[{"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-212":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},2351693,4600,"Chapter 212: Received Taxes a Hundred Years in Advance","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-212",212,"\u003Cp>Stepping on the dry, cracked ground, Ang instantly sensed the land’s nature: barren, arid, stony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning his head to follow the light, he saw the cave entrance not far off; sunlight slanted in through it, and from its angle and size, he deduced the daily illumination would be insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearby moisture was thin, the air murky, indicating poor airflow—such land was rarely cultivated, and crop yields would be low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ang no longer cared; he hadn’t planted anything in ages, and the Soul of Cultivation was bursting to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, in the Holy Heaven, he tended those elf beans, and the farms of the Palace of Rest saw all manner of crops thriving, their cultivated area far larger than the thousand years he’d spent farming in the Palace of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after tilling the paddy fields beside the Fallen Dragon Lake and on Huxindao, Ang found those small plots beneath him—they barely warmed him up before he was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!” Ang turned and called to the little angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little angel hurried over, wielding the Earth Holy Hammer, smashing the ground with a rumbling crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Earth Holy Hammer, he’d grown rusty at the Tilling Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!” Ang turned and called to the little zombie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little zombie raised both hands, conjuring a hoe, and swiftly dug a trench, precisely flinging the soil to either side to form two ridges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through relentless training, the little zombie had become an expert trench-digger—dig wherever he wanted, to whatever depth he chose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaah!” Ang called to Negrilis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis sighed, dragging himself over to Ang, then was fitted with a backpack-like basket, its bottom equipped with a small rotating disc, connected by a rope pulled by Negrilis’s tiny stubby claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each tug turned the disc once, releasing seeds one by one; as he flew along the trench and ridges, the seeds fell onto the ground at regular intervals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Lord Negrilis, upgraded the seeder?” Lu Se ran over, curiously watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen Ang and the others sow before—either carrying a cloth sack with a hole punched in the bottom, letting seeds fall randomly, or relying on Ang’s magic to scatter them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now Ang had his own task—he couldn’t spare his hands. After Negrilis sowed the seeds, Ang followed behind, his hands like two sprinklers, thoroughly drenching the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After watering, Ang stamped down a footprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire process flowed like water—Serena stared, dumbfounded: no water source? Just magic condensing water? Good heavens, had he gone mad?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he could even accelerate growth? According to the Blind Sword Saint, the crops would mature and be ready for harvest in just three hours?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena had half-doubted the claims of the God of Undeath and the God of Knowledge; now she believed them—this was a god, the God of Cultivation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eagerly, Ang unrolled phosphate from the Palace of Rest and used the Pollination Spell to evenly dust it between the ridges, enriching the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watered twice more, and when the flowers emerged, he activated the Pollination Spell again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within three hours, Serena saw a field of mature grain, heavy and bowed low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena wandered to the field’s edge, staring blankly at the harvest, her expression complex: “If we could grow food this fast, so many wouldn’t have starved. My brother wouldn’t have vanished searching for grain, still unaccounted for… my parents…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena couldn’t continue, sobbing uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strong, powerful hand pressed onto her shoulder, squeezing gently, as if transmitting strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena could no longer hold back—she burst into tears, grabbed the hand, and executed a perfect over-the-shoulder throw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se, caught off guard, was flung through the air, landing on his back, spinning dizzily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena cried for a few moments, then calmed. She walked over to Lu Se, still dazed on the ground, and pulled him up: “Thanks. Hitting you made me feel better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—you—what… what realm are you? How are you so fast? So strong?” Lu Se had surpassed High-Grade Sword Saint; even unprepared, he shouldn’t have been thrown by an ordinary person—but Serena showed no trace of martial energy or magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. Ever since I sold my soul to the big cat, my strength just exploded.” Serena flexed her elbow, showing off her biceps—they were surprisingly toned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis chimed in: “A divine practitioner—similar to a goddess priestess possessed by a holy spirit. But since the extradimensional beast is naturally strong and fast, those traits manifest in her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se stared at Serena’s arm, drooling, unable to resist reaching out to touch it: “So you never trained in martial energy? Your bones are extraordinary, your tendons and fascia perfectly stretched. Even without training, you’ve got this potential—if you’d trained from childhood, eaten plenty of beetroot, meat, eggs, and milk, you’d be flying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena clenched her fist and told the man whose breath was nearly on her arm: “Get any closer, and I’ll make you fly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—a figure, inverted and wielding a scythe, shot past them like a blur, and the crops fell in neat rows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After harvesting, they threshed the grain, dried the stalks, burned them to ash, and scattered the ash back onto the field, repeating the entire three-hour cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena’s emotions had settled. Seeing this, she couldn’t help saying: “Still planting? If you’re planting again, I’m going back—I was in the bath when the big cat dragged me here, and I’m still sticky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negrilis said: “Wait. We can’t leave right after sowing—the cave entrance has no light now; you can’t plant without it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting a while, Ang finished sowing, thoroughly watered the field, and led the group out of the cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, they found the cave entrance halfway up the mountain, flanked on both sides by endless, wall-like mountain ranges. Below stretched a boundless plain, desolate and silent, covered in a layer of black ash that stretched to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that… soil of rest?” Negrilis stared at the plain below, involuntarily murmuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena turned and said: “Soil of rest? No, that’s death ash—the ashes of the dead. Where undead grow too numerous, this death ash grows on the ground.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that just soil of rest? So much of it? How many undead are there here?” Negrilis asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena shook her head: “I don’t know. But when Eternal Night comes, half the Fallen Lands are undead—thick as a market fair. Oh, we live in the patch at the mountain’s foot, where there’s no death ash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Serena’s gesture, Negrilis saw a narrow gap between the death lands and the mountains. From above, it looked tight—but in reality, it was a vast stretch of land, home to a town with no walls at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You live there? Aren’t you afraid of the undead? No defenses—they could wipe you out with one wave of skeletons and zombies.” Negrilis exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serena asked, surprised: “Why fear the undead? They don’t collect taxes. Sometimes they even give us food, saying they’re afraid we’ll grow too thin. All they ask is our bodies after death. We live peacefully here—so why fear them? The church’s parasites are the real threat. Refugees fleeing from the other side of the mountains say the church has already collected taxes a hundred years into the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: A bit sleepy, can’t write more. Going to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>",1212,"2026-06-21T03:18:45.378Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","be8ac599e355c366db132378cfd8d076d7994d8e3027b90a94d4661be374c1a1","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-213","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-211",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]