Chapter 18: Boundless Divine Grace!

These fox-folk had never seen a crop like this before.

One stalk actually grew this many.

Fifteen!

Each one weighs at least a tael or two!

This single plant's yield must be at least three or four jin!

Compared to rice, this harvest is simply terrifying!

After all, how much land does a single plant of this crop take up?

And it looks like it doesn't need any irrigation at all — no careful tending like rice or wheat!

The soil here is so fertile, there's no need for fertilizer at all.

Seems like once you plant it, you don't have to do anything!

"Holy Maiden, may I have a look?"

Beside her, the fox-folk chieftain asked excitedly.

The fox-girl Sister Qing Ling nodded and handed that bunch of potatoes to the fox-folk chieftain.

The fox-folk chieftain lifted them and felt his hand grow heavy at once.

"What a terrifying yield!"

The fox-folk chieftain did not hide his shock at all!

What's even more terrifying — if every crop like this had such a horrifying yield, how shocking would the harvest of a single mu be?

That was a number she didn't dare even imagine.

In fact, even a human well-versed in agriculture would be startled by that number.

After all, in the world Lin Yan had transmigrated from, the peak yield of potatoes could easily reach ten thousand jin per mu.

How much does rice yield?

This world had no hybrid rice, nor the fine chemical fertilizers of the previous life.

Even with magic or divine arts to boost the harvest, reaching the level of hybrid rice would mean at most one or two thousand jin per mu.

And rice demands far more effort and far more growing time than potatoes.

So that bunch of potatoes left the fox-folk chieftain stunned for quite a while.

As for the other fox-folk, they had long been so excited they didn't know what to do with themselves.

Now, one key question remained.

Can this god-granted crop stave off hunger?

Yes — the fox-folk chieftain hadn't even thought about the taste yet.

If it can fill the belly, every problem is solved!

"Follow me."

The fox-girl Sister Qing Ling had already had a pot set up.

Then, following the divine revelation she had received, she washed the potatoes and tossed them in.

Besides that, she also buried a few potatoes in the firewood.

After roughly ten-odd minutes, the potatoes in the pot were done.