Achoo!
Bed emerged from the morgue, rubbing her nose as she watched Night Three More dash away into the distance. She disdainfully curled her lips and remarked, "This guy is either petting a cat or harvesting vegetables. Can't he spare a moment to warm up a succubus? Is he completely clueless?"
After expressing her sentiments, Bed glared menacingly at the four trembling little demon mice at her feet. "One day, I'll get my hands on your materials. Then, hehehe..."
Night Three More turned back, puzzled by Bed's strange behavior. Her laughter, both unpleasant and loud, echoed in the air. Could it be that there was a breakthrough in her experiments again? Well, he would inquire about it later; there were more pressing matters at hand.
Intermediate Level 1 Corpse Stench Farm: Growth bonus x20 when the workforce is at full capacity (at least one day).
Plot 1: Harvestable wheat x25, 5 days until withering.
Plot 2: Harvestable potato x1, 5 days until withering.
Plot 3: Harvestable red chili pepper x25, 5 days until withering.
Plot 4: Growing wheat x25, 5 days until harvest.
"At last, the harvest is ready!"
Night Three More looked at the crops in the field, rubbing his hands. He had waited for this day for five whole days, anticipating a bountiful harvest. The chili peppers had already been harvested once in the meantime, and he had even used the harvested chili seeds to replant. Now, it was the second harvest.
Observing the chili trees in the field, each reaching thigh-high, adorned with finger-length red chili peppers numbering around two hundred each, it resembled clusters of red cow horns.
Gently plucking a red chili pepper, he caressed its smooth, wax-like surface before taking a bite. "Hmm, the quality is consistent with the previous harvest."
Nodding in satisfaction, Night Three More turned his attention to Plot 2, where only a small potato plant stood, leaving the rest of the planting area empty. It wasn't due to laziness but because each plot could only accommodate one type of crop at a time. Planting more would result in rejection, rendering Plot 2 vastly underutilized—a significant waste.
However, to acquire more potatoes for cultivation, Night Three More decided to proceed. After all, five days was a relatively short time compared to the effort and trouble of seeking and purchasing.
As for the wheat, it was flourishing. Almost every available space was filled, resembling a field of golden bread rising. The towering spikes held clusters of plump grains, creating a picturesque scene of golden waves in the wind.
"Harvest!"
Waving to the fifteen prepared skeleton farmers nearby, Night Three More stepped aside.
Specialization in one's craft was essential, and the task of harvesting was best left to professional skeletons. They possessed the joy of a bountiful harvest skill, which, with a stroke of luck, could double the yield. It had to be utilized to its full potential.
Fifteen skeletons divided into three groups, each tending to their designated work plot:
Skeletons on Plot 1 bent over with sickles in hand, grabbing wheat by the roots and swiftly cutting through. After a crisp sound, the wheat, over knee-high, was harvested.
After collecting five or six bundles of wheat, the skeleton farmers casually used three to five wheat stems as ropes to tie the cut wheat together, creating a pile of wheat sheaves. They repeated this process, leaving behind piles of harvested wheat, akin to a mother hen laying eggs.
Skeletons on Plot 3 had an easier time. They didn't need to bend over; they simply plucked the chili peppers from the trees and tossed them into the baskets hanging from their left arms.
However, Plot 2 posed a bit of a challenge. Five skeletons, each with a hoe, slowly dug up the lone potato plant. As the gray soil lifted into the air, fist-sized white and yellow potatoes emerged, carefully set aside.
Surprisingly, this harvest triggered the joy of a bountiful harvest, yielding a total of 80 potatoes! This meant that each potato plant produced around forty potatoes, weighing approximately 250 grams each. Considering each potato was about half a kilogram, the yield per plant was around 10 kilograms.
"One plant, 10 kilograms. With 25 plants per plot, that's 250 kilograms. However, this is an acre of land, and the yield is still low," Night Three More shook his head.
The primary reason for this situation was the crop layout—each crop was limited to its designated planting area. With only 25 square meters for one potato plant, expecting a high yield was impractical.
Nevertheless, given that these potatoes could be harvested every five days, considering the regular maturity time for potatoes, the annual yield would still be over two tons. This quantity wasn't negligible.
While picking potatoes, Weng Ling arrived, carrying today's breakfast.
Considering Weng Ling's exceptional culinary skills, Night Three More and the others had been relying on her for meals. The 100 kilograms of wheat and 20 kilograms of flour he had brought back last time were sufficient for their needs for a while.
Weng Ling hadn't dared to purchase more; not only was it inconvenient to carry, but also the wheat near Lorancity was approaching harvest time. More importantly, Night Three More had confidently claimed he could resolve the food issue in a few days.
Weng Ling hadn't anticipated his solution would be like this.
"Here, this is today's breakfast."
Weng Ling opened the food box covered with white cloth, releasing a burst of steam and revealing ten pale white steamed buns inside.
"Thank you."
Night Three More nodded and took out two steamed buns, immediately stuffing them into his mouth.
"Eat slowly; you don't want to choke!"
Weng Ling rolled her eyes at him and squatted by the edge of the farmland, watching the goblin farmers harvesting wheat. Her expression flickered with various emotions.
Two days ago, she had witnessed the chili harvest, and combined with the wheat's growth, she couldn't help but admire Old Gu even more.
Normally, it took about half a year for wheat to grow, yet it only took ten days for these crops. Potatoes took five days. This method would undoubtedly terrify many if it were known.
However, ordinary people couldn't employ a legendary-level druid to farm, so she didn't need to transform into a scarecrow this time. After all, for other people, this was just normal operation.
"You arrived at the right time. Help me evaluate the harvest."
After sending the skeleton farmers to assist Plot 1, Night Three More turned to Weng Ling.
She nodded, casually picking up a potato, wiping off the loose soil, shaking her hands, and breaking it in half before bringing it to her nose to smell.
"Half a kilogram, uniform in size, strong aroma of starch. It should be considered a medium-grade."
"Only a medium-grade..." Night Three More sounded a bit disappointed.
"What do you understand? With this kind of land, this season, and your chaotic management, having any harvest is already commendable. Now you've even produced medium-grade potatoes. Aren't you satisfied?" Weng Ling rolled her eyes.
"Well... how much is a medium-grade potato worth?" Night Three More
scratched his head.
Weng Ling looked at the potato in her hand, furrowing her brows.
"Probably..."