[{"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-978":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},2352459,4600,"Chapter 978","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-978",978,"\u003Cp>Watching Old John and Agi quietly lead over one villager after another who were close to them, each receiving a sack of grain and a sack of seeds, then kowtowing in profuse gratitude before leaving, Negril growled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re cheating—faith bought this way isn’t sincere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony calmly asked the coin: “Coin, is this faith sincere?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coin nodded: “Sincere, and fervent—I told them I’ll buy back their harvest at high prices, and the highest yield per mu gets ten magic crystals, second place five, third place two—they’re brimming with enthusiasm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible, absolutely impossible—they’re just blinded by that sack of grain you handed out; once they eat it, their faith vanishes,” Negril retorted stubbornly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the airship, Anthony didn’t talk like this—he raved about faith being the hope of the weak, how suffering blooms sincere devotion, yet now he’s back to Ang’s old tricks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No good, too much cheating, I refuse! Negril fumed—had it known it’d be this easy, it should’ve stolen jewels and wealth first, then bought believers, instead of foolishly helping everyone cheat on exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t let them do this—because it never did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coin shrugged: “It’s fine—they took the seeds given by the Lord; once they grow, they’ll offer faith when they eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril fell silent. Ang’s divine domains were too numerous, able to offset risks—spreading faith really was easy. But it still grumbled: “These aren’t real believers—it’ll hurt growth. Can’t count them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coin smiled: “No problem—I only gave Old John and his group one-quarter of the total population’s slots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why?” Negril asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not poverty you fear, but inequality. Think about when the Ox Woman lured people at the market entrance—she offered only one beet per head, yet so many crowded in they nearly crushed her. Now we offer a sack of grain and a sack of seeds, with limited slots—imagine how packed it’ll be. What will those who miss out feel?” the coin said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made sense. To refuse a benefit was to be a protein worm. Those left out would scheme desperately to get one; those who got one would find their reward more precious, seeing others struggle so hard to compete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what if Old John and the others hide the real population and don’t bring people here? We don’t even know how many live here,” Negril probed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every person Old John and Agi bring gets fifty copper coins as a referral fee—how could they hide anyone? They’ll over-deliver, maybe even try to shove their wives through the door,” the coin replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the coin finished than Agi dashed around the corner, followed by a ‘sturdy’ woman, head bowed, trailing him timidly, too shy to look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agi stammered: “Lord, this is… this is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stuttered several times, unable to speak—he had immature desires toward the woman beside him, but hadn’t yet dared to break the silence. He’d tried several times to boldly confess, but each time fear froze him at the threshold, terrified that failure would destroy even their current bond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Negril had no such patience. Hearing his stammering, it blurted: “Your wife?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agi glanced at the woman beside him—seeing she made no protest or resistance—he beamed and nodded: “Yes yes yes! My wife! My wife, Sister Mary!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister Mary? Strange name—who names someone ‘Sister’? Fine, fine, no need to explain. Go talk to him,” Negril pointed at the coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She signed a purchase contract under the name of the God of Commerce, guaranteeing repurchase of her harvest, then received a sack of grain and seeds, and marched off joyfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agi couldn’t keep up, hurriedly calling out for her to wait—but Mary turned, grabbed him, hoisted him onto her shoulder, and walked faster, the other hand carrying two sacks of grain and seeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the corner, Mary couldn’t hold back—she planted a kiss on his lips, and soon Agi’s goofy laughter echoed as he was carried away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several old men wore mischievous grins, nodding approvingly: “What a beautiful youth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Lord Negril ever have such youth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! I’ll strangle… never mind. Where’s Ang?” Negril, furious, reached to throttle someone—but weighed their power difference, and angrily changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Lord went to prevent the Light Plague. Oh, by the way—to spread faith, the Lord has manifested as the ascetic An.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing the straw hat, in the entire Alliance, only the Grand Councilor could possibly see through Ang’s true identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the World Tree replaces the Lord of Life and other planes’ World Trees grow, Ang’s spiritual strength will keep rising—soon, even the Grand Councilor won’t see through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So to others, Ang was just a human in a plain gray robe, expressionless, wandering the village. He’d come to prevent the Light Plague, but once outside, he realized he didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an extremely tiny plane—possibly even smaller than the God-Hammer Plane, visible end to end at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such tiny planes normally couldn’t retain air or generate potential energy to move water—life couldn’t possibly survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Void is vast and full of wonders—even the extreme Eternal Path hosts living things. Life always finds a way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though small, this plane had its own uniqueness: crystal columns jutted from the ground, uneven and rising dozens of meters—viewed from the Void, the entire plane resembled a crystal sea urchin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These crystal columns shattered the ground into fragmented patches, scattered here and there, leaving almost no continuous open land—making the plane nearly worthless, eventually used only as a border outpost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, amid the rampant Light Plague, these crystals had become a screen, blocking most harmful radiation. With most harmful rays filtered out, plants and animals suffered no burns—people merely got sunburned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biggest problem solved, Ang didn’t need to waste a World Tree seedling—the life here was too sparse; even if planted, the seedling would never grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With free time, Ang wandered around the village nestled within this crystal “sea urchin.” As he circled, he suddenly realized: this was the perfect environment to grow the Chaos Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight, diffused by the crystals, illuminated every angle—no matter where you stood, your whole body was lit. A Chaos Tree planted here wouldn’t bear Chaos Stones only on its sun-facing side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang quickly pulled out several Chaos Tree seedlings to test—when suddenly a voice rang out: “Pick up your stinking money and get out of my house. I’m a follower of the Dawn Goddess—I won’t believe in your God of Commerce. 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