Tell me what else you want to buy, and I will negotiate the price. If you don't know how to do business, you will lose money."
Ange tilted his head and said: "Silver coins."
Nigris thought for a while before he understood what Ange meant. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood. At this time, raising silver coins clearly meant: Silver coins are good for doing business, but you are not.
"No matter how bad I am, I'm still better than you!" Nigris roared angrily, saying, "Hey, this dead skeleton has also learned how to antagonize people with his yin and yang."
It cursed here, and the contestants who got the money also whispered excitedly. One of the youngest contestants said excitedly to the old farmer: "Village Chief, there is a lot of money, can you buy me a pair of shoes?"
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"Haha, okay, okay, this money is enough to buy a pair of shoes for everyone in the village. We will buy them after the game."
Nigris also heard their conversation and looked at their feet with slight surprise. Several players were actually wearing straw sandals.
Nigris's heart trembled slightly. Just now he complained about Ange's wasteful spending, but now he can't complain. Are you so poor?
The farmer who cultivated a high-yielding crop of 450 kilograms is so poor that he doesn't even have shoes?
Isn't this right? The landowners and nobles who are not engaged in production have to be carried when they go in and out, but the hard-working farmers have no shoes to wear?
This is wrong. Shouldn't farmers live in large estates and ride in luxurious carriages? The grain they cultivate and grow is obviously very valuable.
Look at Ange, he has sold more than 10 million magic crystals this year just from food, not to mention other intangible profits.
Nigris suddenly no longer felt that Ange had lost his fortune. Isn't the time, energy and knowledge that the farmer devoted to growing food worth a mere few hundred magic crystals?
The grain seed competition continues with the second team starting.
"The Feidudu planting team on display now is growing wheat, with an output of 530 kilograms per mu. The Feidudu planting team comes from..."
"The next thing to be shown is the Kobold Team. They grow rice, with a yield of 560 kilograms per mu. The Kobold Team is a team composed of humans. They have no blood relationship with the Kobolds. They come from the grassland..."
"The next thing to be shown is the well-fed team. They grow wheat, with a yield of 612 kilograms per mu. The well-fed team comes from the Steel Bone Collar. Their biggest wish is to be full. This
It is also the wish of all of us, and I hope that everyone can have enough to eat..."
With the display of each team, the audience also understood the order of appearance, which was clearly based on grain production, from low to high. This also means that the later the team appears, the higher the grain production will be.
Everyone's expectations were greatly exceeded.
Ange would buy rare grains whenever he came across them, but most of them were wheat and rice, which were not as good as the seeds Ange had, so not many were worth selling.
This disappointed everyone. When Ange bought marsh rice, many people in the contestants area saw it. They thought he had met a rich man and wanted to make a good profit. Unexpectedly, Ange actually saw it.
Compared to wheat and rice, this is obviously a crop with greater yield.
"Isn't this discrimination? Zummi is willing to spend three bags of magic crystals to buy it. Our grain seeds are much more productive than zhummi, but he doesn't even ask? Is he looking down on people?"
"Yes, my rice yield per mu has exceeded 610, and he doesn't even look at me. It's so annoying."
"If you don't buy it, you don't buy it at all. What's the point of just buying marsh rice? It's not fair."
"Ahem, this is the contestant area. The people sitting here are all participating teams. It seems that their teams have not been shown so far. Could it be that they also grow rice and wheat and have a higher yield than us?"
"Well……"
"Well……"
Someone who was sober said something, and those noisy guys instantly shut up.
Yes, if someone also grows rice and wheat, but they haven’t come out yet, the yield must be higher than theirs, so why should they buy their grain seeds?
We are getting further and further back, and the grain yield per mu has suddenly jumped a lot from 820 kilograms: "What is shown next is the elf sapling team, planting elf rice, which is an improved rice.
The yield per mu is one thousand two hundred and twenty kilograms..."
"Wow!" Both the auditorium and the player area caused an uproar. Elf? Elf actually came to participate in the grain seed competition?
What are elves? The elves of nature, the darlings of nature, and the sons of the planes. They can have enough food and clothing without having to plant. When they start planting, the desert can turn into a fertile field.
Among the druid family, the number of elves is the largest. The reputation of the elven druids is so great that people often feel that druids are elves. When people think of druids, everyone will think of elves.
This situation did not change until the Great Druid of Spring Breeze appeared. After being named the winner of the Grain Seed Competition, Druid of Spring Breeze became even more famous.
But no one will underestimate the elves because of this, nor will they think that they can't cultivate good food seeds. Most people will just think that the elves just don't bother to participate.
Unexpectedly, the arrogant elf would suddenly and quietly appear in the grain seed competition, and immediately bring out grain seeds with a yield of 1,220 kilograms per mu.
In the last grain competition, the highest grain yield record per mu was one thousand and a few kilograms, a record set by Master Dubinqi.
The elf immediately raised this record by more than 200 kilograms. If Master Dubinq does not have a more productive grain seed, it means that in the next two years, the crown of the grain seed competition will go to the elf.
On the head.
No one knew the order of the presentation or who was participating, so the situation suddenly became delicate.
Dubinqi hasn't played yet. Is it because he didn't participate in this year's grain seed competition? Or is it because his grain seed yield is higher than that of the elves? It's not his turn to play yet?
The answer was quickly revealed. After the elf was displayed, Thunder's voice sounded: "The next one to be shown is the Dubinqi Master Team, which grows Dubinqi high-yielding rice, with a yield of 1,400 kilograms per mu!"
There was an uproar and cheers in the venue. The uproar was shocking at the figure of 1,400 kilograms.
In just two years, Master Dubinqi once again increased the output of the thousand kilograms of grain seeds he cultivated by almost 400 kilograms, and the output increased by a full two-thirds. He is worthy of being the champion of the grain seed competition and the first in history.
A person who achieved a breakthrough in yield per mu.
The cheering was of course because humans were proud of their victory over the elves. As soon as the elves took action, the record was doubled by 200 kilograms, but what was the use? Humans set a new record.
Everyone watched the simulated illusion excitedly, for fear of missing the wonderful place.
However, the young farmer in the Southern Assassin Team who wanted to buy shoes suddenly thought of something and whispered to the village chief: "Village Chief, the person who bought our food seems to have never appeared. Are they still there?"
later?"
The village chief shook his head when he heard this: "How is it possible? The latter means that their grain seeds are more productive than Master Dubinqi's, at least more than 1,400 kilograms per mu. How is it possible? Although I am very grateful that he is willing to pay a high price to buy it
It is unlikely that our grains will be more productive than Master Dubinsky’s.”
In the VIP area not far away, Du Binqi and his students wiped away cold sweat. Fortunately, they used some extra means, otherwise they would have lost this time.
Even if he doesn't lose to the person who set a record in the academy's simulated magic circle, he still loses to these elves who suddenly pop up. It's really inexplicable. It's so good. Why do the elves come to join in the fun?
While thinking about it, Dubinqi turned his attention to the box next to him, where there was a beautiful elf woman leaning forward and backward, leaning on the railing, looking at the contestants area absently.
Competitors will be arranged in the contestants area, but if you have money, you can also buy your own box and sit in the VIP area. Dubinsky and Elf spent their own money.
Du Binqi guessed: "Is it because she is unwilling to lose and is looking for someone to defeat her?"
"She may have thought that I was in the player area and kept looking over there. Do you want to strike up a conversation? Tell her that I was the one who defeated the elf, and then go into the room to discuss the breeding technology in depth? But I heard that the elf is very pure, so I'm afraid not
Will casually 'discuss' and 'breed' with others."
Just when Dubinqi was thinking about it, Thunder's voice suddenly sounded again: "Next, we invite the Salted Fish Team! What they planted is..."
Hearing this, Du Binqi's head exploded: "I'm not the last team?"
PS: It’s the last day of this year, so I’m updating this in advance. I wish you all a happy new year, all your bad luck, and good luck in the coming year.