The son of Patriarch Erson, as heir to this massive fortune, ultimately wasn’t stupid.
After hearing Patriarch Erson’s words, he beca sowhat dazed.
After a long while, he finally said slowly, "So you’re saying grain prices will crash next year? They might even hit rock bottom, and we might not even break even? This year’s prices might crash too—the Southern Developnt Corporation that Roster manages has quite a bit of land."
"It’s already set in stone."
Patriarch Erson sighed. "While the Southern Developnt Corporation’s grain hasn’t started flooding the market yet, let’s hurry up and sell off our family’s grain reserves. We’ll just keep enough for ourselves to eat."
"As for next year... we’re switching to cotton."
"No, we can’t plant all cotton. How about this—next year we’ll plant regular wheat on 2 million acres, Golden Spike Grain on 1 million acres, and cotton on all the remaining land."
"With plenty of food available and everyone no longer worried about going hungry, the next step is that people will most likely want to satisfy their clothing needs. Roster territory’s spinning machines, looms, and sewing machines can all massively increase textile efficiency."
"People need clothes, these machines can consu cotton and transform it into clothing. Starting next year, the best-selling thing in this world will definitely be clothes, all kinds of clothes."
"Then why don’t we also establish our own spinning mills, weaving factories, and garnt factories? We grow the cotton ourselves, then process it and sell it—we should be able to make even more profit, right?" the Erson heir suggested.
"We’re not confident we can manufacture at the lowest cost—that’s one thing. Second, even if we manufacture it, our sales channels won’t open up that fast. Better to do what we’re good at. Ten million acres of land for growing cotton, and we’ll beco the continent’s largest cotton supplier..."
Patriarch Erson didn’t continue, but his son already understood.
This was no different from what their family had always done.
The Erson family itself was already the continent’s largest grain supplier, so they could even influence grain prices to so degree. Whenever disaster years ca, that’s when they’d massively buy up land.
Cotton was the sa, maybe even easier to work with.
First use cotton to prop up a bunch of factories and whatnot, then eventually they’d find a chance to harvest all those factories for themselves.
However, the Erson heir still had so concerns.
Naly, if most people were thinking the sa way they were, would that lead to grain shortages again?
But then he thought about it—weren’t they still planting 3 million acres of grain?
A shortage wouldn’t affect them much.
They’d definitely have enough to eat anyway.
With that thought, he stopped worrying about it.
Almost at the sa ti, lots and lots of people seed to notice this sa thing, just like the Erson family.
In the Tech Virtual Lab.
Ren, the Goddess of Agriculture, the God of Nature, and other gods gathered together. Looking at the images transmitted from the mortal realm, Ren asked with a smile, "You two invited back to the lab—it’s not just to watch the new seed harvest with you, right?"
The Goddess of Agriculture and God of Nature exchanged glances, then the Goddess of Agriculture said with a smile, "It’s really not a big deal, we just suddenly thought of a problem—such a massive increase in grain production probably isn’t all good news for mortals, right?"
"You’re worried that suddenly having huge amounts of grain in the mortal realm will cause grain prices to crash, ultimately leading to fewer people wanting to plant it, right?"
Ren understood their aning almost instantly.
"Yes, we know that when there’s more grain, very few people will starve to death—maybe none at all—and then so people will have more children. But that ultimately takes ti. When grain suddenly increases by this much, it’s bound to cause a series of problems."
Seeing Ren being so straightforward, the Goddess of Agriculture stopped being coy. "Actually, I only learned about this problem after many believers prayed. I didn’t realize mortals were so complicated."
"When grain production increases, they’ll naturally make adjustnts. For example, so people will choose to plant cotton—cotton can be made into clothes. So people might choose to grow fruits and vegetables. That’s why I told you gods not to just focus on grain."
Ren didn’t think their question was a problem at all and patiently explained, "Of course, when there’s way too much grain, there’s really no need to worry about losing your investnt."
"Excess grain can be used to brew alcohol, to raise livestock, to do many, many things."
"In short, people who realize in advance that grain prices will crash can continue earning higher profits by growing cotton, fruits, vegetables, and such. People who figure it out late can sell their grain to workshops that produce processed foods, or raise livestock and convert it into at."
"This way, nobody will starve to death, everyone will have clothes, people with a bit more money can eat fruits, vegetables, and at, and life will get better. See? In this situation, will the things you’re worried about still happen?"
How could Ren not know about these things? From the very beginning, he’d already considered all this. That’s exactly why facilities like livestock farms had been put into place early on.
Next year would be when they’d bloom everywhere.
The Goddess of Agriculture looked at Ren in disbelief. After a good while, she finally said with so amazent, "I didn’t expect you’d already considered all of this. We shouldn’t have brought it up."
"Ask whatever questions you have."
Ren said with a smile, "Given the current situation, we gods should cooperate even more closely and work hard to improve the mortals’ condition. Whether we send them to the battlefield in the future or have them provide us with faith, there’s one prerequisite—that’s stability, and continuously increasing their population."
"So what should we do next? Continue researching stronger grain varieties? Research other things that can be planted? Or should we focus on livestock?"
After the Goddess of Agriculture digested Ren’s words for a while, she asked again.
Ren thought about it and shook his head slightly. "Just proceed according to the previous plan, no need to change anything. Your most important task right now is still breeding stronger seeds or livestock."
"Grain suitable for special regions, grain that can drastically increase production, plus vegetables, fruits, pasture grass and such—all of it works."
"Leave the mortal realm’s affairs to , I’ll arrange everything properly."
The Goddess of Agriculture, God of Nature, and other gods trusted Ren’s words very much. If nothing else, just look at all those crazy prayers right now—which one didn’t co from Ren’s work?
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