Chapter 236 Don't Blame Me for Being Rude

Ange took out a bottle of black liquid and poured it into the bucket with a gulp. Seeing that the color was still light, he took out another bottle, poured three bottles in a row, stirred it evenly, and started fine work.

As soon as he flicked his fingers, the liquid in the bucket jumped up, bounced to a certain plant with his movements, and then exploded, spraying the sprayed water evenly on the plants.

Continue like this until all the plants are sprinkled with water and fertilizer mixed with worm ash liquid.

Negris flew back in a flutter and reported to Anger: "Ange, those druids are lighting every plant non-stop. It seems to be supplementary light, but the light is only red and blue. Kind of weird."

An Ge quickly dropped the water fertilizer and ran to the top of the tower to look down.

I saw those druids scattered all over the farmland, each taking care of a part of the crops, with red or blue light emitting from their hands, constantly wiping the plants.

Ange rested his chin on the window sill, watching the druids finish their work.

Then he raised his palm, held up a ball of pure white holy light, turned his palm a few times, and the color of the holy light began to change.

No, Ange shook his hands, and cast out another ball of white light. This ball of white light is not as soft as the holy light, and it dazzles the eyes a bit. After a long time, the eyes will feel dry.

"Flash?" Negris leaned over and said, "It shouldn't be flash. They can last for several hours, which is more powerful than those magic circles used in Lich City. The consumption of flash is too high. They don't It might last that long."

As soon as Negris finished speaking, the white light in Ange's hand suddenly turned blue, and after a while, it turned red again.

Negris frowned and looked at it for a while, then said hesitantly: "It's still a flash technique, but the elemental fluctuations are much less. Is it because it only emits red and blue light, so the consumption is reduced? But what's the use?"

It's useless to say more, and we still have to experiment. Ange immediately marked out a small control area in the farmland, part of which was illuminated with red and blue light, part of which was illuminated with holy light, and part of which was planted with luminescent moss to supplement the light.

After seven or eight days, the difference became obvious. Whether it was straw or leaves, the crops illuminated with red and blue light were much stronger than those illuminated only with holy light and luminous moss.

"It seems that these druids are not just for nothing, but have some unique skills." Negris said.

Its planting knowledge has not been updated for a thousand years, and now the updated ones are all from the school of Ange. If Ange doesn't understand, it doesn't understand either.

Whether it was the planting method a thousand years ago, or Ange, there was no knowledge about red and blue light, but now there is.

Ange immediately expanded the irradiation range to the entire planting area, and irradiated for two hours a day.

But in the original control area, Ange increased the amount of them, and irradiated them for eight or nine hours a day, and they were shrouded in light almost all night, and then they grew in vain.

It seems that supplementary light also needs to be restrained. Ange kept experimenting and comparing, and soon found the most suitable supplementary light duration. With the light conditions of the sunken land, supplementing the light for three hours a day can make the crops grow the best. Well, more than three hours and the crops tend to grow excessively.

A week later, Dubinch quietly came to the bucket again, took out a bottle of black liquid, and poured it in. After pouring, he saw that there was still some residue in the bottle, so he spooned some water Rinse, then pour into the bucket, not a single drop is wasted.

He muttered in his mouth: "It's the second bottle, one bottle every seven or eight days, and there will be more than a dozen bottles in the next two months or so. This mission is at a loss. No, I have to pay more."

On the other side, Ange also took out three bottles of black liquid, poured them down without looking at them, stirred them casually, and started watering them.

Time passed day by day like this, during which Anthony came to him twice, saying that the elves were looking for him all over the world, and he was about to cry. Now the whole world is wondering who is Lord Ang, and why he doesn't give the elves face so much.

Silver coins also approached him a few times, saying that the business environment here is too bad and supplies are scarce. He has already organized manpower to produce and save himself. He hoped that Ange would provide some high-yield grain seeds, and then he would send over a pile of Bulkuquan stones.

In the Land of Sinking, the Bukuquan Stone is the most practical. There are few streams here, especially in the third month after the eternal night, the surface water is almost exhausted, but the humidity in the air is very high. Throw the Bukuquan Stone casually. The tuyere can condense water during the day.

With the Everlasting Stone, Anger saves the consumption of mana for watering, and can have more time to fill in the light.

So Ang gave silver coins several tons of grain to make grain seeds.

In the third month, Silver Coin dragged another plow back and told Ang: "I organized some people to dig coal, dig mines, build furnaces, and blacksmith shops. After three months of busy work, I finally made an iron plow. There are also various iron farm tools, my lord, do you need them?"

Ange shook his head, the little zombie is better than the iron plow.

Negris was dumbfounded: "Just over two months, you have done so many things? Have you hammered out all the iron tools? You can still forge iron?"

Yin Coin scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "My lord, I was joking. How could I know how to forge iron, but there are people who can. I carried a few bags of rice to the human camp and shouted 'Who can forge iron', good guy, rushed up People almost tore me apart."

"I was almost squeezed to death, so I quickly shouted: Who can fight? More than 20 soldiers rushed over to protect me. Stoves, a group of farmers, a group of laundry and cookers, and the great sage sent me a batch of zombie skeletons and a few guards, saying that he would fully support my work."

Negris asked puzzledly: "The great sage fully supports your work? What does it matter to him? He also sent guards to protect you? Where are the guards?"

Negris asked, and a cloud of phantom reluctantly emerged from behind the silver coin: "Here it is, my lord." It was the shadow guards who had previously protected the druids.

"It's you again? What did the silver coins do? The old undead asked you to protect him?" Negris asked in surprise.

The shadow guard responded honestly: "Report to the Lord, Lord Silver Coin is organizing production. The great sage said that none of us have the organizational ability of Lord Silver Coin, so we must ensure the safety of Lord Silver Coin."

The shadow guard has become very honest, dishonesty is not enough, the embryonic dragon in front of him is a friendship that can hug and roll with the great sage.

Negris looked at the silver coin up and down, and nodded: "So that's the case, the silver coin's organizational ability is really strong, and the old undead has a good eye."

Can it be strong? Among Ang's many believers, that is, silver coins and Anthony are the least to worry about, as they can build a business network by themselves.

In the past, because of the war, the human side had no intention to organize production, and the immortal side was powerless to organize. Now, with a guy with strong organizational skills like silver coins, iron products can be produced in more than two months.

With a large number of iron tools and agricultural tools, more farmland can be reclaimed more efficiently and cultivated more efficiently. In this way, even if there are no high-yielding grain seeds, the grain output can also increase several times.

Problems that cannot be solved by technology can be solved by scale. The great sage suddenly discovered that if the productivity is increased by one or two times, the food problem may be solved, and druids are not needed at all.

In this case, how could the great sage not pay attention to silver coins? After discovering that he was a lich, he didn't hesitate to poach Ang's corner, emphasizing that as long as the silver coins are loyal to him, he can immediately take charge of the undead army in the Sinking Land.

The silver coin said firmly: "I have a master!"

In any case, the ability of the silver coin was shown, and the great sage still ordered all units to try their best to cooperate with the silver coin, and even sent shadow guards to protect him.

After hearing this, Negris couldn't help sighing: "You are really amazing, the food problem has been solved by you in this way. If the output is small, scale up, and if the efficiency is low, you need to update tools. The food problem is not necessarily It needs to be solved by means of food, it’s amazing.”

The silver coin was a little embarrassed by the praise, and scratched his head: "I just think that there is no industry here, manpower is cheap, and there are a lot of minerals, so I am busy with these things, not to solve any food problem."

"Unfortunately, your method is slow to take effect. The scale of reclamation will increase, and the next planting season will be over. Otherwise, you will win this competition. Did you encounter any difficulties in what you did?" Negris asked.

If Yin Coin encounters any difficulties, as the God of Knowledge, he can help him solve them.

Yin Coin was stunned for a moment: "Competition? There are difficulties. There is too little wood in this world. I made a lot of hoes, but I didn't have any wood to make a handle. Now everyone puts hoes on their hands and bends down on the ground. Digging the ground is too hard, it would be great if there were bamboo."

Hearing the hoe in his hand, Negris couldn't help looking at the little zombie, and hearing "if there is bamboo", it couldn't help looking at Ange again, thinking to himself: It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Sure enough, Ange tilted his head.

Negris flew over, hugged Ange, turned to Yin Coin and said, "Silver Coin, come here by yourself, I have something to tell you."

They all said to let the silver coin pass by by themselves, and the shadow guard attached to the silver coin could only float out helplessly and disappear in the side.

When everyone returned to the relay tower, Negris' thoughts were even more retracted into the Palace of Rest. When he went to the farm, he saw dozens of acres of land on the edge, which had grown into a bamboo forest.

"Cangbada, I knew as soon as you tilted your head, you must have planted bamboo." Negris complained helplessly.

Druids would be pissed off if they planted a pile of bamboo just after picking up Druid's bamboo shoots.

"It doesn't matter if you plant it outside. If you plant it in the space, you can't take it out casually. This will reveal the secret that you have a large space. If the great sage finds out, he will definitely think of the Palace of Rest , do you understand?" Negris told Ange in a rare serious way.

Angus nodded.

He ran into a bamboo forest, ripened a bamboo tree, and plucked its seeds.

He ran out with the seeds, found a random place to plant them, watered them, and then cast a spell.

His movement attracted the attention of the druids. Several druids climbed to the top of the wall to take a look, and couldn't help cursing out: "Damn... my lord, he stole our bamboo!"

If you want to scold, the unicorn in the corner squints and swallows it back abruptly.

Du Binqi was so angry that his face was livid. He not only stole their seeds, but also planted them openly for them to see. He was so angry that he died.

Holding back his anger, Du Binqi raised his voice and said: "Friends outside, you are going too far, stealing our bamboo and fruits, those are fast-growing varieties that we cultivate with all our heart, stealing our fruits, You are thieves!"

Ange looked back at him, nodded, and ran over slowly, and jumped in front of the thorn wall, jumped to the height of the thorn wall, flipped his hand, and put a bottle of black liquid on the thorn wall the wall.

After falling to the ground, Ange ran back slowly and exchanged them at equal value. After collecting so many things from them, they really should return the items of corresponding value.

Looking at the black liquid on the wall, Dubinqi Huang was a little confused: "What do you mean? Pay us? Is it funny? What the hell is a bottle of water equal to our carefully cultivated species..."

Speaking of this, Dubinqi just unscrewed the cap of the black liquid, sniffed it lightly, his face changed abruptly, and he couldn't speak any more.

When the other druids heard Du Binqi yelling, they also wanted to yell along: "That's right, what the hell is a bottle of water worth..."

Dubinch kicked them down one by one, and drove them back to the wooden house without explaining.

After closing the door of his wooden house, Dubinch took out his own black liquid from his arms. Although they were all black liquids, Ange's was obviously much more viscous than his, and the bottle it contained was different.

After sniffing them separately, the taste of the two liquids was somewhat similar, but the smell contained in Ange's bottle was stronger.

Dubinch carefully dipped a little bit of it with a wooden stick. Who would have thought that just after he took out the stick, the small stick that had been dead, peeled and cut into strips would germinate.

"Hang! This is the real don! Oh my god, the real don, not my expensive and rotten diluent. Oh my god, where did you get this dead skeleton?" Dubinch was trembling all over. .

The special feature of the essence worm ash liquid is that it can revive dead things, which is impossible for ordinary worm ash liquid.

Since then, Dubinqi's attitude has changed drastically. He never said that Ange stole his seeds, and even took out more seeds on his own initiative, and asked Ange on the wall if he wanted it. Change.

The other druids were curious about what that black liquid was, and why it could change the temperament of the proud Dubinch, so they did not hesitate to sell the seeds.

However, the seeds he took out can no longer attract Ange's interest. They are either worthless, or Ange already has them. Silver coins have collected thousands of common seeds from the main plane. If the seeds he took out were not cultivated by himself , basically Angle has it all.

Just when Dubinch was racking his brains, wanting to trick Ange into another bottle of essence worm ash liquid, the growing season was coming to an end and the crops were ripe.

The great sage got the news and rushed here quickly to witness the result of the competition. Under his witness, the crops harvested by Du Binqi's side yielded 800 catties per mu, and the crops harvested by Ange's side yielded 1,100 catties per mu. , Ange won with an absolute advantage.

Du Binqi's face was livid, he didn't expect that he would lose, and he lost so badly: "It must be because of 垽, no, I want to get more 垽, first ask them if they are willing to sell, if not, Don't blame me for being rude."

ps: Your monthly pass is not welcome

Thank you for your luck, Chenhui Book Demon, Li Yiyi, for your tip