"Xiao Ze, it seems your status among them is about to surpass mine," Bibi Dong said with a half-smile.
Xiao Ze was speechless: "I am the next Supre Pontiff; I don't need to snatch your position."
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. What did he take her for? Would she think that?
"Alright, get up. Let's go weigh how many catties of grain you have per mu of land," Xiao Ze was also very curious.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, we'll go now." The village chief imdiately had everyone bring out all the weighing tools in the village.
The chosen land was also the village chief's land.
They excitedly began weighing slowly.
"I have two hundred catties here."
"Two hundred and ten catties."
"Hiss… This is only about a tenth of the weighing, and it's already similar to our previous weight. We really won't go hungry anymore!"
"This is great, absolutely great! Your Highness the Holy Son is truly our benefactor, to be able to research such seeds."
"Our Hua'an Village is also going to beco prosperous."
"Weigh it quickly, weigh it quickly."
One thousand catties.
Two thousand catties.
Three thousand catties.
Four thousand catties.
It wasn't until four thousand five hundred catties that it ended.
Although Xiao Ze had an idea of the yield, he was still a bit excited when he saw it.
After all, a mu of land in his previous life didn't even yield half of this.
With the God of Agriculture and the presence of World elental power, this World is truly perfect for farming.
Within a few years, the population of the Douluo Continent would increase significantly.
After all, once people are fed, there isn't much entertainnt in such a society, so they can only have children.
Fortunately, even if they have children, their families can afford to raise them.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, His Eminence the Supre Pontiff, four thousand five hundred catties! Four thousand five hundred catties!" The old village chief clutched a handful of wheat with trembling hands, his eyes red, showing the importance of these crops to them.
Bibi Dong and the others didn't speak, just felt a little emotional.
For them, they didn't understand the importance of food to these people, because they had never been hungry since childhood. It was easy for them not just to eat their fill, but to eat well.
However, in this World where strength reigns supre, they could at most feel a bit of emotion, but not empathize. This was quite normal.
If Xiao Ze hadn't been from Blue Star in his previous life, he probably wouldn't have felt so much.
"This is your own hard work. In the future, with these crops, cultivate them well. If your descendants have spirit power, they can be sent to Spirit Hall," Xiao Ze smiled.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, rest assured. From now on, our Hua'an Village belongs to Spirit Hall. Any Spirit Master in our village will be sent to Spirit Hall. If anyone refuses to go, I will drive him out of the village!" The old village chief guaranteed.
Xiao Ze was very satisfied; this was exactly the effect he wanted.
Through word of mouth, generation after generation, Spirit Hall would surely beco a colossal entity far surpassing its current state.
Although, at that ti, it would no longer concern him.
But he would still feel a sense of accomplishnt.
At the sa ti, villages across the entire Douluo Continent that began harvesting all witnessed this astonishing yield.
For a ti, so rejoiced while others worried.
Those who rejoiced were naturally the villages with abundant harvests, and even the nobles and imperial families were delighted.
Because so village lands belonged to them, once cultivated, they would receive a great deal of taxes and grain.
Those who worried were the villages that had not planted before or had stopped planting halfway through; they were practically dying of regret.
They had not planted such high-yielding seeds, which could be said to have wasted an entire year.
It was even uncertain if they would be able to obtain seeds later.
So village chiefs were even beaten to death… Back with Xiao Ze.
A brilliant golden light, visible only to Xiao Ze, descended from the sky.
"Xiao Ze, that's rit!" The God of Agriculture's voice imdiately ca through.
Xiao Ze suddenly looked up at the sky. The golden light seed to have countless flowing halos, and it gave him a very familiar feeling.
It was as if… it inherently belonged to him.
The next mont, rit descended upon him.
In an instant, all things in the World suddenly slowed down in his eyes.
The arc of the wind blowing through the wheat, the amplitude of everyone's breathing, even the throbbing of villagers' pulses in the distance—he could perceive all of it in that mont.
Ning Rongrong, who was secretly picking wheat, suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck, as if she had been completely seen through.
She stood up and looked around, feeling a bit bewildered.
"What exactly is this feeling? Is it just my imagination?"
Bibi Dong sensed Xiao Ze's change and looked at him with so curiosity.
"This is rit," Rakshasa God said.
Bibi Dong was a bit surprised: "Can one gain rit just like that?"
"Nonsense, he can feed the entire Douluo Continent. Becoming a Divinity is more than enough."
"Can I gain rit?"
Bibi Dong's question left Rakshasa God dumbfounded.
Big sister, do you want to look at what your Spirit is, and what Divinity I am? And you still want to gain rit?
Do you have the capability for that?
Not hearing Rakshasa God's reply, Bibi Dong didn't care, figuring she couldn't do it.
But it didn't matter. As long as she could suppress the Rakshasa corrosion, she could beco the Rakshasa God.
The next mont, a surging power of faith rushed in.
Countless tiny golden specks of light floated out from thousands of households, converging into an unseen river that poured into his body.
While the power of faith wasn't as high as rit, it was normal.
After all, the power of faith depended on the person, while the power of rit depended on the deed.
Not everyone would believe in and respect Xiao Ze; there were differences between people.
"Not bad, not bad. Although becoming a Divinity is not yet possible, it's a good start." The God of Agriculture was sowhat pleased; the first step to becoming a Divinity had finally been taken.
Xiao Ze nodded: "That's right, I will definitely beco a Divinity in the future."
After harvesting all the crops, Ning Rongrong happily returned to Xiao Ze's side: "Xiao Ze, each mu of land yielded at least four thousand six hundred catties. The land here isn't even the best. If it were good land, the yield might even exceed five thousand catties.
You truly have imasurable rit."
All the girls nodded.
Indeed, imasurable rit. In the future, there probably wouldn't be any more people starving to death on the Douluo Continent.
With higher crop yields, grain prices would fall, and even beggars could afford food.
As for prices, these villagers wouldn't care.
Because right now, they only needed to eat their fill. As for selling for money, that was a matter for later.
Besides, with more grain, many industries could develop, such as brewing. The prices might not even change.
However, Xiao Ze didn't understand such things.
Nor did it concern him.
"Let's go. The first step has been taken. In the future, crops will gradually fill the Continent."
"Mm."
Seeing Xiao Ze, Bibi Dong, and the others leave.
The old village chief and the others knelt down, shouting loudly.
"Long live His Highness the Holy Son!!!"
"Long live His Eminence the Supre Pontiff!!!"
"Long live His Highness the Holy Son!!!"
"Long live His Eminence the Supre Pontiff!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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