Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 955 - 955 527 Mao Baguang Comes to Pad the Bed

Chapter 955: Chapter 527: Mao Baguang Cos to Pad the Bed Chapter 955: Chapter 527: Mao Baguang Cos to Pad the Bed In the crowd, a middle-aged man was patting a tree beside him and shouting loudly.

The tree beside him was as thick as a normal person’s thigh, about two and a half to two and a half ters tall, and instead of leaves and branches, the top of the tree sprouted sheaves of rice, with clusters of heavy rice spikes hanging from the tips of the stems.

Ange glanced at it and imdiately said, “It’s fake.”

“Fake?” Negris exclaid in surprise, daring to fake it at such a conference?

“What’s fake? You’re saying my rice tree is fake? Are you blind, or are you doing this on purpose? Co here, take a good look, if you can find even a shred of evidence it’s fake, I’ll give you the whole rice cultivation,” the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Seeing him get angry, the people around persuasively said, “Master Maca, don’t be angry, don’t bother with these… well, a pet sub-dragon doesn’t know what a rice tree is, just ignore it.”

“No way!” Master Maca said furiously, “This involves my reputation. If you can’t produce evidence, then it’s slander, and you must compensate for the damage to my reputation.”

Negris leaned in for a closer look and saw at the top of the tree, from each bud spot, a stem of rice grew as if it really sprouted from the tree. His consciousness swept over and discovered that the rice was alive.

Confused, Negris flew back and whispered, “How is it fake?”

Of course, he wouldn’t doubt Ange’s mistaken observation. The God of Farming being wrong, what a joke? Even if it were a living rice tree, the mont the God of Farming declared it fake, it would cease to thrive.

“Grafting, harvesting the rice, growing the rice,” Ange explained.

“You an, this thing was made by grafting rice with a tree? And the outco is still rice, not a ‘tree’ rice?” Negris asked.

Ange nodded.

“How is that possible, to graft a woody plant with a herbaceous plant?” Negris was astonished.

Having been with Ange for a long ti, Negris had accumulated a vast amount of knowledge about cultivation and imdiately recognized that sothing was off.

Ange nodded decisively and walked up to ask, “How did you do it?”

Maca was startled, “What do you an ‘how did you do it’?”

“The grafting, the living part, how did you do it?” Ange patiently repeated.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, what grafting, tree rice—tree rice, this is tree rice, you know what tree rice is, right? The rice that grows from trees…”

Before Maca could finish, he saw Ange pulling out a bag of Demon Crystals and asking again, “How did you do it?”

Maca’s eyes lit up, seeing a full bag of Demon Crystals, easily containing hundreds of them. Not only him, but the surroundings also filled with the sound of sharp intakes of breath.

“What do you an? Are you looking to buy the tree rice?” Maca, with a glint of greed, pretended not to understand and asked.

Ange took back his hand and then stretched it out again, holding another bag of Demon Crystals: “How did you achieve it.”

“Are you asking how the tree rice was grown? This amount of Demon Crystals is not enough,” Maca’s heart skipped a beat, sensing an opportunity to make a fortune could be coming.

Ange tilted his head, also realizing sothing, and withdrew his hand with the Demon Crystals, looking towards silver coin.

He was no fool, how could he not see when soone was trying to scam him? He had intended for a fair trade, but how could this ‘price’ be ‘fair’? Ti to change tactics! Ange looked towards Chairman Silver Coin.

Chairman Silver Coin had been boiling with anger for a while now. He could clearly see what Maca was thinking without even trying, but as Ange enjoyed his own gas and as long as it wasn’t too outrageous, Chairman Silver Coin usually wouldn’t intervene.

Good grief, now even Ange noticed he was about to be scamd, handing over the matter of ‘fair trading’ to him. In this case, he wouldn’t be a ‘sharp dealer’ if he didn’t manage to scam him thoroughly.

Quickly putting on a full-faced smile, Chairman Silver Coin excitedly said, “Oh, oh, oh, an unprecedented precious tree rice has appeared at our trade event? This is a huge cause for celebration indeed, we must properly protect it. I am Silver Coin, the vice president of the Silver Chamber of Comrce, nice to et you all, and welco to the trade event organized by our Silver Chamber of Comrce.”

From the crowd, a rchant loudly responded, “I know you, Chairman Silver Coin, our caravan was hosted by you. Your service is thorough and you are very friendly—a trustworthy rchant indeed, no need for formalities.”

Negris exchanged glances, recognizing the rchant who used to scurry around Chairman Silver Coin. When had he slipped into the crowd to play a stooge?

Playing a stooge is fine, but doesn’t this kind of bootlicking make you blush?

Chairman Silver Coin said with a laugh, “I’ve neglected you, my apologies. Please don’t go anywhere. A precious tree rice has appeared here. Let arrange so security, co here.”

“Coming, coming.” Aesani, who had just dashed out saying she was going to resign, zipped over, her robe fluttering as she hovered in mid-air and asked loudly, “Boss, what do you need?”

Luther also joined in the excitent, lifting off with his Battle Qi, “Boss, what do you need?”

“First, seal off the venue. Nobody move, it’ll be quick,” Chairman Silver Coin called out loudly.

The crowd cooperated, but whispers soon followed, “Sword Saint, Sword Saint, with Battle Qi emitted, but the intensity of the aura, I feel it’s on the level of a High-level Sword Saint. This Silver Chamber of Comrce has so substance.”

“The other one is even more terrifying, an Arcane Magician. What scale of comrce guild can afford an Arcane Magician?”

Aesani chanted an incantation, and her Magic Wand shot out one Fla Spirit after another, floating to various spots in the venue like fireballs, their purpose sowhat similar to the Eye of the Wizard.

As the flas flickered, several stealthy thieves were shaken out of hiding.

“Oh no, thieves, my wallet!”

“Oh no, oh no, damn thieves, where are my underpants?”

“Oh no! Damn thieves, where’s my little lover?”

Upon noticing the thieves, nearby people quickly patted themselves down and imdiately discovered many of their belongings were missing. How could a major comrce guild event be without thieves?

Using security as a pretext, the area was quickly cordoned off, sending everyone unrelated, except for people like Ange, elsewhere.

Initially, Maca thought Chairman Silver Coin was hyping him up to help his ‘tree rice’ sell at a higher price, but once the unrelated folks were driven away, he slowly realized sothing was off. How co Chairman Silver Coin seed in cahoots with the people opposite?

Just as Chairman Silver Coin was rubbing his palms, preparing to swindle, a comrce guild mber ca up to him and whispered for a while. Chairman Silver Coin looked slightly startled.

“What’s the matter?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“I was pondering how to swindle him nicely when, unexpectedly, it turns out we might have the wrong guy. This tree rice isn’t his doing. We found an Owl in his carriage parked outside,” Chairman Silver Coin said.

“Owl? A Druid?” Negris asked.

Now, Owls were almost always associated with Druids, and if connected with the grafting of new crops, it’s even more likely to be a Druid.

Chairman Silver Coin shook his head, “Not sure, sothing’s odd. Let’s go check it out.”

Whoosh, the crowd had all vanished, leaving only Maca dazed and alone on the spot, unattended. But when he thought of leaving, two Swordsn smiled and blocked his way.

A group headed to the parking area outside, where nurous carriages were parked. So attendees, bringing their families to save money, were directly sleeping in the carriages, cooking and washing nearby.

Upon finding Maca’s carriage and pushing the door open, there was an Owl nested in so straw, its head buried in the straw and only a fluffy butt showing.

Ange tilted his head; he saw a strong consciousness surrounding the Owl.

Possibly hearing the door’s noise, the Owl spoke in a hoarse voice:

“You better have brought the little feast back, otherwise, I’ll pluck your feathers out to pad my nest.”

PS: Feeling a bit uneasy, restless like I’m about to have my period, need to go for a checkup. The appointnt is scheduled for day after tomorrow. I’ll update sporadically these coming days, so please be patient.