[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-170":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351651,4600,"Chapter 170: BURNED MY FIELDS","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-170",170,"\u003Cp>As thick flames of soul surged in, a flood of information rushed in with it, jolting Negrilis awake; he excitedly roared: “Updated! My knowledge has been updated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Knowledge, famed for knowing everything, relies on this ability of believers to update his knowledge base: as long as believers worship him, the knowledge they possess is transmitted to him, becoming part of his knowledge system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This ability has advantages and disadvantages: the advantage is that the more believers he has, the richer his knowledge system becomes, even acquiring fragments of the most obscure knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disadvantage is that believers’ knowledge is shallow, rarely containing anything profoundly deep, because scholars who delve deeply into specific fields do not worship him, and he cannot comprehend what those scholars study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is also the main reason he is mocked as the “Common Sense” God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His believers are mostly like this: at first they know nothing, and when exams approach, they pray: “God of Knowledge, please, tomorrow’s exam—tell me what this course is about!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some believers are especially gifted: they grasp knowledge instantly, make connections, and learn rapidly—this is Negrilis’s favorite stage, because they offer the most faith energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When these elite believers’ knowledge enters deeper waters, reaching realms never explored before, Negrilis begins to suffer: if no one has explored it before, then he doesn’t know it either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failing to answer a believer’s question once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, the believer closes his book: “Forget it, I won’t ask you anymore—I’ll study it myself.” Then that believer is gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with his weak, low-quality believers, his faith is feeble, his divine power barely visible, and his number of believers has always been small, especially lacking fanatics—that’s what truly drives him “kua bada.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do others have fanatics and he has none? The reason is his believers are all rational, hard to become fanatical; occasionally one or two do become fanatical, but their devotion isn’t to the God of Knowledge—it’s to knowledge itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current Sava is one of the more fanatical believers Negrilis has ever seen; the thickness of her soul flame proves it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as these soul flames swirled within his divine essence, in an instant, seven or eight tenths of them were siphoned away to Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kua bada! Are you stealing my faith? Why? How can you steal my faith? Have I become your subordinate god?” Negrilis jumped up in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where there is a main god, there are subordinate gods. After finally finding a believer, seven or eight tenths of the faith is being drained? This is unacceptable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head, also puzzled, and returned the soul flame—but soul flames, once integrated, are hard to distinguish; so when he returned it, he accidentally returned too much—well, about a few dozen times more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Brass Book blazed with light, instantly swelling into a massive tome taller than a person, crashing to the ground with a clang, sending out concentric rings of invisible radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can return it? Then fine, take it. Use it when you need, and give it back later.” So subordinate gods can borrow Ang’s faith energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his faith source being weaker than a trickle, Ang compared to him is an ocean—borrowing is perfect; from now on, he can puff out his chest and boast: “My divine power flows like an ocean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang withdrew his power; in an instant, the Brass Book shrank back to its original size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thousand magic crystals tucked in her arms, Sava walked differently—swaying side to side, making sure everyone knew she was rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodbye! We’re leaving! I’ll never come back! No more fear of stepping on filth! I’m buying back my family estate!” Sava declared proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The estate is gone—eaten clean by bugs.” Vanya tore off the doorpost, slung it over her shoulder, grabbed Sava with one hand, hoisted her onto the other shoulder, and strode out of the neighborhood without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand magic crystals is a huge sum—it could buy a bottle of holy regeneration essence, even if it’s diluted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you carrying the doorpost?” Negrilis asked, eyeing the doorpost on Vanya’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Weapon. Minotaur war totem pole.” Vanya declared Baqi ly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Negrilis’s tiny claw scratched at the surface, crumbling it to reveal the hollow, corroded core inside: “The bugs have eaten it all out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanya shrugged: “Can’t help it. Better than bare hands. Outside is chaos now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. Let Ang give you something better. Carrying this thing is embarrassing.” In the end, Ang gave her a jujube wood pole as thick as a common man’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the oasis had abundant jujube wood, and his titans needed jujube wood to replace their weapons, Ang had stockpiled a batch of jujube logs, covered them with earth of life, and in no time they became old, heavy, and hard wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanya adored it—being struck by such a pole could crush a person and horse flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group left the slum and entered the main street. Compared to yesterday, the city had changed completely: the streets were empty; even if people were inside the buildings, they peered out nervously, shrinking back the moment they saw anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could this be wartime curfew?” The Brass Dragon had been returned to the Palace of Rest; now projected onto Ang’s body, he saw the street scene and quickly deduced a possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wartime curfew means restricting traffic, water, fuel, and other resources during war to prioritize military needs, ensuring troops can be moved freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, imagine trying to move a unit elsewhere only to get stuck on the road—that’d be ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can we leave if it’s curfew?” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The insecticide was ready—it should be tested immediately—but how could they leave the city to find bugs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Negrilis was agonizing, hoofbeats rang out—a three-man cavalry unit galloped from the far end of the street. Seeing Ang’s group, they shouted: “Wartime curfew! No loitering! Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After just two words, he Kanqing ed the composition of Ang’s group, his eyes lighting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze first landed on Vanya: “Beautiful totem pole? War Minotaur? Why are you dressed as a civilian? Perfect! You’re conscripted! Go to the quartermaster, get a leather armor, report to the wall! No refusal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes fell on the zombie and Ang—both strong adult males, within conscription range—so he added: “You two are conscripted too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he looked at Sava and the little angel, his expression softening: “You two aren’t conscripted. Go home. Don’t wander. Everyone who can fight is on the wall. Some nasty things are hiding around—if you meet bad people, scream for help, understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he pulled a cloth sack from his saddlebag and two loaves of bread from his chest, shoving them unceremoniously into Sava’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, conscription—during wartime, able-bodied citizens are drafted to help defend the city. It’s standard everywhere. He’s not bad—he even cares for children. Maybe we should go to the wall? We can toss the insecticide from up there, and it’ll be easier to leave.” Negrilis suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded and led the group toward the direction the knight had pointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel followed closely, completely ignoring the knight’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sava awkwardly smiled at the knight, then shoved the bread back into his hands and hurried after Ang. No thanks—I’d rather get hit by bread than eat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! You two girls aren’t conscripted! Don’t go up! The wall’s dangerous!” The knight called out, but no one listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon they reached the quartermaster near the wall. Here, people were growing more numerous—clearly civilians, wandering like headless flies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiots.” Negrilis couldn’t help complaining: “At a time like this, grab armor! If no armor, grab a shield! Once you have armor and shield, grab a weapon! Otherwise, you’ll climb the wall with bare hands and wait to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After complaining, he sighed and contradicted himself: “Then again, grabbing armor, shield, and weapon makes you too conspicuous—a polished look, and the officers won’t know who you are. They’ll definitely assign ‘elite’ to the most dangerous tasks—you’ll die faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Vanya was confused: “So should I take armor? That rider told me to come get armor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it. With your build, you’re elite whether you wear armor or not. Armor adds defense. When someone orders you around, ignore them. Stay right here beside Ang. If danger comes, he’ll protect you.” Negrilis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanya glanced skeptically at Ang. She’d already realized: among this group, the silent Ang was the leader; the talkative Brass Dragon was clearly the lowest in status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn’t sure—after all, in Sava’s words, the Brass Dragon was the God of Knowledge. How could a god be “lowest in status”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Ang’s tiny frame was unconvincing. Vanya didn’t believe such a small human could protect her—she could protect him, at least. She had more flesh to block arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. I’ll stand beside you. I’ll protect you, Vanya resolved inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The quartermaster ahead was packed. Vanya walked over, slammed her totem pole to the ground, shoved her hand forward, and in a flurry of cries and tumbles, she walked through effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon she emerged wearing a leather armor clearly one size too small, the straps digging tightly into her waist and hips. She adjusted it, complaining: “The old man inside said there’s no larger size. This is the best they have. Iron armor is even smaller.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s better than nothing. Go back and let Zihai sew you a full set. Your build only fits Titan armor.” Negrilis sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Vanya was armored. Ang and the zombie looked completely unarmed. The little angel was even more conspicuous—dressed in a pure white dress, pink and delicate, fit only for fairy tales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ascending the wall via the ramp, from afar, the lead cavalryman in the waiting squad, Andong, squinted and frowned: “Huh? Isn’t that the official who delivered the grain? Why are they on the wall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Ang reached the wall, he sensed something. He gazed outward and saw an ocean of bugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the insect-repelling safety line, the ground outside the wall was densely covered in black insects—a carpet stretching to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though each bug was small, their numbers were immense. The collective life aura they emitted appeared to Ang’s soul like a raging wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So many bug ashes.” After staring for a while, Ang murmured suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft. Negrilis, projected onto Ang, nearly choked laughing—so all these bugs across the land were, in Ang’s mind, just fertilizer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they were more than fertilizer—they were Holy Bug Ash Liquid, capable of reviving fossil eggs back into living eggs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wonder if a fried egg could be revived too—if so, that would be a miraculous wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you kids, don’t stand there. Come, sit down.” A middle-aged farmer nearby waved them over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the farmer were a few shy young men. When they saw Ang’s group looking over, they all grinned dumbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang led the group over. The young men quickly moved aside, patting the wall bricks beside them, warmly inviting them to sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vanya sat down without hesitation, taking up space meant for three, and boisterously greeted the farmer: “Hi, I’m Vanya.” Then she laid her totem pole flat on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the pole, as thick as a waist, lay horizontally at bench height and long enough—far more comfortable than sitting on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, comfort was Sava’s concern—so she plopped right onto the pole. Ang and the other two were undead—they could stand all day without discomfort, so they didn’t sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The farmer sucked in a breath: “Call me Old Man Li. You’re one tough Minotaur kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, eats a lot, big appetite, strong.” Vanya, having worked at mercenary guilds and slave markets, had long learned how to blend with laborers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hear that? Eat a lot, get strong.” Old Man Li turned to his young companions, lecturing them. They smiled helplessly: “We’d eat more if we had food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon they were chatting easily. Vanya asked: “Why aren’t the bugs moving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, an officer just passed by and said the bugs are waiting for nightfall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, nightfall? I can’t see well in the dark.” Vanya groaned. Minotaurs have terrible eyesight—rumored to be because they’re herbivores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis was stunned. This tactic was effective. Whether human or Minotaur, night vision plummets—and bugs are black and tiny. In total darkness, you wouldn’t notice them crawling up your ankles until it’s too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans are in trouble. I hope the barrier holds—but doubtful. The bugs didn’t attack yesterday, waited until today—they must’ve been gathering numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, fireballs struck the barrier, clearly testing its strength. That means today’s attack signals the insecticide experts have measured its limits and are confident they can break it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis racked his brain but couldn’t think of any way to stop the bugs at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly, flames erupted from Ang’s head. Furious, he shouted: “Tulus! You burned my fields!” Then he charged toward the wall and leapt down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier was designed to keep things out, not in. Ang passed through it without resistance, crashed onto the ground, summoned the Scythe of Death, and sprinted toward the hill on the right outside the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie and the little angel hurried after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis looked up and saw a bonfire blazing on the hilltop. The flames twisted, occasionally forming a face—radiating a powerful demonic aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t Tulus at all—it was a powerful demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey hey hey! Not Tulus! Don’t mistake every demon for the one who burned your fields!” Negrilis yelled in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>",2256,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9bc0451dcd58ac3227d101e1d143014d23908e529f36ae5053f75d01f3de84b7","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-171","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-169",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]