Besides Xiao Ze, the girls' spirit power also increased very quickly with the resources he provided.
Hu Liena, Ye Lingling, and Dugu Yan all reached level fifty-nine, just one step away from becoming Spirit Emperors.
Ling Yuan reached level ninety-four and will definitely beco a Super Douluo in the future.
The remaining few also improved significantly, with all of them, except Shui Yueer, having already reached Spirit King.
Of course, Hu Liena had the greatest improvent; her Spirit also evolved into a Nine-Tailed Charming Fox.
Ling Yuan's strength was too great, so it would take so ti for her Spirit to improve.
At this mont, a Hall Knight walked over.
"His Highness, the Holy Son, His Excellency the Supre Pontiff, has asked to see you."
"I understand," Xiao Ze knew what it was about.
The Harvest Festival was about to begin.
Xiao Ze's crops were harvested once a year, but the yield was truly enormous.
Initially, in the villages where the seeds were first planted, many people grew impatient and cleared out the crops to plant their own things.
But gradually, the remaining people stopped doing that, as the crops had already grown, and the plants looked extraordinary.
The further along it went, the more people planted, as anyone with eyes could see that when these crops were harvested, the yield would definitely be unusual, with each plant having full, nurous grains.
Xiao Ze's crops not only yielded a lot but could also be planted all year round, which was incredibly convenient; they could be planted anywhere, anyti.
Even the Extre North Land could grow them, though the yield might be a bit lower.
One could only say the God of Agriculture was amazing!
With Xiao Ze's abilities, he certainly couldn't have developed such seeds, as he only knew how to farm conventionally.
Xiao Ze arrived at the Supre Pontiff Palace, where Bibi Dong and all the girls were already present.
"Xiao Ze, I heard the crops in the neighboring village are ripe; we can go and see!" Ning Rongrong said, hugging Xiao Ze's arm.
"Exactly, exactly! I heard it's truly a golden expanse, like a sea of wheat," Shui Yueer gestured.
"Alright, let's all go take a look," Bibi Dong walked down from above.
Bibi Dong's temper had improved greatly over the year; although she still hadn't had a proper chat with Qian Renxue, at least when she looked at Qian Renxue, she no longer had that old impatience.
"Okay," Xiao Ze nodded.
He also wanted to see the current farmlands.
Of course, he was more excited; even before the harvest, Xiao Ze had felt a little bit of faith and rit.
If it was a harvest, wouldn't that an a tiny bit!
There were a total of ten villages near Spirit City.
These ten villages were also considered under the Spirit Hall, but the Spirit Hall didn't manage them much, letting them govern themselves.
However, these ten villages had produced quite a few Spirit Masters, and they all attributed this to the Spirit Hall, believing that being next to the Spirit Hall brought good feng shui and made it easier to produce Spirit Masters.
So, when the crops were promoted, they agreed without even thinking.
Loyal villages, indeed.
Everyone left Spirit City and slowly arrived at Hua'an Village.
Before they even entered the village, they saw golden waves of rice rolling in from the horizon, their heavy heads bending the stalks, rustling in the autumn wind.
As far as the eye could see, the rice was golden, and the grains were so full they almost burst through their husks.
The sweet, warm scent of new rice filled the air.
Villagers gathered around the fields, their smiles brighter than the sun.
"Xiao Ze, it seems you've done a good deed; the yield of these crops doesn't even need to be asured to know it's much, much higher than before," Bibi Dong sighed.
She had been out before, but she had never seen villagers as happy as they were.
"This is just the beginning; with such high-yielding crops, the population of the Douluo Continent will double, or even several tis over, in the future. Even if the proportion of Spirit Masters remains unchanged, there will be a great many more Spirit Masters."
Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing Xiao Ze say this.
The current number of Spirit Masters was indeed too small; it would be interesting if the number of Spirit Masters could multiply several tis in the future.
Ideally, all these Spirit Masters would co to the Spirit Hall, and then the Spirit Hall would truly be the number one power in the world.
Furthermore, other Spirit Master Sects and families rarely recruited other Spirit Masters, relying solely on their own people.
But the number of Spirit Masters was ultimately too small; no matter how many were born, not many could be produced.
Not to ntion, the fertility of Spirit Masters was not as strong as that of ordinary people.
Xiao Ze, Bibi Dong, and the others walked towards the fields. The village chief of Hua'an Village imdiately knelt upon seeing Bibi Dong and Xiao Ze.
The old village chief's forehead was deeply pressed against the warm soil, his graying temples very prominent.
Behind him, the villagers hurriedly followed suit, prostrating themselves, their sickles and hoes clattering to the ground.
"Greetings, Your Excellency the Supre Pontiff, His Highness the Holy Son!"
"Rise," Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
When Xiao Ze smilingly helped the old village chief up, his legs were still trembling.
Who would have thought that the Supre Pontiff would personally visit this village, and that he himself would be helped up by His Highness the Holy Son?
Bibi Dong's gaze swept over the boundless golden waves, then she suddenly bent down and plucked a stalk of rice.
"What's the yield per mu?" Bibi Dong suddenly asked.
The old village chief said, "Supre Pontiff, we haven't harvested yet, but it looks like several thousand jin is possible."
He was very excited; this was an incredibly large yield, even many, many tis more than before.
With this grain, their Hua'an Village would beco completely prosperous.
Although he knew that more grain ant it would be less valuable, at least they wouldn't go hungry anymore, and that was enough.
"What about before?" Bibi Dong didn't know much about farming.
"Before, one mu of land yielded about five hundred jin of wheat," the old village chief imdiately said.
Xiao Ze nodded; the wheat yield on the Douluo Continent was quite good, slightly better than ancient China, possibly due to the elental energy of heaven and earth.
However, for one mu of land now, Xiao Ze estimated at least three to four thousand jin; although it might not be ten tis what he said, it was still a considerable amount.
"Then you all go and harvest now to see how many jin there are."
"Alright!"
The old village chief grinned with his missing teeth, taking the lead and swinging his sickle into the wheat waves. His withered arms erupted with astonishing strength, and the sickle cut through the wheat stalks.
The villagers laughed and shouted as they sward into the fields. The n, bare-chested, swung their sickles, sweat rolling down their bronzed backs, while the won, wearing headscarves, deftly bundled the wheat stalks.
When the last patch of wheat fell, revealing the dark soil.
The old village chief tremblingly scooped up a handful of wheat grains, tears mixing with sweat as they fell into the bountiful wheat: "Heavens... this is enough for our village to eat for many years."
"Long live His Highness, the Holy Son!" one person imdiately knelt and shouted.
The others all began to shout.
"Long live His Highness, the Holy Son!"
"Long live His Highness, the Holy Son!"
(End of Chapter)
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