Count Lebinia led the most powerful farmer in Drogo City, the senior earth magician Drove, along the newly built rammed earth road, passing Iron Sand City, Stromgarde, and crossing a steel structure.
The bridge took a big turn and finally arrived outside Beifeng City.
What she saw along the way made Lebinia stunned: "Isn't this a big change? Why is Beifeng City developing so well? Isn't this a desert? Why are there so many trees?"
Drov was also surprised: "Looking at the water and soil, it shouldn't be possible to grow a tree. What kind of tree is this? A jujube tree? What kind of tree is that one? It's also a jujube tree? Why haven't I seen this variety? Is it a new variety?
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As a senior magician and a druid, Drov is a senior farmer and the most powerful farmer in Drogo City.
Just by hearing his name, you can tell that he has a vague relationship with Drogo City, so he is usually very arrogant and looks down on ordinary farmers or druids.
If Lebinia hadn't repeatedly emphasized that coming to participate in the Grain Seed Competition could show off his great planting skills to the "country bumpkins" in Beifong City, he would never have bothered to go to the North Wind Desert to participate in the Grain Seed Competition.
You can tell with your toes that there are no high-yielding grains in barren mountains like Beifeng City. It would be great to be able to grow something.
Unexpectedly, before he entered the territory of Beifeng City, he felt that something was wrong. Beifeng City was not as desolate as he imagined. Anyway, there were new varieties of crops everywhere that he had never seen before, such as this
Unknown date trees on both sides of the road.
There are actually jujube trees that I don’t recognize?
What surprised him was that while pedestrians were coming and going on the road, the branches were still covered with tender and emerald jujubes. This was an incredible scene.
You know, there is famine everywhere in this world. Let alone green dates, even leaves, bark, and roots are sometimes difficult to stay in their original positions. Isn't Beifeng City short of food?
But even if there is no shortage of food, there will always be poor people. But no one comes to pick the jujube trees planted on the roadside. Could it be that the people in Beifeng City are of high quality?
This strong question lingered in his mind until he met a farmer who was cooling off under a tree. He couldn't bear it anymore and got off the carriage to ask.
The farmer looked at him and smiled honestly: "The guest must be coming from afar. Do you know the god of planting?"
"God of planting? Druid?" Drov raised his eyebrows and said with some dissatisfaction.
Planting is a matter that requires knowledge and experience. He hates it most when it is associated with gods and monsters. Those guys who pray to gods and witches all day long are poor farmers. They only know how to do it.
Place your production on the blessing of the gods.
Just like this typhoon, it was clearly done by magicians and warlocks from the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, but many farmers still regarded it as a miracle and a blessing from some kind of god. Drov hated it very much.
This kind of thing.
However, he heard the dissatisfaction in Derov's tone. The farmer smiled and said nothing. He just muttered something to the jujube tree, then climbed up the tree briskly and picked two green jujubes.
One of them popped into his mouth and he made a crunching sound when he bit it. Obviously, these green dates were extremely crispy.
Some juice splashed out from the cracked place, and some water mist appeared. It was obvious that the green dates contained a lot of water.
The farmer had a satisfied smile on his face. It was obvious that these green dates were extremely sweet.
Drov couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and looked up at the green dates on the tree. If the magician's restraint hadn't stopped him, he might have used magic to knock the green dates off the tree.
The farmer didn't mean to offend him, but for some special reasons, the farmer had to demonstrate clearly first, because the people who had been hurt before complained to him.
The farmer ate half of a green date and then asked: "Guest, do you know the God of Life? Where is the Goddess of Harvest? Don't you even know?"
At this time, Lebinia in the carriage stuck her head out and said: "I know the goddess of harvest."
The farmer was relieved and asked quickly: "Would you like to say: May you be fruitful, have a barn full of rice and wheat, and have good harvests year after year?"
Rabinia was a little curious about what the farmer wanted to do, and quickly said something in cooperation.
After she finished speaking, the farmer handed her another green date, climbed up the tree again, and picked another one.
Rabinia bit into the green date and her eyes suddenly lit up.
After traveling all morning, she was tired, hungry and thirsty. Suddenly she ate a sweet, juicy and crispy green date. She felt refreshed all over her body and couldn't help but say: "It's so sweet."
"Sweet it, the Harvest Goddess bless you so that you can taste the sweetest fruits." The farmer smiled honestly.
Drov understood a little bit, and frowned and asked: "I am not a believer of the Harvest Goddess, so I can't eat these green dates?"
The farmer waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, you can eat it, give it to you."
The farmer handed the newly picked green dates to Drov and said: "Although you are not a believer in the God of Planting, the God of Life, or the Goddess of Harvest, you can still eat it, and anyone can eat it, but..."
Before the farmer finished speaking, Drov bit into a green date, but the tasteless and sticky texture made him spit it out involuntarily: "Bah! What the hell is that? It tastes terrible.
Alright?"
"Oh oh oh, it's over, it's over, I haven't said it yet, it's over..." The farmer said anxiously: "Anyone can eat it, but if you are not a believer of the three gods, you can't feel the sweetness of the fruit. It's over, it's over,
You spit it out? You're wasting food and you're in trouble."
"Oh? I'm in trouble? Does anyone dare to trouble me? Very good, I'll wait here to see who dares to trouble a senior magician." Drov said angrily.
Now he was a little suspicious. The farmer had picked an unripe date to trick him. This was normal. In this era, when traveling, thieves and robbers were common. There were also endless deceptions. Without any strength, if you dared to travel far away, you were looking for death.
So he deliberately revealed his identity as a senior magician to see who would dare to cause trouble for a senior magician.
The farmer was about to cry anxiously: "No, I, you, alas, anyone can eat green dates, but people who don't believe in the three gods cannot eat the sweetness of green dates, but it can fill their stomachs. If anyone is hungry,
Even if you don't believe in the gods, you can still eat enough, but you must not waste it, otherwise you will be in great trouble."
"Oh? What's the trouble?" Drov asked calmly.
The farmer said pitifully: "I will have diarrhea. I hope you brought enough leaves to wipe your butt."
Drov's face changed, and he subconsciously thought: "Magicians don't use leaves to wipe..." Then he heard a thunderous sound in his abdomen, and he felt endless relief.
Drov's face turned green and he said urgently: "You poisoned the dates! Well... catch him, don't let him run away..."
Before he could finish his words, he turned around and ran towards the roadside. When he reached out and picked it up, a hollow round pillar of mud rose up from the soil on the roadside. Drov lifted up his robe and sat down on it. He heard a spurt of water pouring into the sea.
A sound that never returns.
The other person who also had a green face was Lebinia, because she also ate a green date, while Drov only ate half of it and spit it out, which meant that there was just a little juice on his mouth, but it turned out that
so?
Although there was no reaction in her stomach, Lebiniya was still hesitant to find the pit in advance. She didn't have Drov's ability to find the pit at random.
But at this time, the farmer was trembling and turned around, and said anxiously: "Madam, you have to testify for me that you also ate green dates and I did not poison you. The Master did this because he wasted food and suffered
The curses of the gods are none of my business."
The farmer's expression didn't look like he was lying, and Lebinia didn't feel like running away. She didn't reject the gods like Drov did. After hearing this, he asked: "It's really not you who poisoned me?"
"Really, no, no, everyone here knows that wasting food will be cursed by the gods. Diarrhea is the mildest, and in severe cases, the body will become red and blistered, or even die." The farmer hurriedly argued.
"Redness and blisters?" Lebinia's face changed drastically, and she asked hurriedly: "I also ate it, and I didn't have diarrhea. Will it cause redness and blisters? Is it an allergy? I'm not a believer in the gods, no.
Will something happen?"
It’s fine if you have diarrhea. Don’t pull it out in public and it’ll be fine. But if it turns red and blisters form? Oh my god, will it disfigure your face?
The farmer shook his head: "You can't. You prayed to the harvest goddess. The gods let you taste the sweetness of green dates. You will be fine."
"Is it really that magical? Just pray and it will be all right?" Lebinia still couldn't believe it.
The farmer nodded affirmatively: "It's so magical."
At this time, a couple with seven children came to the road and said hello to the farmer. Then the family knelt under a jujube tree and prayed devoutly.
After finishing, several children climbed up the tree and picked eighteen green dates, two for each person, no more and no less, and gnawed them all the way back.
Obviously, they were not the only ones who ate green dates. Judging from the familiarity of the family, it was obvious that this was not the first time they had picked these green dates.
"Who are they?" Lebinia asked curiously.
"Oh, the poor people in the city were recruited by the Chamber of Commerce to manage the vegetables in the greenhouses, and they can eat. However, they have too many children, and the money they earn is not enough to eat, so they come here every day to pick two green dates to eat."
The farmer explained.
"Greenhouse vegetables?" Lebinia frowned. She seemed to have heard of this term, but she didn't bother to ask it for the moment. Instead, she asked another question: "Why only pick two? Can't you pick more? Two
Can you eat enough?"
The farmer explained: "This is a gift from the gods, but the gods do not support lazy people. Just eat two people and you will not die of hunger. If you want to be full, you can work by yourself."
After that, he added: "Eating too much will cause diarrhea."
"Then can't I not eat it? I can pick more and put it back and eat it tomorrow so that I don't have to run out again and again. Will it cause diarrhea?" Lebinia asked.
If this could be done, there would definitely be none of these green dates left. Someone would definitely pick them all and sell them in the city. As long as you eat two at a time, just pray before eating.
The farmer said: "It won't cause diarrhea, but it will cause redness and blistering."
Lebinia asked a few more questions, and the farmer answered them one by one, which made her even more confused. The existence of these green dates seemed to be to maintain the minimum food security for people. Eat too much and hide them.
It’s not okay to eat it at the next meal, it must be picked and eaten now.
If you pray, it will be very sweet. It doesn't matter if you don't pray, but it will taste like chewy meat, but it can fill your stomach. This is very strange. What if someone who doesn't believe in God comes to eat, can it also fill his stomach?
"Yes, the gods don't care about faith, as long as they don't waste it." The farmer said, "But they can't taste the sweetness of the green dates. If they weren't hungry, they wouldn't eat it."
Hearing this, Lebinia immediately understood why the green dates stayed on the tree instead of being picked off. This design was too subtle.
Believe it, it tastes delicious. If you don’t believe it, you can eat it. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me. You won’t starve to death anyway. If you believe me, it’s delicious, but you can’t eat too much.
It feels like a Notre Dame relief effort.
After hearing this, Lebinia was certain that the poison was not caused by the farmer. This kind of excuse was not something that a farmer could make up.
Realizing this, Lebinia suddenly had an impulse and asked: "Can I have another one?"
The farmer said quickly: "Okay, okay, everyone can eat two at a time, and I will pick them for you..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Lebinia reach out her hand and a green date fell down.
The farmer's eyes widened. It turned out that this lady's martial arts skills were so high. I heard the cave dwarves in the tavern bragging about it. At least the one who could show off his fighting spirit was a sword master. Oh my god, a female sword master.
Lebinia prayed devoutly, her attitude was much more correct than the first time, and then she bit into the green date, and a sweeter and more refreshing taste burst into her mouth and tongue, which was even more delicious than the one just now.
Could it be that the attitude towards prayer can also determine the taste of green dates?
At this time, Drov came back with a pale face. He could only rub because his legs were so weak that he could not walk. Then he saw Lebinia eating the second green date. He shouted weakly: "You still eat it?"
?poisonous."
Lebinia shook her head: "Lord Drov, I have nothing wrong with you. What he said is probably true. It is easy to confirm what he said. You tell your followers not to pray but to eat one."
Naturally, there were more than just Lebinia and Drov in the convoy. As a senior magician, he still had several followers. He immediately selected two followers. One did not pray and the other prayed. They both went to the date tree in the distance.
On the table, pick two green dates at random and eat them separately.
The praying man's eyes lit up and he ate the green dates happily.
The man who didn't pray made a bitter face on the spot, but didn't dare to spit it out. He had seen what happened to Drov, so he chewed and swallowed it.
After waiting for a long time, there was no response. Drov motioned for him to eat the remaining half of the pill, and then said: "Spit it out."
The one who didn't pray had no choice but to vomit it out. After waiting for a few seconds, his stomach thundered and he quickly ran to the side to sit on the hollow mud pillar that had been built in advance.
So miraculous? Is it really possible not to pray, but not to waste it? Siobada, can this green jujube understand human speech or is there something going on?
I didn't believe it! Drov pulled the first follower who had prayed and ordered him to eat the second green date and then spit it out.
"Physical problems must be that everyone's physique is different, so some people have diarrhea and others don't." Drov comforted himself stiffly.
Then he was disappointed. The first follower ate the green dates, vomited them out, and a few seconds later, his stomach was thundering, and he went to the roadside to occupy a pit.
"I don't believe it, it's impossible, it doesn't make sense." Drov was a little confused, and he pulled the third, fourth, fifth follower, until he was the sixth follower.
Unfortunately, the sixth follower was not spared either. There was a row of swordsmen sitting on the roadside, and all of them turned green in the face.
Now Drov finally believed it. These green dates really understood human speech. He gave up his plan to try again and turned to the farmer and said: "Okay, I believe it. I blamed you wrongly. Eh? You guys?"
What's wrong?"
The farmer and Lebinia both stood up straight and stiff. After hearing his question, the farmer and Lebinia timidly looked at the top of his head and whispered: "You have offended the gods. From now on."
From the fourth time on, God is watching you."
Drov froze and slowly raised his head, and sure enough he saw a pair of eyes above his head staring at him.
This kind of 'seeing' is not physical sight, but mental perception, as if there are really a pair of eyes and a tilted head in that empty place.
"I...I...I'm doing a control experiment." Drov explained dryly, trembling.
The head actually nodded, then stretched out his hand and nodded towards him. The next moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief. He didn't care about the gazes of the gods. He flew all the way to pass by and sat down. Fortunately, he had done more at the beginning.
There were several hollow mud pillars.
God's gaze disappeared, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a row of pale-faced bare-butt men on the roadside.
After finally feeling relieved, Drov discovered a problem: the paper was gone.
"It's over now. The noble magician has to wipe his butt with leaves. My friend, please lend me some leaves."