Chapter 36: Death Scythe Harvesting

Ang swung his scythe, happily harvesting the mature crops. After a month and a half of growth, the crops were mature and ready for harvest. This speed exceeded Ang's imagination.

When he was in the Palace of Rest, it took six months from sowing to harvesting, and that was the growth speed after Ang's selective breeding.

At the beginning, the undead soul hadn't disappeared, and the crops at that time also needed six months to mature. But during this period, Ang sowed seeds sent from outside, so he didn't feel anything.

However, after the undead soul disappeared, there were no outside seeds, so Ang could only take mature crops as seeds. After planting for a few years, he discovered that the crops had degenerated. Originally they could mature in six months, but slowly it took seven or eight months, and the crops became small, thin, and shriveled.

In the Palace of Rest, four months of the year belonged to winter. Although it wouldn't snow, the temperature would drop to zero degrees. If the crops couldn't be harvested after more than eight months, it meant the grain would enter winter before harvest, which was equivalent to no harvest.

From that time on, he consciously started breeding. The knowledge of planting was engraved in his soul, so he knew how to breed, but he hadn't needed it before, so he hadn't thought of it.

After starting breeding, the harvest time of the crops was shortened, but later the soil fertility declined, and the harvest time was lengthened again. He started burning wasteland and burying bone powder, then practiced crop rotation. Anyway, all methods that could be used were used, and finally, he barely managed to keep the crops harvested in about six months.

"In other words, the seeds you are using now are the seeds you have bred for over a thousand years, which can still maintain a six-month harvest in a closed environment where soil fertility has been lost for over a thousand years?" Lord Nai Ge asked in surprise.

Ang nodded.

"Then why are you still asking! Why are you still asking why it matured in a month and a half! Don't you have any #% sense in your heart!" Lord Nai Ge roared.

As the God of Knowledge, his planting knowledge was very profound, but even Lord Nai Ge couldn't reach the level Ang mentioned.

The seeds bred under such difficult circumstances were placed in the outside world where fertility hadn't been lost, water sources and temperatures were suitable, and sunlight was supplemented by glowing moss and lighting arrays. Was a month and a half harvest strange? Strange? Strange?

Ang tilted his head. He didn't understand Lord Nai Ge's cursing, but he understood the meaning. It seemed to be saying that the seeds he bred were very powerful, so they could mature in a month and a half. Wouldn't that mean he could plant a few more seasons?

This guess made him even happier, happily harvesting the crops, preparing to plant another season after cutting.

Lord Nai Ge's anger didn't subside, especially seeing Ang's harvesting method, he couldn't help but complain again: "You use a scythe, use a scythe, why use Death's Scythe? This is a skill for harvesting souls, can you respect it a little?"

Ang saw the scythe in his hand spit out a short blade glow, exactly the same as when he hooked Tulus's soul before, clearly in the form of Death's Scythe.

Ang said two words: "Easy to use."

The scythe spitting out a blade glow just happened to cover a whole ridge of soil. Taking two steps back and pulling back, the whole ridge of crops fell neatly. If he didn't use Death's Scythe, Ang would have to swing the knife twice to cut a ridge of crops, costing three times the time.

So Ang didn't care about respect or not, as long as it was easy to use.

Lord Nai Ge hummed in anger but was helpless, only able to comfort himself: "I guess your Death's Scythe was practiced while harvesting, otherwise why would you use it the moment I said it."

With the easy-to-use Death's Scythe, Ang spent a day and a night harvesting the crops. Because he didn't raise seedlings in advance, Ang directly sprinkled the seeds into the ground.

Of course, it wasn't random sprinkling, but the precise casting of the Pollination Spell. Each seed was buried in the soil at a certain interval, and he even brought a layer of thin soil, as if an invisible hand was working.

Lord Nai Ge couldn't help but sigh: "Your fine control ability is enough to engrave magic scrolls, and high-level scrolls at that, yet you use it to farm. Sigh, but it's also true, if anyone only uses low-level magic to farm for a thousand years, they would definitely have this control ability."

Just when Lord Nai Ge was muttering, at the Isthmus Square in front of Bingcheng, the receiving teleportation array had been set up, ready to receive the grain sent from the human world at any time.

Grain was a bulk commodity and was the least suitable for cross-plane teleportation. The cost was too high. One ton of grain was one magic crystal, but to teleport to another plane, it might require ten magic crystals. The shipping cost was ten times the price of the goods.

Anna spent one hundred magic crystals to buy one hundred tons of grain, but teleporting them over required one thousand magic crystals, plus four hundred 'other' fees. Anna's heart ached.

But there was no way, grain was a rigid demand. Even if she went bankrupt, she had to buy it, especially after several planting areas were burned by demons. Bingcheng's grain shortage was a foregone conclusion. If they didn't store more grain, they might face famine next year, and who knows how many people would die.

Not only did they have to buy grain, but if this grain purchase was successful, they would have to continue buying next time. After all, this grain could be considered free; she was just a middleman.

Selling the Essence liquid, half of the magic crystals received were given to Ang, and the rest were used to buy grain, not spending a penny.

If this business could last, buying once a month, there would be twelve hundred tons of grain a year, enough to support ten or twenty thousand people.

Anna was very confident about this because this goblin merchant guild called Silver Light wasn't the first time they had contact. They had always been trustworthy and paid very quickly. The previous fifteen hundred magic crystals were given very readily, and the remaining one hundred tons of grain wouldn't be embezzled.

Today was the teleportation time agreed upon by both parties. Bingcheng had already placed the teleportation array. Unlike the teleportation array, the teleportation array only had the function of positioning, and its role was to tell the teleportation array at the other end the teleportation position, so it wouldn't be thrown off.

Because it only had the function of positioning, the teleportation array at the other end needed to spend more energy to teleport the supplies over.

If there was a teleportation array here, it could save 80-90% of the energy. In other words, one ton of grain might only need one magic crystal to be teleported over.

The World Transit Station was a giant teleportation array that could significantly reduce postage. It communicated with all worlds, reaching various main material planes and abyss planes, building a smooth channel for all-void commodity trade and talent exchange.

Unfortunately, ever since it suddenly stopped operating a thousand years ago, this world had become a barren island, and even supporting the original population was difficult.

"Alright, it's coming, get ready." Lan suddenly reminded loudly because the coin-operated array began to shine.

Everyone got ready, not just Anna and Lan who were preparing to receive, but also the soldiers and crossbow chariots around, because no one could guarantee whether what was teleported over was grain or enemies. One must guard against others.

A dazzling light flashed, and a pile of grain bags and three figures appeared in the center of the teleportation array. ===== CHAPTER 37 =====