Chapter 2624

Until getting off the plane, Magneto still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. He held the contract, full of ambition, feeling that soon he could bring a large amount of grain resources back to the Andromeda Galaxy and continue to be a sharp knife for humans to explore the stars.

The plane landed in Guadalajara, where it was even hotter. The distribution of rain and heat in Mexico is similar to China—both are humid in the south and dry in the north. The north is dry and hot, while here it is humid and hot.

Schiller hadn't walked out the door yet, but felt that the clothes on his body were soaked, but Clark felt very happy. He said, "Although I don't know what year this is, it looks like we are lucky. The rain conditions this year are quite good, and there should be a harvest soon."

Schiller stared at the text message on his phone and said, "This is not luck. The Star Lord has already started working. Which village should we go to first?"

"Are we going directly?" Magneto raised his eyebrows. He said, "Shouldn't we find a hotel first..."

"Find what hotel? Of course, go directly to the village and find a civilian house to live in. It rained today, and sowing tomorrow morning when the soil hasn't dried yet is the best," Clark strode toward the outside of the airport and said, "I'll call a car."

The group came to the outside of the airport. There was no lack of black car drivers waiting to pick up passengers here. Clark chatted with them in authentic southern-accented Spanish. Several drivers thought Clark was a local Mexican celebrity who came to film a show, so they were all very easy to talk to.

But after seeing Clark bring several passengers who were clearly Americans, they waved their hands and were unwilling to take this job. Clark had to take out that set of rhetoric, saying they were American experts who came to provide agricultural guidance.

Who knew they didn't buy this set at all, very straightforwardly expressing that the United States couldn't possibly send experts to provide agricultural guidance.

Finally, after pulling the skin for a long time, the price couldn't be lowered, but fortunately, Schiller didn't care about this bit of money, so the group finally got in the car.

On the way, Clark talked eloquently about the local climate and land conditions. Magneto and Schiller, who looked more like scholars, remained silent. Magneto didn't know, and Schiller didn't understand.

When getting off the car, this local driver really believed they were American experts who came to provide agricultural technical guidance, so he gave them a discount, which made Schiller very happy.

But when they arrived at the place, the group was in trouble. Although they held a contract to contract the land here, the village was not completely empty. As soon as they walked into the village, they harvested many unwelcoming gazes.

Magneto snorted coldly, not caring at all. His sharp gaze like a hawk swept over the villagers squatting in the corners, already planning to pick a thorn to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

Clark was a bit worried because the villagers here were not living very well. Although it hadn't reached the point of starvation and rags, clearly, the ground was full of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, and even children were hard to see.

The only young man received them in a dim and dilapidated room and indicated that the situation was just like this. Most of the strong laborers had gone out to work, and the fields were not farmed, but the local villagers were unwilling to give the land to others. The problem could only be solved by yourselves.

Sure enough, as soon as Clark wanted to go to the fields to check the situation of the land, several old men carrying hoes rushed over, wanting to use hoes to beat Clark and his party away.

Magneto narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand, and with a light pinch of his fingers, all the hoes flew up instantly.

"Oh! Hey, don't do that!"

The first to scream was actually Clark. He rushed over to support the few people who almost fell, checking if they were okay.

Magneto opened his mouth and wanted to threaten, but Schiller hurriedly stopped him and grabbed the front of his words and said, "Don't misunderstand, everyone. We are renting the land and will pay you rent."

Sure enough, as soon as money was mentioned, it instantly attracted the other side's attention, but from their expressions, Schiller could tell that they actually knew about this, just wanted to find some trouble for themselves to ask for extra protection fees. It didn't look like they were good people either.

What made Schiller feel surprised was that Clark also realized this point immediately. He let go of his hand and stepped back a few steps. Magneto pushed lightly with his hand, and the few people all fell on the ridge.

Two women rushed out in a hurry from behind, shouting in broken English, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!"

They thought it was Schiller's side who took guns to knock down this group of people, and after rushing over and finding no bleeding or screaming, they were also stunned.

"Ladies, what's going on?" Clark shouted in an authentic accent. "Who are these people? They want to attack us!"

"They are not people from the village, they... they... forget it, you guys go quickly, go find Gonzalez..."

"Since we have returned to the village," Schiller said, "This group of people might be local ruffians wandering around the village, feeling that we are the kind of fat sheep. The villagers must also know they will come, just wanting to use their behavior to test our attitude."

"It won't be long before the rumor that we are weirdos will spread throughout the village. It will be difficult to appease them by then."

"Drive them all away," Magneto said quite annoyedly. "Aren't there a few villages next to it? Let them live there."

"That won't work," Clark said. "The land of those few villages is also within the scope of our lease. We will encounter trouble anyway. You guys don't worry about it, look at me."

Clark drilled into the room they went to before and discussed with the young man Gonzalez for a long time. As a result, in the evening, the villagers actually took the initiative to send them food.

"How did you tell them?" Schiller asked with some surprise. "This attitude changed a bit fast."

"I asked them if the last rain came quite suddenly. I said we were mages from the Himalayas, and this time it was the agricultural god who blesses favorable weather who asked us to come and see why the sacrifices were insufficient..."

Schiller slapped his forehead, "You are Superman, is your painting style a bit wrong?"

"Actually, it's because I saw they had a calendar in the room, marked with the sacrifice time, but the calendar hadn't been torn off for a long time, indicating that they hadn't sacrificed recently."

"Since you said it was the rain brought by the Eastern God, the farmers closest to the land couldn't possibly not notice that this rain was abnormal and inconsistent with the usual season, so they were more likely to believe me."

"Plus this gentleman just now, ah, Mr. Lehnsherr..."

"Call me Erik," Magneto waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, Erik, his move just now scared that group of ruffians. The villagers didn't like them either. Helping the villagers drive them away can be considered a good thing."

"But next, we have to use actions to prove our identity. Just now I went to the warehouse to take a look. Because of the lack of manpower, the seeds purchased before couldn't be fully planted. This rain will make many of them damp and sprout. We have to be quick."

Schiller nodded and didn't say anything, but Magneto was a bit dazed. He asked, "Then what are we going to do now? Bury the seeds in the soil?"

Clark said helplessly, "Of course, plow the land first. Your kind of telekinesis, um, I mean magnetic force, can only be used to control metal?"

"How is that possible!" Magneto looked at Clark as if looking at an illiterate person. He said, "Magnetic force is the king of all forces. If I want, I can even turn this piece of land into a high mountain instantly."

"That would be great," Clark didn't care about Magneto's attitude at all. He said, "I thought you were going to control metal hoes to plow the land?"

Schiller suddenly laughed out loud. Both of them looked at him puzzled. Schiller waved his hand and said, "Nothing, thought of some funny things, you guys continue."

The rain had just stopped for a while, and the three of them came to the ridges again. This was a vast land that couldn't be seen at a glance. Clark flew up to take a look and found that except for this piece of land near the village under their feet, the rest were basically in a wasteland state, looking like they had been empty for at least two or three years.

"This is just right," Clark said. "They remembered to nourish the land before they left. Now the fertility of this land should have recovered almost enough. It will definitely be a harvest. Let's start."

Magneto flew into mid-air. Schiller raised his head and shouted to him, "Are you really going to do it yourself?"

Magneto didn't say anything. Schiller couldn't stop him either, so he moved a stool and sat on the side to watch. Who knew Clark said to him, "Don't be idle either, go call the villagers over."

Forget it, Clark in the planting state couldn't see any idlers. Schiller couldn't help much in this stage anyway, so he turned and went to the village to call people.

The villagers actually saw the two shadows flying in the sky long ago. There were few people here, and they hadn't seen any mutants or superheroes. Although they knew there was a large group of superhumans in this world, they hadn't seen them with their own eyes. Without Schiller calling them, they all ran over one after another at this time.

But the miracles they expected that were powerful and shocking didn't happen.

At first, it looked like it was going to happen. The black old man wearing a suit raised his hand, and one gully after another appeared on the field quickly. The villagers looked at him in shock.

But soon Clark interrupted Magneto. He said, "No, wait, you plowed too deep. Corn seeds can't be buried so deep. If they are not breathable, they will definitely mold and rot. Fill it up!"

Magneto's hand paused. He knew he didn't understand. The reason he did it himself was because he wanted to learn. After all, he couldn't understand nothing and rely on others when farming in the Andromeda Galaxy. He was never that kind of person.

So he waved his hand again, and the soil that had been plowed out before fell back into the ridge one after another, but Clark's voice came out again, "No, don't press them solid, otherwise the previous loosening of the soil will be in vain. God, can't you control your strength?"

Magneto's anger surged, but thinking that what the other side said was right, it was indeed his own lack of understanding, and he wasn't a person who would make trouble unreasonably, so he took a deep breath and suppressed the anger.

"No, you can't make gullies directly like this. You just pressed them solid. You have to loosen the soil again, turn all the soil here, and then you can make gullies again."

"Yes, that's it." Clark watched the invisible power turn over the surface soil. The soil fell lightly, fluffy and soft.

"No, no, no, don't make gullies directly!" Clark called to stop again, "You have to flatten the land first, otherwise the base is not flat, won't the gullies be deep and shallow?"

Magneto had to flatten the land again, but Clark shouted, "No! Don't use force! You pressed them solid again, you have to loosen the soil!"

Magneto took a deep breath.