Chapter 238: Then don't blame me for being impolite

Ang took out a bottle of black liquid, poured it into the bucket in one gulp, and seeing the color was still light, he took out another bottle. He poured three bottles in a row, stirred it evenly, and then began the delicate work.

Only to see his fingers flicking, the liquid in the bucket jumped up, following his movements to flick toward a certain plant, then exploded. The exploded water mist was evenly sprinkled on the plant.

It continued like this without stopping until all the plants were sprinkled with the insect-ash liquid fertilizer.

Nigris flew back with a flutter and tipped off Ang: "Ang, those druids are constantly shining light on every plant. It seems to be supplementary lighting, but the light is only red and blue, which is a bit strange."

Ang hurriedly threw down the fertilizer and ran to the top of the tower to look down.

Only to see those druids scattered all over the farmland, each tending to a portion of the crops, with red or blue light radiating from their hands, constantly wiping over the plants.

Ang rested his chin on the windowsill and watched until the druids finished their work.

Then he raised his palm, holding up a ball of pure white holy light. After turning his palm a few times, the color of the holy light began to change.

No, Ang shook his hand and conjured another ball of white light. This ball of white light was not as soft as the holy light; it was a bit dazzling, and after watching it for a long time, one would feel their eyes sting.

"Flash spell?" Nigris leaned over and said: "It shouldn't be a flash spell. They can persist in shining it for several hours, which is even more powerful than the magic arrays used in the Lich City. The consumption of a flash spell is too great; they couldn't possibly persist for so long."

Just as Nigris finished speaking, the white light in Ang's hand suddenly turned blue, and after a while, it turned red again.

Nigris frowned and watched for a long time, then said hesitantly: "It's still a flash spell, but the elemental fluctuations are much less. Could it be that because it only emits red and blue light, the consumption is reduced? But what is the use of this?"

Saying more is useless; it still needs to be tested. Ang immediately marked out a small control area in the farmland, with part of it receiving red and blue light, part receiving holy light, and part planting glowing moss for supplementary light.

Seven or eight days later, the difference became obvious. The crops receiving red and blue light, whether it was the stalks or the leaves, were much more robust than those receiving only holy light and glowing moss.

"It seems these druids aren't just freeloaders; they do have some unique techniques," Nigris said.

Its planting knowledge hadn't been updated for a thousand years. Now, what was updated was all from Ang's school of thought. What Ang didn't understand, it didn't understand either.

Whether it was the planting methods of a thousand years ago or Ang, neither had knowledge about red and blue light, but now they did.

Ang immediately expanded the irradiation range to the entire planting area, irradiating it for two hours every day.

However, for that original control area, Ang increased the dosage, irradiating them for eight or nine hours a day, almost being shrouded in light all night, and then they grew leggy.

It seems that supplementary lighting also needs moderation. Ang kept experimenting and comparing, and soon found the most suitable supplementary lighting duration. Given the lighting conditions in the Land of Fallen, supplementary lighting for three hours a day allowed the crops to grow best. Exceeding three hours made the crops prone to growing leggy.

A week later, Du Binqi quietly came to the bucket again, stingily took out a bottle of black liquid, and poured it in. After pouring, seeing that there was still a little residue hanging on the wall of the bottle, he scooped some water to rinse it, then poured it into the bucket, not willing to waste a single drop.

He muttered in his mouth: "The second bottle already. One bottle every seven or eight days; I'll have to dump more than a dozen more bottles in the next two months. This mission is a loss. No, I must ask for more money."

On the other side, Ang also took out three bottles of black liquid, poured them in without even looking, stirred and flicked his hand, and began to water.

Time passed day by day like this. During this period, Anthony had looked for him twice, saying that the elves were looking for him all over the world and were almost crying. Now the whole world was curious about who Lord Ang was and why he gave the elves so little face.

Yinbi also looked for him several times, saying that the commercial environment here was too poor and supplies were scarce. He had already organized manpower for production and self-rescue, hoping that Ang would provide some high-yield grain seeds, and then he sent over a pile of Ever-Flowing Spring Stones.

In the Land of Fallen, Ever-Flowing Spring Stones were the most practical. There were few streams here, especially in the third month after the Eternal Night, when surface water was almost exhausted, but the humidity in the air was very high. Ever-Flowing Spring Stones could condense water during the day just by being thrown into a vent.

With the Ever-Flowing Spring Stones, Ang was saved from consuming magic to water, and he could have more time for supplementary lighting.

Thus, Ang gave Yinbi several tons of grain as seeds.

In the third month, Yinbi dragged a plow back and told Ang: "I organized some manpower to dig coal, mine, build furnaces, and blacksmith shops. After being busy for three months, I finally made iron plows, as well as various iron farm tools. My lord, do you need them?"

Ang shook his head; the little zombie was more useful than an iron plow.

Nigris was dumbfounded: "In just over two months, you did so many things? Ironware was even forged? You know how to forge iron?"

Yinbi scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "My lord is joking. How could I know how to forge iron? But there are people who do. I carried a few bags of rice into the human camp and shouted, 'Who knows how to forge iron?' Good heavens, the people who rushed up almost tore me apart."

"I was almost squeezed to death, so I hurriedly shouted: 'Who knows how to fight?' More than twenty warriors rushed over to protect me. Under their protection, I recruited a batch of blacksmiths, a batch of miners, some furnace burners, a batch of farmers, and a batch of people to do laundry and cooking. The Great Sage also transferred a batch of zombies and skeletons to me, along with a few guards, saying he wanted to fully support my work."

Nigris asked in confusion: "The Great Sage fully supports your work? What does that have to do with him? And he even transferred guards to protect you? Where are the guards?"

Nigris asked, and a shadow reluctantly emerged from behind Yinbi: "Here, my lord." It was exactly those shadow guards who had previously protected the druids.

"It's you guys again? What did Yinbi do? The old undead actually let you come to protect him?" Nigris asked in surprise.

The shadow guards replied honestly: "Reporting to my lord, Lord Yinbi is organizing production. The Great Sage said that none of us have Lord Yinbi's organizational ability, so we must ensure Lord Yinbi's safety."

The shadow guards became very honest. They had to be; the embryonic dragon in front of them had the friendship of being able to roll around with the Great Sage.

Nigris looked Yinbi up and down and nodded: "So that's it. Yinbi's organizational ability is indeed very strong. The old undead has a good eye."

Could it not be strong? Among so many of Ang's believers, Yinbi and Anthony were the ones who needed the least worry; they could build a commercial network by themselves.

Previously, it was because of the war that the humans had no heart to organize production, and the undead side lacked the power to organize it. Now, with a guy like Silver Coin who has strong organizational skills, they can produce iron goods in just over two months.

With a large number of iron tools and farm implements, more farmland could be reclaimed more efficiently, and farming could be done more efficiently. In this way, even without high-yield grain seeds, grain production could increase several times over.

Problems that technology couldn't solve were solved by scale. The Great Sage suddenly discovered that if productivity was increased by another one or two times, the grain problem might be solved, and there would be no need for druids at all.

Under these circumstances, how could the Great Sage not value Yinbi? After discovering that he was a lich, he even spared no effort to poach Ang's corner, emphasizing that as long as Yinbi pledged allegiance to him, he could immediately take charge of the undead army of the Land of Fallen.

Yinbi firmly stated: "I have a master!"

Regardless, Yinbi's ability was demonstrated. The Great Sage still ordered all units to cooperate with Yinbi as much as possible and even sent shadow guards to protect him.

Nigris couldn't help but sigh after hearing this: "Yinbi, you are truly amazing. The grain problem was actually solved by you in this way. If the yield is low, you fight with scale; if the efficiency is low, you update tools. The grain problem doesn't necessarily have to be solved by grain means. Amazing."

Yinbi was a bit embarrassed by the praise and scratched his head: "I just felt that there is no industry here, manpower is cheap, and there are many mineral resources, so I was busy with these things. I didn't want to solve any grain problem."

"Unfortunately, your method is slow to take effect. To increase the scale of reclamation, it will have to wait until the next planting season. Otherwise, you would have won this competition. Did you encounter any difficulties in what you did?" Nigris asked.

If Yinbi encountered any difficulties, as the God of Knowledge, it could help him answer them.

Yinbi was stunned for a moment: "Competition? There are difficulties. The wood in this world is too scarce. I forged many hoes, but there is no wood to make hoe handles. Now everyone is putting the hoes on their hands, bending over and digging the ground. It's too hard. If only there were bamboo."

Hearing about putting hoes on hands, Nigris couldn't help but look at the little zombie, and hearing "If only there were bamboo," it couldn't help but look at Ang, thinking to itself: It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Sure enough, Ang tilted his head.

Nigris flew over, hugged Ang, and turned to Yinbi: "Yinbi, come over yourself. I have something to tell you."

Since it was said that Yinbi should go over himself, the shadow guard attached to Yinbi could only float out helplessly and hide on the side.

Everyone returned to the relay tower, and Nigris's consciousness retreated into the Palace of Rest. Looking at the farm, sure enough, it saw that dozens of acres of land on the edge had grown into a bamboo forest.

"Gulu Gulu, as soon as you tilted your head, I knew you must have planted bamboo," Nigris complained helplessly.

Having just plucked the bamboo shoot buds from the druids, he turned around and planted a bunch of bamboo. The druids would be furious.

"It would be fine if you planted it outside, but you planted it in the space. You can't just take it out casually. This will expose the secret that you possess a large space. If the Great Sage finds out, he will definitely associate it with the Palace of Rest. Do you understand?" Nigris warned Ang with rare seriousness.

Ang nodded.

He ran to the bamboo forest, forced a bamboo to ripen, and plucked its seeds.

He took the seeds and ran out, found a random place to plant them, watered them, and then cast a spell.

His movements attracted the attention of the druids. Several druids climbed to the top of the wall and looked, and couldn't help but curse: "Damn it... My lord, he stole our bamboo!"

The words they wanted to curse were swallowed back hard after being glared at by the unicorn at the corner of the wall.

Du Binqi was so angry that his face turned blue. Not only did he steal their seeds, but he also planted them openly for them to see. He was furious.

Suppressing his anger, Du Binqi said loudly: "Friends outside, you are going too far. Stealing our bamboo and fruits, those are all fast-growing varieties we cultivated with all our hearts. Stealing our achievements, you are thieves!"

Ang looked back at him, nodded, ran over, jumped to the height of the thorn wall when he reached it, flipped his hand, and placed a bottle of black liquid on the thorn wall.

Landing on the ground, Ang ran back again. Equivalent exchange; having plucked so many things from them, it was indeed necessary to return items of corresponding value.

Looking at the black liquid on the wall, Du Binqi was a bit confused: "What does this mean? Compensating us? Are you kidding? What kind of ghost bottle of water can offset our carefully cultivated seeds..."

Speaking of this, Du Binqi happened to unscrew the cap of the black liquid and sniffed it lightly. His face changed drastically, and he couldn't continue his words.

The other druids heard Du Binqi start to curse and were also following the words, wanting to curse: "Exactly, what kind of ghost bottle of water wants to offset..."

Du Binqi kicked them down one by one and drove them back to the wooden house without explaining.

Closing the door of his wooden house, Du Binqi took out his own black liquid from his bosom. Although both were black liquids, Ang's was obviously much more viscous than his, and the bottle it was contained in was also different.

Sniffing them separately, the smells of the two liquids were somewhat similar, but the certain aura contained in Ang's bottle was much richer.

Du Binqi carefully dipped a little with a wooden stick. Who knew that as soon as the wooden stick was taken out, the small wooden stick that had already withered, been peeled, and cut into strips actually sprouted.

"Jing! This is the real Jing! Heavens, the real Jing, not the expensive and rotten diluted goods like mine. Heavens, where did this dead skeleton get this?" Du Binqi's whole body began to tremble.

The special feature of the essence insect-ash liquid was that it could make withered things return to life, which was something ordinary insect-ash liquid could not do.

From then on, Du Binqi's attitude changed drastically. He no longer said that Ang stole his seeds and even took the initiative to take out more seeds, clinging to the wall to ask Ang if he wanted them. If he wanted them, he could exchange them for that kind of black liquid.

This made the other druids very curious about what that black liquid was and why it could make the arrogant Du Binqi change his temperament so much that he didn't hesitate to cling to the wall to promote seeds.

However, the seeds he took out could no longer attract Ang's interest. Either they had no value, or Ang already had them. Yinbi had collected thousands of common seeds from the main plane. If what he took out wasn't cultivated by himself, Ang basically already had them.

Just as Du Binqi was racking his brains to try to trick Ang out of another bottle of essence insect-ash liquid, the growing season was coming to an end, and the crops were mature.

The Great Sage received the news and rushed here quickly to witness the result of the competition in person. Under his witness, the crops harvested by Du Binqi's side had a yield of 800 jin per mu, while the crops harvested by Ang's side had a yield of 1,100 jin per mu. Ang won with an absolute advantage.

Du Binqi's face was blue. He didn't expect that he would actually lose, and lose so miserably: "It must be because of the Jing. No, I must get more Jing. First, ask if they are willing to sell. If not, then don't blame me for being impolite."

PS: Don't be polite with your monthly tickets. ===== CHAPTER 239 =====