Douluo Continent: Becoming the God of Nature Starting from Farming

"What exactly is this feeling? Is it just my imagination?"

Bibi Dong sensed something different about Xiao Ze and looked at him with some curiosity.

“This is merit,” said the Rakshasa God.

Bibi Dong was somewhat surprised: "Can I gain merit this way?"

"Nonsense, he could feed the entire Douluo Continent, making him more than capable of becoming a god."

"Can I gain merit?"

Bibi Dong's question left Rakshasa God speechless.

Big sister, do you want to see what kind of martial spirit you have and what kind of deity I am? Do you still want to gain merit?

Do you have the skills to do that?

Bibi Dong didn't care that she hadn't heard a reply from Rakshasa God; it seemed she was doomed.

But it doesn't matter. As long as she can suppress the Rakshasa's corruption, she can become the Rakshasa God.

The next moment, a powerful force of faith surged forth.

Countless tiny golden specks of light drifted out from every household, converging into an invisible river that flowed into his body.

While the power of faith is not as high as that of merit, that's normal.

After all, the power of faith judges people, while the power of merit judges events.

Not everyone will believe in and respect Xiao Ze; there are differences between people.

"Not bad, not bad. Although becoming a god is still impossible, it's a good start." The God of Agriculture was somewhat pleased, as the first step towards godhood had finally been taken.

Xiao Ze nodded: "That's right, I will definitely become a god in the future."

After harvesting all the crops, Ning Rongrong returned to Xiao Ze's side with some joy: "Xiao Ze, each acre yielded at least 4,600 jin. And this isn't even the best land. If it were the best land, it might yield more than 5,000 jin."

You have truly done a great deed.

The women nodded.

Indeed, this is a great deed; there will probably be no more people starving to death on the Douluo Continent in the future.

When crop yields are high, the price of food goes down, and even beggars can afford to buy food.

As for the price, these villagers don't care.

Because all they need to do now is eat their fill; as for making money from it, that's something for later.

Besides, with more grain, many industries can be developed, such as brewing, and the price might not necessarily change.

However, Xiao Ze was unaware of this matter.

It has nothing to do with him either.

"Let's go. We've already taken the first step. Crops will gradually spread across the continent."

"Ah."

They saw Xiao Ze, Bibi Dong, and the others leave.

The old village chief and others knelt down and shouted loudly.

"Long live the Holy Son!!"

"Long live His Holiness the Pope!!"

"Long live the Holy Son!!"

"Long live His Holiness the Pope!!"

Chapter 295 The Reflections of the Emperors of Two Great Empires

Several days later, in the Imperial Palace of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

"Father, this year's harvest is exceptionally bountiful." Qian Renxue handed the tax revenue to Emperor Xueye.

On a snowy night, I was stunned to see that this year's tax revenue had increased by 30%.

"Are these taxes really true?" Xueye asked immediately.

“It’s true, most of the extra tax revenue comes from the crops grown by Xiao Ze, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.” Qian Renxue nodded.

She never expected that Xiao Ze's crops would be so effective.

It's important to understand that there are very few villages in the Heavenly Dou Empire that engage in agriculture, but even so, tax revenue has increased significantly.

If all the villages planted it, wouldn't the profits increase several times over?

Having served as the Crown Prince for so many years, Qian Renxue was well aware of the impact of these taxes.

She was a little numb; for a moment, she didn't know whether Xiao Ze was a member of the Spirit Hall or an undercover agent within it.

If Xueye had channeled these tax revenues into military development, the Tiandou Empire would likely have become much stronger.

She had already decided to write a letter and hand it over to that woman.

The Spirit Hall must be prepared.

"Hiss... Xiao Ze is truly a god." Although Emperor Xueye, as an emperor, did not know how to farm, he still had a clear understanding of how much grain could be produced from an acre of land.

Xiao Ze's crops could increase grain production by at least seven or eight times, which is simply outrageous.

"Crown Prince!" Xue Ye suddenly looked up.

"Your subject is here." Qian Renxue immediately looked up.

“Collect some crops from Xiaoze and send them to the villages that don’t have them, so they can plant them for me.”

"If a village disagrees with planting, be firm!" Xueye had already imagined receiving several times the tax revenue next year, and what could be better to do with that tax revenue?

Although it's not money, having food is still very good.

"Yes!"

The officials below also began to discuss the matter.

"I never expected that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall would have such an ability."

"That's a bit outrageous."

"Several times the production volume is indeed outrageous. If that's the case, haven't all those people been won over by the Spirit Hall?"

"You're worrying unnecessarily. What use are a bunch of ordinary people? Are they going to kill you with hoes?"

"That's right, that's right. I'm going to go back and plant these crops on my land too, so I can use them to make wine in the future."

"I didn't expect you to be an alcoholic."

"You're not?"

……

The Star Luo Empire, Imperial Palace.

Emperor Xingluo put down the tax report in his hand and exclaimed, "Xiao Ze, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, actually knows how to research seeds."

“Father, don’t worry, he just has nothing to do,” Davis said.

"Fool!" Emperor Xingluo cursed.

Davis was a little confused. How did he get sold?

He said somewhat aggrievedly, "Father, where did I go wrong? What's the use of feeding everyone? It doesn't create soul masters."

The Star Luo Emperor sighed softly, sensing that the Star Luo Empire was in for some trouble.

Both of my sons are good with their hands, but not with their brains.

It seems the White Tiger Martial Soul does have some side effects.

"Human nature," Emperor Xingluo cautioned.

"People's hearts? The hearts of ordinary people? Is it useful?" Davis didn't understand, or rather, he had never actively or indirectly come into contact with ordinary people.

Emperor Xingluo shook his head: "It's definitely not obvious in a short time, but it will be very obvious over time."

You need to know that there are only about 100,000 Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent, while there are tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of ordinary people.

"If these ordinary people have only a one in ten thousand chance of becoming Soul Masters, that's still thousands of Soul Masters. What if all of these Soul Masters joined the Spirit Hall?"

Upon hearing this, Davis's pupils suddenly contracted: "Even our Star Luo Empire doesn't have this many Soul Masters."

“That’s right. The Spirit Hall will only grow stronger, and then our Star Luo Empire will be in danger.” The Star Luo Emperor nodded.

"Then we won't let them grow crops."

"Stupid!" Emperor Xingluo was speechless. By now, most villages probably already knew that Xiao Ze's seed yield was high. If you try to stop him, wouldn't you become everyone's enemy?

Let alone ordinary people, even nobles won't pay attention to you; they only recognize Xiao Ze's seed.

Emperor Xingluo still had a headache and explained that his eldest son had really put all his talents into military affairs, and his ability to govern was really poor.

It seems we need to find him some talent in internal affairs, otherwise the Star Luo Empire will be doomed.

Davis nodded in realization: "I see. So, we can't stop it?"

"We can't stop it, but fortunately we can get a lot of tax revenue, which we can use to quickly improve our military capabilities."

"The number of Spirit Hall Soul Masters cannot be increased much in a short time, but our military is a different story," said the Star Luo Emperor.

"clear."

"Go then," Emperor Xingluo nodded.

Watching Davis's departing figure, Emperor Xingluo sighed softly, "I wonder how long they can hold out. The gap between ordinary soldiers and Soul Masters is still too great."

Moreover, and most importantly, if they knew they were dealing with Xiao Ze, who was from the Spirit Hall, would they still have made a move?

……

a few days later.

Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong saw Xiao Ze put down the message in his hand and asked, "So? Any thoughts?"