Chapter 2623

"You want to farm in Mexico?" Yinglong asked. "You really are a strange American. Not only can you speak Chinese, but you also like farming. As far as I know, people here don't like farming very much."

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about one thing. Why do you speak so much like a modern person?" Schiller asked.

"The heavenly world has the internet," Yinglong said. "Even the Xuanyuan Sword can surf the internet, why can't I? I am a modern dragon."

"No, but why does the heavenly world have the internet?" Schiller was puzzled.

"Of course it's because we work," Yinglong said as a matter of course. "Who do you think is responsible for the favorable weather for so many years? The Thunder God and the Lightning Mother are all second-hand dealers. That's all borrowed rain from me!"

Schiller decided not to think about how the internet was connected to the heavenly world. He said, "To tell you the truth, I am of mixed Chinese and American descent, so my Chinese is so good."

"You can't fool me. I've been with the Yellow Emperor for thousands of years, and you don't have any Yanhuang blood at all."

"Can't I have it in spirit? Don't dwell on this first. Have you forgotten that you are the Feathered Serpent God? We finally called you over, aren't you going to show something?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Yinglong said. "Although they say I am the God of Harvest, I only manage rain. Whether there is a harvest mainly depends on your own farming level."

"Our level is definitely no problem, but you have to ensure that we have favorable weather, not too dry, and not too much rain."

"It's possible, but I don't work for free. Didn't you mention some kind of deal before? What do you want to do?"

"Oh, this," Schiller said. "Kamar-Taj, that is, uh, how to explain it..."

"You mean the village where Yao is?" Yinglong said. "What's wrong with that place where birds don't lay eggs?"

At first, when Yinglong said Yao, Schiller didn't react, and then he remembered that Yao was actually the surname of the Ancient One. The Ancient One was actually an ancient Han person.

"You know the Sorcerer Supreme. How do you know each other?"

"She was the National Teacher of the Ming Dynasty for several years," Yinglong said. "During that time, it was she who submitted the memorial for rain. The memorial was written very well. I was a bit reluctant when she left."

"Since it's an acquaintance, it's easy to handle," Schiller showed a smile and said. "It's like this. The three villages under Kamar-Taj need to make money, so the current Sorcerer Supreme wants to..."

Schiller briefly talked about the magic herb plan and then said, "We have prepared a sum of energy as a reward for the cooperation between the God of Harvest and us. Originally we wanted to find the Egyptian pantheon, but the other side asked for too high a price, so we thought of the Aztec..."

"Why go far away? Can't you just worship the local Earth Temple?"

"There is no Earth Temple there. Besides, the Sorcerer Supreme wants to show sincerity to the other side, so naturally, she can't use their power. Who knew that after looking around, she still found you."

Yinglong grinned and said, "Let me tell you this. All the gods in charge of harvest in the world have a relationship with us. It's the same no matter which one you find."

"But you have to keep it a secret for us. Anyway, we are looking for the Feathered Serpent God. As for history and so on, we don't know anything about it."

"Don't worry, I understand this. But I said I only manage rain. For planting, you have to find Shennong, that is, the Great Emperor Shennong of the Five Grains."

"Find the Flame Emperor directly?? Isn't that too exaggerated?"

"Of course, this is their company boss. According to the rank, you can't find him like this. Downward is Houtu. Actually, the ones who really work are the Twenty-Eight Mansions. You can go find the Di Mansion True Lord and just say I asked you to find him."

"Can he manage Mexico?"

"If the Mexican pantheon was still there, it probably wouldn't work, but the Mayan and Aztec pantheons have long since disappeared..."

At this time, Martin interrupted and said, "Do you know how they disappeared? Why can I still faintly hear their voices?"

Yinglong paused, as if he was checking something, and then said, "Actually, if you had come a few years earlier, it would probably still be okay, but it hasn't been very good recently. People here have started to abandon their land, and the primitive agricultural faith has declined accordingly."

"Is there any salvation?" Martin asked.

"This is complementary. If you want to restore primitive faith, you have to restore people's reverence for farming and land. So you have to farm first to restore faith."

"But we are restoring faith just to farm."

"So we need some external force," Schiller said. "I will find a way to contact that Star Lord, but you also have to leave a contact method, otherwise how can we thank you after it's done."

"No need to be polite. Just call this number after it's done."

Schiller, Clark, and Martin looked at the string of numbers on the note left by Yinglong in silence. It was really just a phone number, not any sacrificial props or god's tokens—a phone number in the literal sense.

"If I had known that I could find him by calling, why bother so much," Clark complained. "If all the gods in the world were so up-to-date, it would save wasting things."

Clark looked at the wheat ears and vegetables on the ground with some heartache. It was not hard to see that they were good grain before being dried.

They returned to the hotel. Martin and Clark both went to rest, while Schiller studied how to contact the Star Lord. Yinglong said there was no phone number for the Star Lord, so he could only find him through official channels. As long as he didn't mention Kamar-Taj, it should be fine, right?

Thinking this way, Schiller dialed the phone of the S. P. E. A. R. agency.

Early the next morning, they gathered in the buffet restaurant for breakfast. Schiller met Magneto again. They originally lived in the same hotel, so seeing each other was normal.

"There's a clue," Schiller said. "We invited a Star Lord from China who can guarantee fertile soil and favorable weather. As long as we farm well, there will definitely be a harvest."

Magneto still looked a bit worried. He said, "Did you tell them that we are going to farm? They won't..."

"They only care if the land will be farmed, not who farms it," Schiller said. "I know Clark is indeed a bit extreme, but what he said is not necessarily not a path."

Magneto pursed his lips and said, "China tried to recruit me. At that time, I had actually already made a name for myself in the United States, but I felt they were no different from the United States, nothing more than wanting to use me..."

"I think if you had joined them at that time, you might already be the chief engineer of China's space exploration program now."

"I don't want to be any engineer," Magneto expressed great resistance. He said, "There is nothing to explore in the universe."

Magneto is always more talkative in front of Schiller, even more than when talking to Charles. Others are not surprised, but they still turn their heads to look here from time to time. After all, it is rare to see Magneto's such rich expressions.

Schiller held a drink and said, "I know you and Charles won't die. You yourself can turn into a magnetic field, and Charles can also live forever by changing bodies. The road ahead is still long. You always have a chance to turn back."

These words clearly hit Magneto's heart. Although they look old now, in fact, as long as they don't want to die, they are immortal.

This means that for ordinary people, most of their lives might just be starting for them. Just like no one would think that a second-grade primary school student cannot give up dance to learn piano, life is still very long for them, and it is not too late to change paths now.

After a while, Magneto seemed to have made up his mind. He said, "What price did that god ask for?"

"You know they never want money, of course, nor do they want you to help with work..." Schiller deliberately dragged out a long tone, looking at Magneto's slightly relieved expression, and continued, "This group of gods in the Chinese Heavenly Court has salaries and basically doesn't need your help, but they are earning extra money this time."

"The extra money they want is not human currency, but incense. I mean the power of faith. In short, he wants to show miracles a few times in front of Mexicans, so that when Mexicans revive their myths, they will also list him as one of the gods, so that there can be continuous income."

"And you need to cooperate with him. It's not that you have to do much. In short, don't cause him trouble."

"Isn't he a god? Still afraid of us causing trouble?"

"It's not that all gods are good at fighting, and even if they are good at fighting, they might not be able to beat you," Schiller looked very helpless, but Magneto felt very proud because of this, and even a bit complacent.

"Don't worry, no problem," Magneto agreed immediately. "I can also help him build momentum, but he has to work seriously. Anyway, I don't understand these things about farming."

"There's no need for you to understand. In the end, don't you still have to hire locals? Compared to mutants descending from the sky to threaten them to farm, the instructions of gods make them easier to accept."

"Then there is only one last question left. The Mexican government..."

"Don't worry, I have already arranged for Martin to dream for their people. Anyway, it's normal for gods to be dissatisfied if so much land is not farmed. It is estimated that they will contact you soon."

In fact, this speed was much faster than Schiller expected. The next day, the deputy director of the Mexican Agricultural Bureau found Magneto. This time, the attitude could be said to have changed greatly.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "Mr. Lehnsherr, it's not that we have to stop you, but you also know that your reputation was not good before. We let you into the village just like this, and the villagers are hard to accept..."

"But I think what you said also makes sense. Since everyone goes to the city to work, it's a waste to leave so much land empty. Renting it to you farmers can also have an extra income, but we have to sign a contract properly. You absolutely cannot squander the land at will..."

Magneto snorted in his heart, but on the surface, he agreed very well. Seeing the appearance of the Mexican government people, the words Clark said to him started to linger in his heart.

Let's see the specific situation, Magneto thought. If China's acceptance of him is higher than he imagined, then paying some sincerity to move them and leaving a way out for himself is not impossible.

After the contract was signed and everything was negotiated, they took the nearest flight to Guadalajara. Only in the south of Mexico are there large areas of fertile land, which is their real destination.

Although it is strange that a Superman and a Magneto have to take a plane, the free time on the plane gave them a chance to communicate about the next step of the plan.

Clark took out a map and pointed it to Magneto, "The arable land area in the entire Jalisco state is ridiculously large, and the quality of the arable land is also particularly good, especially this piece, which can simply be called the hometown of corn. Corn is a good thing, especially the seeds sold by the Fernando seed merchant, which are both hardy and high-yielding..."

"Of course, there are also autumn wheat, sorghum, and potatoes. Everything planted grows, and everything is high-yielding. But just having grain is not enough. You also have to plant some vegetables. Vegetables are more troublesome, but the terrain here is relatively flat, which is particularly suitable for greenhouses..."

Magneto listened quite seriously at first, but later his attention shifted completely to Clark.

Clark turned his head to look at him, and the expression on Magneto's face was probably "Why are you so proficient?"