[{"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-37":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},2351518,4600,"Chapter 37","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>“All on alert!” Seeing the three figures, Lan immediately shouted, all weapons aimed at the three shadows. The agreed transaction was only for grain—why were there three extra people?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shortest of the three figures quickly raised both hands: “Don’t be hasty, don’t be hasty—it’s me, it’s me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light faded, revealing three figures amid the grain piles: two slender, beautiful, pale-skinned women dressed as maids, and in the center, a gnome, hands raised, beaming warmly: “It’s me, it’s me—Silvercoin of the Silverlight Guild!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Silvercoin, the chairman? How did you get here? Our agreement didn’t include hosting your visit.” Lan clenched his fist and made a “stand down” gesture. The situation was clear: just a gnome and two petite maids—no threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where there’s the scent of gold, how could I, Silvercoin, be absent? And by the way—I’m the deputy’s deputy, seventh in line.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin kept his hands raised, fully non-threatening, stepping out from the grain pile: “I apologize for the sudden visit. One hundred and twenty tons of grain—twenty extra tons are a small token of goodwill. I hope you’ll forgive me, Lord Lan, and allow us to set up a small shop here selling Silverlight Guild specialties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the phrase “deputy’s deputy, seventh in line,” Lan confirmed the man’s identity—he was indeed the gnome Silvercoin, who had always traded with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hailstone City had only one small teleportation array to communicate with the outside world. This array couldn’t transport anything as large as a person—only letters and text. Without seeing faces or hearing voices, how could you be sure the person on the other end was the one you’d agreed with?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So both sides needed secret signs and codes to verify identity. Lan needed to ensure safety; Silvercoin needed to guarantee his clients wouldn’t be stolen by other deputies. After all, he was only seventh in line—a mere seventh partner in the Silverlight Guild’s structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he confirmed Silvercoin’s identity and heard “twenty extra tons,” he calculated: at the agreed price, this was a gift worth over two hundred magic crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan turned to Anna, who nodded without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty tons of grain were trivial; the real value was contact. He was the first intelligent being from another world to arrive here in countless years. Any information he offered was priceless knowledge of other realms—not to mention the Silverlight Guild’s specialties he’d brought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for problems that might follow? Two petite maids and a gnome—what problems? The biggest concern was probably assigning guards to protect the two delicate maids from being stolen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome, welcome! You didn’t notify us ahead of time—otherwise we’d have thrown you a grand reception. We’re thrilled the Silverlight Guild is setting up a base here. Next time you sell us goods, give us a discount.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too kind, too kind. Wherever there’s the scent of gold, there’s the Silverlight Guild. We’ll discuss discounts later. Besides the twenty-ton gift, we’ve brought another thirty tons as initial capital. I hope Lord Lan can find us a place to temporarily store them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan silently cursed: stingy gnome—“we’ll discuss later”? Every time money came up, it was “we’ll discuss later.” He was even more miserly than a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his face remained smiling: “No problem, no problem. Rent? Just give me a little—nothing too much. One-third—ten tons of grain. I’ll find you a big, spacious room right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin’s smile vanished instantly: “Lord Lan, you’re too generous. No need for anything large—how much space can one ton of grain rent? Could it hold several hundred tons? If not, future transactions will be inconvenient. Lord Lan won’t just buy grain once, will he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a threat—holding the next transaction hostage. It struck right at Lan’s weak point. He quickly smiled: “Of course no problem! Not just hundreds of tons—even thousands can be stored. We just need to pick somewhere dry—it’s too damp here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin’s eyes gleamed with the fire of a worthy opponent. Clever—soft words with a hard edge. It was like saying cheap goods were no good, and grain hated dampness above all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two tons. Two tons of grain. Find me a dry, spacious space.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, no problem. Need laborers? My men are cheap—two hundred jin of grain per day each.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, no need, no need. I’ll hire my own. In the human world, I can hire a worker for ten jin of grain per day. I’m sure twenty jin here will attract plenty of eager helpers. And if not, I’ve got a space ring—holds five hundred kilograms per trip. Sixty trips, done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Lan and Silvercoin trade barbs in friendly words, Anna was stunned. Beneath their warm tones lay sharp tactics—on the surface, they seemed so hospitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, they agreed on two tons of grain for a dry cave capable of storing thousands of tons. Lan sent men to move Silvercoin’s thirty tons of grain there and paid each laborer twenty jin of grain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Hailstone City profited hugely. Even five jin of grain would draw crowds fighting to work. A dry cave to store goods was worthless—yet it fetched two tons of grain monthly, plus a permanent Silverlight Guild outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After settling Silvercoin and his maids, Lan returned to Anna, wiped sweat from his brow, and exhaled: “It really is Silvercoin—the same stingy demeanor as in his letters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? All that arguing… just to verify his identity?” Anna exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. What’s the point of squeezing out an extra ton or two? I also tested his intentions. If he had ulterior motives, he wouldn’t haggle over every grain. Only someone truly wanting to trade counts every copper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna nodded in understanding: “Makes sense. A buyer who picks flaws is genuine; one who agrees with everything is likely hiding something. But do you really think he just wants to set up an outpost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan snorted: “What else could he want? Holy Essence Fluid. But do you think he can find Master Ang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anna nodded: “A gnome can’t do much. We’ll just keep a close eye on him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. But those two maids beside him—I don’t like them. They give me an uneasy feeling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin, after moving the grain into the cave, spent some grain to hire workers to build a door. Once shut, he hung a scroll behind it—anyone forcing entry would tear the scroll and trigger its magic. A simple yet effective defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After preparing everything, Silvercoin made the two maids kneel side by side, hands clasped, their expressions now blank and emotionless, like lifeless statues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their clasped hands glowed with holy light. Silvercoin hurried forward to report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plan changed. Target Lan bears the Corpse Cloth’s mark—but she’s not a lich, she’s alive. Regardless, she’s definitely tied to heresy. Preaching is too difficult. I’ll settle in temporarily, investigate the source of Holy Essence Fluid, confirm its location, then activate Holy Blade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a voice echoed from the light: “What a nuisance. Fine. Call me once the target’s confirmed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, my lord.” Knowing Leonard’s habits, Silvercoin hurried on: “Gathering intelligence will take time. Please, my lord, grant me another vial of Holy Medicine, just in case.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonard was direct. A small bottle, half the size of a palm, emerged from the light, then the glow vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silvercoin picked up the tiny vial, sighed deeply, and felt a profound sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades ago, poisoned and cured by a priest, he’d been left with a lasting side effect: without constant medication, his body would rot, his skin itching unbearably—he’d want to scratch his own skin off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Church of Light could brew this medicine, and it was extremely expensive. After spending his entire fortune, Silvercoin joined the Church of Light to receive free supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pill lasted ten days. This vial held three pills—enough for at least a month. The illness was unbearable—not painful, just itchy. So itchy he wanted to peel his skin away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To get this medicine for free, Silvercoin obeyed Leonard without question, utterly loyal. Sometimes he even suspected the side effect was deliberately created by the Church of Light—to ensure his free, faithful service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was only a fleeting thought. The medicine worked wonders—not just curing the side effect, but healing all manner of bodily damage: wounds, hair loss, ED.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At ninety years old, Silvercoin was ancient for a gnome, yet he looked no older. Thanks to these pills, he could perform vigorously with bar maids three times a month. A mixed blessing, perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at his arm—the wound still bled. He’d accidentally injured it during teleportation. Small, but hard to heal for an old gnome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pill would’ve healed it instantly. But Silvercoin wouldn’t waste medicine on such a minor wound. He wrapped it loosely and got to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mutual suspicion, mutual calculation—Silvercoin and his two maids settled temporarily outside Hailstone City. But before he could gain further ground, a plump, fresh-faced woman appeared before him, seized his wounded arm, and her palm glowed with holy light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Silvercoin stared, dumbfounded, the woman tore away the bandage, revealing skin fully healed. She smiled: “Chairman Silvercoin, do you believe in miracles? Our Lord Ang can bring you miracles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did this woman wield holy light? His side effect was about to flare—his skin already tingled with itch. Yet where her light touched, no itch remained. Everywhere else, the itch persisted. Had her holy light cured his condition?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This truly could be called a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>",1566,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bc936b3e9f3872eecb9dd47bd9aa14055f2cfcea5415910c6eb5dce31d54c40b","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-38","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-36",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]