Ange took out a bottle of black liquid, poured it into the bucket, and when it looked light, he took out another bottle, poured three bottles in a row, stirred evenly, and started to do fine work.

I saw his fingers bounced, and the liquid in the bucket jumped up, bounced towards a plant with his movements, and then exploded, and the exploded mist sprinkled evenly on the plant.

It continued like this until all the plants were sprinkled with water and fertilizer mixed with insect ash liquid.

Negris flew back and informed Ang: "Ang, those druids are constantly shining each plant, as if it was filled light, but the light is only red and blue, which is a bit strange."

Ange quickly threw down the water and fertilizer, ran to the top of the tower and looked down.

I saw those druids scattered all over the farmland, taking care of some of the crops, and their hands were radiating red or blue light, constantly wiping them on the plants.

Ang put his chin on the windowsill and saw the Druids finish their work. Then he raised his palms and lifted up a ball of white holy light. After turning his palms a few times, the color of the holy light began to change.

No, Ange shook his hands and gave out another ball of white light. This ball of white light is not as soft as the holy light, and it is a little shaking. After watching it for a long time, you will feel astringent eyes.

"Is the flash technique?" Negris leaned over and said, "It should not be a flash technique. They can hold on for a few hours, which is even more powerful than the magic arrays used in Lich City. The flash technique consumes too much, and they cannot hold on for so long."

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

Negris frowned and looked at it for a while, and hesitated: "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?"

No matter how much it is, it is useless. It still needs to be tested. Ange immediately sets out a small area in the farmland, with some showing red and blue light, some showing holy light, and some luminous moss to fill the light.

After seven or eight days, the gap became obvious. Whether it was the poles or leaves of crops that shone red and blue, they were much stronger than those that only shone the holy light and luminous moss.

"It seems that these druids are not a good meal, but are still some of their own skills." Negris said.

Its cultivation knowledge has not been updated for a thousand years. Nowadays, the updated knowledge is from the Angre school. Angre doesn’t understand it, and it doesn’t understand it either.

Neither the planting method was planted a thousand years ago or Ang, there was no knowledge about red and blue light, but now it has it.

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

But it turned out that Ange added the dosage of the control area, shining them for eight or nine hours a day, and was covered by light almost all night, and then it grew.

It seems that filling light also requires moderation. Ange constantly experimented and compared, and soon found the most suitable filling light time. With the lighting conditions of the sinking place, filling light for three hours a day can make the crop grow the best. If the crops grow for more than three hours, the crops will easily grow in vain.

A week later, Dubinchi quietly came to the bucket, took out a bottle of black liquid and poured it in. After pouring it, he saw that there was still a little wall residue in the bottle, so he spooned some water to rinse it, and then poured it into the bucket, without wasting a drop.

He murmured: "The second bottle is here, every bottle is seven or eight days, and he will have to smash more than a dozen bottles in the next two months. If this task is lost, it won't work, so you have to pay more."

On the other hand, Ang also took out three bottles of black liquid, and poured it down without even looking at it. He stirred and started watering it.

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

Yincoin also looked for him several times, saying that the business environment here was too poor and the materials were scarce. He had organized manpower to save himself, hoping that Ange would provide some high-yield grain varieties, and then he sent a bunch of undead spring stones.

In the sinking place, the Undead Spring 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. The Undead Spring Stone can condense water during the day when thrown at the air outlet.

With the Undead Spring Stone, Ange saves the consumption of magic to water, and can add more time to fill up the light.

So Ange gave several tons of silver coins to produce grain.

In the third month, the silver coin dragged another plow back and told Ang: "I organized some people to dig coal, mine, build furnaces, and blacksmith shops. After three months of busyness, I finally made an iron plow, and there are all kinds of iron farm tools. Do you need it?"

Ang shook his head, the little zombie was better than the iron plow.

Negris was dumbfounded: "In just over two months, you have done so many things? Have you made all the iron tools? How can you still make irons?"

Yin Coin scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Sir, how could I make a fool of myself? But someone can do it. I carried a bag of rice to the human camp and shouted 'Who can make a fool of myself'. Good guy, the person who rushed up almost tore me up."

"I was almost squeezed to death and shouted: Who can fight? More than twenty soldiers rushed over to protect me. Under their protection, I recruited a group of iron thugs, mining, stoves, farming, washing and cooking. The Great Sage transferred a group of zombies and skeletons for me and a few guards, saying that I would fully support my work."

Negris asked in confusion: "The Great Sage fully supports your work? What does it have to do with him? He also dispatches escorts to protect you? Where are the escorts?"

Negris asked, and a phantom appeared reluctantly from behind the silver coins: "Sir, here." It was the shadow guards who had protected the Druids before.

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

The shadow guard responded honestly: "Report to the Lord, the Silver Coin is organizing production. The Great Sage said that none of us do not have the ability to organize the Silver Coin, so we must ensure the safety of the Silver Coin."

The shadow guard became very honest, and it would be impossible to be honest. The embryo dragon in front of him could be intimate with the great sage.

Negris looked up and down at the silver coin and nodded: "So that's it. The silver coin has a strong organizational ability, and the old undead has a good vision."

Can you not be strong? Among so many believers in Anger, Silver Coin and Anthony are the least concerned, and they can build a business network by themselves.

In the past, it was because of war that humans had no intention of organizing production, and those who were immortal were unable to organize the organization. Now, with silver coins, people with strong organizational capabilities, they can produce iron products in more than two months.

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

The problem that technology cannot solve is solved by scale. The Great Sage suddenly discovered that by increasing productivity by one or two times, the food problem may be solved, and there is no need for Druids at all.

In this case, how could the Great Sage not pay attention to silver coins? The queen of discovering that he was a lich, he even wanted to dig Ange's corner, emphasizing that as long as the silver coins were loyal to him, he would immediately be in charge of the immortal army in the sinking land.

Silver coin said firmly: "I have a master!"

In any case, the ability of the silver coins was shown. The Great Sage still ordered all units to do their best to cooperate with the silver coins and sent shadow guards to protect him.

After hearing this, Negris couldn't help but sigh: "You are so amazing in silver coins. You have solved the problem of food in this way. If you have small output, you have to compete for the scale. If you have low efficiency, you have to update the tools. If you have low efficiency, you don't have to solve the problem with food. It's amazing."

The silver coins were a little embarrassed to be praised and scratched their heads: "I just think there is no industry here, the manpower is cheap, and there are a lot of minerals, so I'm busy with these things. I'm not trying to solve any food problem."

"Unfortunately, your method is slow to work. The scale of reclamation needs to be increased. The next planting season will be required. Otherwise, you will win this game. Are there any difficulties in what you are doing?" asked Negris.

If silver coins encounter any difficulties, as the god of knowledge, you can help him answer.

Silver coins were stunned for a moment: "Game? There are difficulties. There are too few wood in this world. I made a lot of hoe heads, but there was no wood as a hoe handle. Now everyone put the hoe on their hands and bent over the ground to dig the ground. It was so blessed that it would be a blessing. If there were bamboo."

Hearing the hoe in his hand, Nageris couldn't help looking at the little zombie, and then hearing "If there were bamboos", it couldn't help looking at Ange, and thought to himself: It's not that coincidental, right?

Sure enough, Ange tilted his head.

Negris rushed over, hugged Ang, turned to Yinzi and said, "Yinzi and Zi, come here by themselves, I have something to say to you."

After saying that, the silver coin was allowed to pass by himself, and the shadow guard attached to the silver coin body could only float out helplessly and hide aside.

When everyone returned to the relay tower, Negris's thoughts even shrank back into the Rest Palace. When they went to the farm, they saw that dozens of acres of land on the edge had grown into bamboo forests.

"Yebada, I will know when you tilt your head. You must have planted bamboo." Negris complained helplessly.

Just after pulling Druid's bamboo shoot buds, a bunch of bamboos planted in a blink of an eye, Deruid would be furious to death.

"It's fine if you plant it outside. If you plant it in the space, you can't take it out casually. This will reveal the secret of you having a large space. If the great sage knows, you will definitely think of the rest palace. Do you understand?" Negris told Angle at one of his rare seriousness.

Ange nodded.

Run to the bamboo forest, ripen a bamboo, and pull off its seeds.

He ran out with the seeds, found a place to plant it, water it, and then cast a spell.

His movement attracted Druid's attention. Several Druids climbed to the wall and looked at it, and couldn't help but curse: "Damn... Sir, he stole our bamboo!"

If you want to scold me, the unicorn in the corner narrowed her eyes and swallowed it back.

Dubinchi's face turned pale. Not only did he steal their seeds, but he also showed them openly, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

Holding his anger, Dubinchi said loudly: "Friends outside, you are too much. Stealing our bamboo and fruits, those are fast-growing varieties that we have cultivated with all our hearts. If you steal our fruits, are you thieves!"

Ange looked back at him, nodded, ran over, jumped to the front of the Jing Wall, jumped to the level of the Jing Wall, and flipped his hand and put a bottle of black liquid on the Jing Wall.

When he landed on the ground, Ange ran back again, exchanged in an equivalent manner, and after grabbing so many of their things, he should indeed return items of corresponding value.

Looking at the black liquid on the wall, Dubinchi Huang was a little confused: "What does it mean? Pay us a compensation? Is it funny? What kind of ghost is a bottle of water that we carefully cultivated..."

Speaking of this, Dubinchi just unscrewed the black liquid lid, sniffed it gently, his face suddenly changed, and he could no longer say anything else.

When the other Druids heard Dubinch yelling and cursing, they were also trying to curse according to the topic: "That's right, what the hell is the bottle of water you want to pay..."

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

Closed his wooden house door, Dubinchi took out his black liquid from his arms. Although it was all black liquid, Ang's was obviously much more sticky than his, and the bottles he put was different.

After sniffing each, the two liquids smelled a little similar, but Ang's bottle contained a certain smell even more intense.

Dubinchi carefully dipped a little with a wooden stick. Who knew that the small wooden stick that had just taken out the wooden stick and peeled and cut it into strips actually sprouted.

"Dao! This is the real dao! Oh my God, the real dao is not a expensive and rotten diluent like me. Oh my God, where did this dead skeleton get it?" Dubinqi was about to tremble.

The special feature of essence insect ash liquid is that it can resurrect dead things, which is something that ordinary insect ash liquid cannot do.

From then on, Dubinchi's attitude changed drastically. He never said that Ang stole his seeds. He even took the initiative to take out more seeds and slapped them on the wall to ask Ang if he wanted them. If he wanted, he could exchange them for the black liquid.

The rest of Druid were very curious about what that black liquid was and why did it change the arrogant Doubinch's temperament and he would not hesitate to spread the wall to promote the seeds.

However, the seeds he took out could no longer attract Ange's interest. They were either of no value or Ange had it. The silver coins were collected by thousands of common seeds from the main planes. If he had not cultivated them himself, Ange would have it.

Just as Dubinchi was muddling his brains and trying to fool Ange's bottle of essence insect ash liquid, the growing season was coming to an end and the crop was ripe.

The Great Sage received the news and rushed here quickly to witness the results of the competition. Under his witness, the crops harvested by Dubinchi and the crops harvested by Ange were 1,100 kilograms per mu. Ange won with an absolute advantage.
Chapter completed!