"Bro~~ we got sothing."
Before anyone even entered the door, Inya's shout could be heard from afar.
It seed like she had caught quite a bit of prey.
Because if there was no harvest, the girl would enter quietly like a rabbit, without a word.
Conversely, if she caught a lot,
you could hear her hollering from a mile away.
Well, this girl's thoughts were really too easy to guess.
"Bang!"
Inya pushed open the door, and using too much force, the wooden door slamd against the wall: "Bro, look, they're Tusked Rabbits, three of them!"
"And I caught them all by myself!"
Looking at the girl's face, clearly expecting praise, Bailuo smiled and patted her head: "Where's uncle?"
"What, just like that?"
Inya was unhappy. Clearly, she had spent so long in the woods, and Bailuo didn't ask about her brave hunting process, he only asked about uncle.
"Don't make a fuss, it's sothing important, really important."
Bailuo gave the girl's head a pat, and then Inya contentedly inford: "Dad, brother's looking for you."
Uncle, carrying a big bundle of firewood, entered the wooden fence-enclosed yard with light steps before setting down his load.
"What is it?"
"I..."
Bailuo didn't know how to explain, so he invited them in and personally closed the door behind them.
The cautious manner made even Inya grow serious.
"Co and take a look at this."
Bailuo opened the remaining small hemp sack and scooped out a bowl of golden grains, handing it over to the two.
"What's this?"
Inya curiously picked up a grain, then held it up to her eyes and mused, "It looks like Jinzhui Wheat, but the sll is wrong, and it's much larger."
"Dad, do you know what this is?"
"I've never seen it."
Uncle had always been knowledgeable, but even he had never seen this crop from another world: "Xiao Luo, where did you find this?"
The old man furrowed his brow, quite curious, his gaze carrying a hint of amusent, as if he found joy in new knowledge.
"This..."
Bailuo didn't want to lie to them, but telling the truth would reveal too much, like his being a transmigrator and the Black Leather Book.
Luckily, Bailuo had ntioned similar things before, so the story was not hard to round out.
"I found this thing."
Bailuo took out the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, and upon seeing such an exquisitely luxurious pouch, both uncle and Inya's eyes widened.
"Could this perhaps be..."
Uncle stared at the pouch in Bailuo's hand, his voice trembling, "A miracle?"
"It's a miracle. It's called the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, sothing I picked up while I was out before."
"Picked up, picked up?!"
Uncle was montarily breathless. Although he had anticipated it, seeing Bailuo with a miracle made him so happy he nearly couldn't restrain his laughter.
But he held it back.
In the minds of the children, he was a mature elder.
A mature elder wouldn't lose his composure over sothing like this.
Indeed, I, Saros, am steady as a rock.
"What kind of miracle is it, and what is its ability?"
In uncle's eyes, Bailuo was definitely the best, so he had high expectations for the miracle Bailuo possessed.
Uncle didn't know that the essence of Bailuo's miracle was the Black Leather Book.
In his view, the chances of the sa person finding two miracles were as likely as winning the lottery twice—it was virtually impossible.
Therefore, this pouch could potentially be the only miracle Bailuo would ever get in his life.
Uncle had to take it seriously and wished it was an excellent miracle.
"This pouch's ability is that it can produce the seeds of crops I've eaten before, and fruits no larger than the size of a thumb."
"Eaten before?"
Uncle asked, "Xiao Luo, have you eaten this before?"
"Never."
Luckily, Bailuo had spoken of similar things to uncle long ago: "But that dream, it's the one I ntioned before."
"Sothing you ate in a dream?"
Uncle looked at the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch with so surprise: "That's possible too? Miracles are indeed unfathomable."
Bailuo had many creative ideas since he was a child, and as uncle had encountered similar individuals during his years wandering outside, he simply considered this 'Dreamscape knowledge' as Bailuo's talent.
"How much can it produce?"
"100 kilograms per day."
"100 kilograms of grain?"
Uncle was astonished: "Every day?!"
Such productivity could feed the current People of Yatun even without farming.
Not to ntion its real value being the future cornerstone of agriculture.
However...
"Does it have combat capabilities?"
The crux of uncle's expectations rested on whether the pouch had any combat capacity.
"It shouldn't have any."
Bailuo actually knew what uncle was asking; in such a world, it's no cri for an ordinary man to possess a jade, but to hold it can be a cri.
The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch could support an agrarian nation, but what the People of Yatun needed more at this ti were miracles that could fight.
What does it an to be able to fight?
It ans that it could be used in battle, capable of supporting the country's military strength with the power of miracles.
"Is that so..."
Uncle nodded, smoking his pipe; although he was happy, the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch was ultimately sowhat lacking: "Then, Xiao Luo, have you thought about offering this miracle to the Iron Eagle King?"
A miracle without combat capability, forget about rising up, even self-preservation was difficult.
But there were also benefits.
As the supre leader of the Iron Eagle Kingdom, the Iron Eagle King's governing philosophy was very straightforward—rule by miracles.
The Iron Eagle Kingdom had a nobility system, but it had a rule, which was that only those with the power of miracles could beco nobles.
"With this miracle, could one beco a noble of the Iron Eagle Kingdom?"
"Miracles cannot be transferred or taken away."
Uncle had Bailuo place the miracle in Inya's hands. Bailuo did so, but interestingly, the pouch simply passed directly through the palm of Inya's hand.
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