[{"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-36":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},2351517,4600,"Chapter 36","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>Ang swung his scythe, happily harvesting the mature crops; after a month and a half of growth, they were ready for harvest—a speed beyond Ang’s imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Palace of Rest, it took six months from sowing to harvest, even after Ang had selectively bred the seeds for faster growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the undead souls had not yet vanished, and the crops still required six months to mature; during that time, Ang planted seeds sent from outside and felt nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the undead souls disappeared and no external seeds were available, Ang had to use mature crops as seeds; after several years, he noticed the crops had degenerated—once maturing in six months, they now took seven or eight months, and the harvests became sparse, small, and shriveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Palace of Rest, four months of each year were winter; though no snow fell, temperatures dropped to freezing, and if crops could not be harvested within eight months, the grain would rot before winter, meaning no yield at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, he consciously began selective breeding; his soul carried the knowledge of cultivation, so he knew how to do it—he simply hadn’t thought of it before because he never needed to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After starting selective breeding, harvest time shortened slightly, but then soil fertility declined, lengthening the cycle again; he began burning fallow land and burying bone powder, then rotated fields—using every method he could think of—until he barely maintained harvests around six months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So the seeds you’re using now are the ones you’ve cultivated over a thousand years, in a closed environment where soil fertility was completely depleted, yet still managed to mature every six months?” Negril asked, astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why did you ask! Why did you ask why they matured in a month and a half! Don’t you have even a shred of sense in your head!” Negril roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the God of Knowledge, Negril possessed profound cultivation expertise, yet even he could not achieve what Ang had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such harsh conditions, the seeds he bred, now planted in the outside world—where soil fertility was intact, water and temperature were ideal, and light was supplemented by luminous moss and illumination arrays—maturing in a month and a half? Is that strange? Is that strange? Is that strange?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tilted his head; he didn’t understand Negril’s curses, but he grasped the meaning—it seemed Negril was saying his bred seeds were incredible, hence their one-and-a-half-month maturity, which meant he could plant more cycles?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This speculation made him even happier; he happily continued harvesting, preparing to sow another round immediately after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril remained irritable, especially upon seeing Ang’s harvesting method; he couldn’t help but complain: “If you’re going to use a scythe, use a scythe—why use the Death Scythe? That’s a soul-reaping skill! Show it some respect, will you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scythe in Ang’s hand emitted a short blade glow, identical to the one he’d used to sever Turus’s soul—clearly the Death Scythe’s true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang said two words: “Works well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade glow from the scythe perfectly covered an entire row of soil; Ang stepped back two paces and pulled backward—the entire row of crops fell neatly in unison. Without the Death Scythe, Ang would have had to swing twice to cut one row, tripling the time required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Ang didn’t care about respect—only functionality mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril grumbled in frustration, powerless to stop him, and consoled himself: “Your Death Scythe must have learned to reap just by using it—otherwise, why would you activate it the moment I mention it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the efficient Death Scythe, Ang harvested all the crops in a day and night; since he hadn’t pre-sprouted seedlings, he simply scattered the seeds directly into the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, not haphazardly—he precisely cast the pollination spell, burying each seed at exact intervals and lightly covering them with soil, as if an invisible hand were tending the field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril couldn’t help sighing: “Your level of fine control could be used to inscribe high-level magical scrolls—but you use it for farming. Sigh. Then again, if someone spent a thousand years using only low-level magic to farm, they’d develop this kind of control too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Negril muttered to himself, at the strait plaza before Ice City, the receiving teleportation array had been fully set up, ready to receive grain from the human world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grain is a bulk commodity, the least suitable for cross-dimensional transport—costs are exorbitant: one ton costs one magic crystal, but transporting it to another plane may require ten magic crystals—freight is ten times the cargo’s value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna spent a hundred magic crystals to buy a hundred tons of grain, but transporting it here required a thousand magic crystals, plus four hundred more in “other” fees; the expense made Anna wince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no choice—grain was essential; she’d sell everything she owned to buy it, especially after demons burned several cultivation zones—Ice City’s grain shortage was inevitable. Without stockpiling more, famine next year would claim countless lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only must she buy grain now, but if this purchase succeeds, she must buy again next time—after all, this grain is practically free; she’s merely a middleman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sold the essence fluid, gave half the magic crystals to Ang, and used the other half to buy grain—she spent not a single coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this trade continues, buying once a month, she could secure twelve hundred tons of grain annually—enough to feed ten to twenty thousand people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna was confident, because the Silverlight Gnome Guild had dealt with her before—always reliable, always paid promptly; they’d already settled the prior one thousand five hundred magic crystals without hesitation, so they wouldn’t steal the remaining hundred tons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the agreed-upon delivery date; Ice City had already installed the receiving array. Unlike teleportation arrays, this one only had positioning capability—to tell the other end where to send the goods, so they wouldn’t miss the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it only provided positioning, the sending array on the other end had to expend far more energy to transport the goods here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were a teleportation array here too, energy use could be reduced by eighty to ninety percent—meaning one ton of grain might need only one magic crystal to transport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The World Transit Hub was a colossal teleportation array that drastically lowered shipping costs, connecting all planes, directly linking every major material plane and Abyssal plane, enabling seamless trade and talent exchange across the Void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, since it abruptly ceased operation a thousand years ago, this world had become a barren island, struggling even to feed its original population.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, they’re coming—get ready,” Lan suddenly shouted, as the receiving array began to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone prepared—not just Anna and Lan awaiting the delivery, but also the surrounding soldiers, crossbow wagons, and all others—no one could guarantee the incoming cargo was grain and not enemies; caution was essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brilliant flash of light appeared—the center of the receiving array revealed a pile of grain sacks and three figures.\u003C\u002Fp>",1162,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d1b7ff853c674b9a5cfe83a46d20bbb07734cf249dcd152ed71de6de4c22b975","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-37","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-35",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]