Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 390: Don’t Blame Me for Being Rude_2

Negris asked incredulously, “The Great Sage is fully supporting your work? What does he have to do with it? And he sent guards to protect you? Where are the guards?”

As Negris inquired, a shadow reluctantly emerged from behind Silver Coin, “Here, sir.” It turned out to be the shadow guards who had previously protected the druids.

“You guys again? What did Silver Coin do? The old undead even let you protect him?” Negris asked in surprise.

The Shadow Guard honestly replied, “Reporting to sir, Lord Silver Coin is organizing production. The Great Sage said none of us have the organizational ability of Lord Silver Coin, so we must ensure his safety.”

The Shadow Guards became very honest, they had no other choice, considering the dragon in front of them had a close relationship with the Great Sage.

Negris looked Silver Coin up and down, nodded, “I see, Silver Coin’s organizational ability is indeed strong, the old undead has a discerning eye.”

How could it not be strong? Among Ange’s many followers, only Silver Coin and Anthony could build a commercial network on their own without any worries.

Previously, because of the war, humans had no intention to organize production, and the Undead were incapable of doing so. Now, with an organizational powerhouse like Silver Coin, iron products could be produced in just over two months.

With a large number of iron-made farming tools, more farmland could be efficiently opened up, and farming could be carried out more efficiently. With this, even without high-yield grain varieties, the food production could grow several times over.

The problems that technology couldn’t solve could be addressed through scale. The Great Sage suddenly realized that increasing productivity by one or two times could solve the food problem without the need for druids.

Under these circumstances, how could the Great Sage not value Silver Coin? After discovering that he was a witch, he even tried to dig into Ange’s corner, emphasizing that as long as Silver Coin was loyal to him, he could immediately control the Undead Army of the Land of Fallen.

But Silver Coin firmly stated, “I have a master!”

Regardless, the capabilities of Silver Coin were evident. The Great Sage still ordered all units to support Silver Coin as much as possible, and even sent Shadow Guards to protect him.

After hearing all this, Negris couldn’t help but exclaim, “Silver Coin, you’re really amazing. The food problem was actually solved by you like this. When the output is low, increase the scale. When efficiency is low, update tools. The food problem doesn’t necessarily need to be solved by food means, incredible.”

Silver Coin, being praised so much, scratched his head in embarrassment, “I just thought that there was no industry here, labor is cheap, and there are plenty of minerals, so I’ve been busy with this. It’s not about solving any food problem.”

“Unfortunately, your method is slow in taking effect. To increase the scale of reclamation, we have to wait for the next planting season. Otherwise, you would have won this game. Have you encountered any difficulties in your work?” Negris asked.

If Silver Coin encountered any difficulties, Negris, as the God of Knowledge, could help him solve them.

Silver Coin was stunned for a moment, “Difficulties? I do have some. There is too little timber in this world. I have made a lot of hoe heads, but there are no trees to make hoe handles. Now everyone is binding the hoe heads on their hands, bending over and digging on the ground. It’s so hard. If only there was bamboo.”

Hearing the hoes bound to hands, Negris couldn’t help but look at Little Zombie. Then hearing ‘if only there was bamboo’, he couldn’t help but look at Ange, thinking to himself: Isn’t this too coincidental?

Sure enough, Ange cocked his head.

Negris flew over, hugged Ange, turned his head to Silver Coin and said, “Silver Coin, come over here, I have something to talk to you about.”

With the instruction for Silver Coin to come over himself, the Shadow Guard attached to Silver Coin could only reluctantly drift away and disappear into the side.

Everyone returned to the relay tower, Negris’s consciousness even retracted into the Temple of Rest. After looking at the farm, sure enough, he saw that the dozens of acres of land on the edge had already grown into a bamboo forest.

“Kvada, as soon as you cocked your head, I knew it! You must have planted bamboo.” Negris couldn’t help but tease.

He had just pulled out the druid’s bamboo shoots, and now he had planted a bunch of bamboo. It would make the Druids mad.

“If you plant them outside, it’s fine, but if you plant them inside your space, you can’t just take them out. That will reveal your secret of having a large space. If the Great Sage finds out, it’ll be directly connected to the Resting Camp, you understand?” Negris rarely seriously warned Ange.

Ange nodded in agreement.

He ran into the bamboo forest, swiftly matured a bamboo tree, and plucked its seed.

Holding the seed, he ran out, found a random spot to plant it, watering it, then cast a spell.

His activity caught the Druids’ attention. Some of them climbed the wall and couldn’t help but curse when they saw, “Damnit… Lord, he’s stealing our bamboo!”

Wanting to curse, they were silenced by the glare of the unicorn on the wall corner.

Dobinki’s face turned green with rage. They not only stole their seeds, but also brazenly planted them in their presence. Infuriating!

Suppressing his anger, Dobinki shouted, “Friends outside, isn’t this going too far? Stealing our bamboo and fruits? Those are fast-grow breeds we cultivated with our heart and soul. You are thieves!”

Ange turned to look at him, nodded, and then scampered over towards the thorny wall. Upon reaching the wall, he jumped to its height, flipping his hand and leaving a bottle of the black liquid on the wall.

Falling back to the ground, Ange scampered back. An equivalent exchange was fair. After all, they had taken quite a bit from them, it was only right to return something of equal value.

Looking at the black liquid on the wall, Dobinki was a bit confused, “What does this mean? A compensation? This a joke? A bottle of water for our carefully cultivated seeds…”

Just as he was speaking, Dobinki cracked open the lid of the black liquid, took a sniff, and his complexion changed drastically. He could no longer continue speaking.

The other Druids, hearing Dobinki curse, were thinking of continuing the lashing, “Exactly, you think a bottle of water can offset…”

Dobinki kicked each of them down, refusing to explain and chased them back to the cabin.

Shutting his cabin door, Dobinki took out his own black liquid. While they were both black liquids, Ange’s was clearly thicker and filled in a different bottle.

He sniffed both, their scents were similar, but Ange’s had a stronger aura.

Dobinki carefully dabbed a small amount on a twig. To his surprise, the dried up and cut twig began to sprout.

“Yin! This is the real Yin! Oh my goodness, this is real Yin, not the expensive and diluted stuff I have. Oh my goodness, where did this skull and crossbones get it from?” Dobinki began to tremble all over.

The special thing about the Essence Bug Ash Liquid is that it can bring the dead back to life, something ordinary Insect Ash Liquid couldn’t achieve.

From then on, Dobinki’s attitude towards Ange changed drastically. He no longer mentioned Ange stealing his seeds, even offering more himself. He would scramble to the top of the wall, asking Ange if he wanted them and that they could exchange them for the black liquid.

This intrigued the other druids, wondering what this black liquid was that could change the high and mighty Dobinki and even stoop to sell his seeds.

But the seeds he brought out no longer caught Ange’s interest. Either they were worthless, or Ange already had them. Lord Silver Coin had already collected thousands of common seeds from the Master Plane. If they weren’t Dobinki’s cultivation, Ange likely already had them.

Just as Dobinki was racking his brain, trying to dupe Ange for another bottle of Essence Bug Ash Liquid, the growing season was coming to an end with crops starting to mature.

The Great Sage got the news, rushed over here immediately to personally witness the outcome of the competition. Under his witness, Dobinki’s side harvested 800 pounds per acre while Ange’s side harvested 1100 pounds per acre. Ange won with an absolute advantage.

Dobinki’s complexion was sullen, he never thought he’d lose, and so badly at that, “It must be because of the Yin. I need to get more Yin. I’ll ask if they’re willing to sell first. If not, they can’t blame me for not being cordial.”