Douluo Continent: Becoming the God of Nature Starting from Farming

However, these ten villages have produced quite a few Soul Masters. They all attribute this to the Spirit Hall, believing that the feng shui near the Spirit Hall is good, making it easier to produce Soul Masters.

So when it came to promoting the crops, they agreed without a second thought.

Loyal village.

The group left Wuhun City and slowly arrived at Hua'an Village.

Before anyone even entered the village, they saw golden waves of rice rolling in from the horizon, the heavy ears of rice bending their backs and rustling in the autumn wind.

As far as the eye can see, the rice is golden, with grains so plump they seem about to burst through their husks.

The air was filled with the sweet, warm aroma of freshly harvested rice.

The villagers gathered around the farmland, their smiles brighter than the sunshine.

"Xiao Ze, it seems you've done a good thing. We don't even need to measure the yields of these crops; we know they'll be much higher than before," Bibi Dong remarked.

She had gone out before, but she hadn't seen any villagers as happy as they were.

"This is just the beginning. With such high-yield crops, the population of Douluo Continent will double or even increase several times in the future. Even if the proportion of Soul Masters remains the same, there will be a great many more Soul Masters."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard Xiao Ze say that.

There are indeed too few Soul Masters now. It would be interesting if the number of Soul Masters could increase several times over in the future.

Ideally, all these Soul Masters would come to the Spirit Hall, then the Spirit Hall would truly be the number one power in the world.

Furthermore, other soul master sects and families rarely recruit other soul masters; they rely on their own people.

However, the number of Soul Masters is ultimately too small; even if they were to be reborn, they wouldn't be able to produce many more.

Not to mention that Soul Masters are not as fertile as ordinary people.

Xiao Ze, Bibi Dong, and the others walked towards the farmland. When the village chief of Hua'an Village saw Bibi Dong and Xiao Ze, he immediately knelt down.

The old village chief's forehead was pressed deeply into the warm soil, his graying temples very noticeable.

The villagers behind him hurriedly bent down, their sickles and hoes clattering to the ground.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope and Your Highness the Holy Son!"

"Get up." Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

When Xiao Ze helped the old village chief up with a smile, his legs were still trembling.

Who would have thought that the Pope would personally come to 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, and she suddenly bent down and picked up an ear of rice.

"What is the yield per mu?" Bibi Dong suddenly asked.

The old village chief said, "Your Holiness, we haven't harvested yet, but it looks like we have several thousand kilograms."

He was extremely excited; this was a massive production volume, many times greater than before.

With this grain, their Hua'an Village became completely wealthy.

Although he knew that more food would be worth less, at least they wouldn't go hungry anymore, and that was enough.

"What about before?" Bibi Dong didn't know much about farming.

“In the past, one mu of land yielded about 500 jin of wheat,” the old village chief immediately said.

Xiao Ze nodded. The wheat yield in Douluo Continent was quite good, slightly better than in ancient China, probably due to the influence of the elemental energy of heaven and earth.

However, Xiao Ze estimated that one mu of land would yield at least three or four thousand taels of silver. Although it might not be ten times what he had said, it was still quite a lot.

"Then go and harvest it now, and see how many kilograms it weighs."

"okay."

The old village chief, grinning with his missing teeth, was the first to charge into the wheat field, his withered arm bursting with astonishing power as the sickle cut through the wheat stalks.

The villagers, laughing and shouting, rushed into the fields. The men, shirtless, wielded sickles, their bronze backs glistening with sweat, while the women, headscarves tied with headscarves, deftly bundled the wheat.

When the last wheat field fell, the dark earth was revealed.

The old village chief tremblingly scooped up a handful of wheat grains, tears mingling with sweat as they fell into the bountiful harvest: "Heavens above... this is enough for our village to eat for many years to come."

"Long live the Holy Son!" one of them immediately knelt down and shouted.

The others started shouting.

"Long live the Holy Son!"

"Long live the Holy Son!"

Chapter 294 A Bountiful Harvest, A Good Start

“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 pope, I don't need to take your position."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. Who did she think of her? Would she really think that way?

"Alright, get up. Go and weigh how many kilograms of grain you have per acre." Xiao Ze was also very curious.

"Your Highness, we'll go right away." The village chief immediately ordered someone to bring over all the weighing equipment in the village.

The land they chose also belonged to the village chief.

They were very excited as they slowly began to weigh themselves.

"I have two hundred pounds here."

"Two hundred and ten jin."

"Wow... we've only weighed about a tenth of it, and it's already almost the same as our previous weight. We really won't go hungry!"

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful! His Highness is truly our benefactor, to have been able to research such a seed."

"Our Hua'an Village is also going to become prosperous."

"Weigh it quickly, weigh it quickly."

One thousand catties.

Two thousand catties.

Three thousand catties.

Four thousand catties.

It didn't end until it reached 4,500 jin (approximately 2,250 kg).

Xiao Ze was still somewhat excited when he saw the output, even though he had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

After all, in my previous life, an acre of land was less than half the size of this one.

With the existence of the God of Agriculture and the primordial energy of heaven and earth, this world is truly perfect for farming.

In just a few years, the population of Douluo Continent will increase significantly.

After all, once people are well-fed, there aren't many forms of entertainment in such a society, so having children becomes the only option.

Fortunately, even if they have a child, their family can afford to raise it.

"Your Highness, Your Holiness the Pope, four thousand five hundred catties! Four thousand five hundred catties!" The old village chief's trembling hands clutched a handful of wheat, his eyes bloodshot, showing how important these crops were to them.

Bibi Dong and the others remained silent, only expressing some感慨 (feelings of deep emotion).

They don't understand the importance of food to them because they have never been hungry since they were young. For them, eating well is a very simple thing, let alone being full.

However, when it comes to the time frame of this power, they might sigh at most, but they won't truly empathize, which is perfectly normal.

If Xiao Ze hadn't been a human from Earth in his previous life, he probably wouldn't have felt so deeply about it.

"This is all thanks to your own hard work. If you cultivate these crops well in the future, and your descendants have soul power, you can send them to the Spirit Hall," Xiao Ze said with a smile.

"Your Highness, rest assured, from now on, our Hua'an Village belongs to the Spirit Hall. Any Spirit Master in our village will be sent to the Spirit Hall. If anyone refuses, I will expel him from the village!" the old village chief assured him.

Xiao Ze was very satisfied; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

If passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, the Spirit Hall will surely become a behemoth that surpasses its current size.

Although, at that time it had nothing to do with me anymore.

But it still gives me a sense of accomplishment.

At the same time, villages all over the Douluo Continent that had begun harvesting witnessed this astonishing yield.

In an instant, some were happy while others were sad.

The villages that had a bountiful harvest were naturally overjoyed, and even the nobles and royalty were delighted.

Because some villages own the land, once it's cultivated, they can receive a lot of tax revenue and grain.

The ones who are truly worried are those villages that didn't plant anything before, or those that stopped planting halfway through; they are absolutely filled with regret.

They didn't plant such high-yield seeds, which is a waste of a whole year.

It's hard to say whether we'll be able to get any more seeds later.

Some village chiefs were even beaten to death.

……

Xiao Ze here.

A beam of brilliant golden light, visible only to Xiao Ze, descended from the sky.

“Xiao Ze, it’s merit!” The voice of the God of Agriculture immediately came.

Xiao Ze suddenly looked up at the sky. The golden light seemed to have countless halos flowing around it, and it gave him a very familiar feeling.

It's as if... it was his all along.

The next moment, merit descended upon him.

In an instant, everything in the world seemed to slow down in his eyes.

He could sense the curve of the wheat ears in the wind, the rhythm of everyone's breathing, and even the pulse of the villagers in the distance in that instant.

Ning Rongrong, who was stealing ears of 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, somewhat bewildered.