On the altar of sacrifice to heaven.

Su Wuzai activated the story zombie fragments and began to control the story information that was sought to grow.

Then he fell into a very special state.

In the dark, countless information spread. Various images were constructed in his mind. Some farmers worked hard in the fields, but could only watch the seedlings die of drought. Some people used various methods to make the seedlings grow, but in vain.

[The story information about pulling seedlings to help grow is that in the year of natural disasters, people have the best vision for the food in the ground. They hope that there is a way to allow the seedlings to grow quickly. Over time, the story information about pulling seedlings to help grow is derived.]

[But, what will this story species belong to?]

[A complete story species that encourages growth? It shouldn't be!]

Su Wu thought silently.

Logically speaking, this story information is absorbed from the strange blood catastrophe, and perhaps it has a deep relationship with the blood catastrophe.

Everything has returned to the blood calamity.

Not to mention this for now.

[The power of the zombie fragments seems to be much stronger. It is absorbing this story information.]

He could see that the ghost eye pattern hidden under the skin of his left hand had opened a little bit of gap. It seems that if you want to cultivate it in the future, you need to absorb more similar story information.

It is possible that the ghost eyes are completely opened, and it is the time when this story fragment is mature.

What will happen when you mature is another big problem.

【It's simply a fog!】

【However, using zombie fragments will indeed bring erosion and pollution, just like what I felt at the beginning.】

Su Po was in trouble and frowned. He felt the distortion of his self-will being covered in his mind, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the pollution and erosion this time is not as serious as the last time. With the protection of the story collection, it can barely hold on.

Three minutes later!

The story information that encourages the growth of seedlings was used up. The ghost eye pattern on the left hand was only opened a little bit. There is still a long way to go before the complete opening and closing.

Looking at the original ten acres of green seedlings, five of which have been eared and fruitful.

now

Su Wu slowly raised his head and swept to Zhuang Min who was kneeling down below. He looked at their faces full of surprise, joy, and even panic, and a smile appeared slightly from the corner of his mouth.

This is exactly what he wants.

However, we need a final summary.

[My people, I am Su Wu, and I am also your owner. Famine is not scary. As long as I am here, you will live a good life.]

[God is not kind, I will do the power of heaven and enforce the law on behalf of heaven! Now, it is time to harvest. Go and take the harvest of the food I rewarded to you home.]

Su Wu's voice rang again.

He did not say too many sensational words. This time he only temporarily let Zhuang Min accept his abilities, and in the future he will continue to use the power of the story driver to deepen their faith.

As Su Wu finished speaking, everyone looked at each other. After a while, a few brave people stood up tremblingly and tried to walk towards the field.

"Aren't you dreaming?"

"Oh my God, is it true?"

"Is the young owner a god?"

"I just said that the young owner of the manor could find treasures from such a dangerous forest. He might be a mortal. I guess he must have descended to earth. If he was not good, he would be a reincarnation of a god, right?"

When these people touched the grains with their own hands, they could no longer help cheering, and the whole farm exploded in an instant.

There was a lot of discussion.

Everyone looked at Su Wu with great respect, and some of them fell to the ground again and kowtowed.

There are many similar things.

[It's done! The people's hearts are available, and I'm not in vain for such a big trouble.]

[And, the zombie fragments seem to be a little active, is it because they have become the legend and the immortal god in the story? Or is it because of the beliefs of these people?]

Su Wu found that the fragments of the zombies he controlled were jumping faintly, and his own qi and blood began a new round of growth.

He has just become a trainee warrior and has once again improved his strength a little bit. Although he is not as good as the feedback he received just using story information, his advantage lies in the long run.

Unable to figure out what was going on, Su Wu had to give up temporarily.

He walked down the altar and came to the edge of the field to check the food that was produced by the seedlings.

Speaking of which, the main grain crops in Us are also the same thing as the barley planted in Sujiazhuang.

The yield per mu is very low, and when the harvest is good, it is about 15 to 200 kilograms. This is a time when there is plenty of rain and sun exposure is more appropriate.

Similar to this year's drought, even if these barley can be rescued, the yield per mu is estimated to be only a few dozen kilograms.

[There seems to be less water and fertilizer. Sure enough, the encouragement of seedlings is just a method of giving birth similar to rules. Specific growth also requires external substances to be supplemented.]

[Fortunately, I prepared a lot of water and fertilizer in advance. Otherwise, after the seedlings were pulled to help grow, this land would become a wasteland next year, and the harvest this time would be very likely to be affected.]

Su Wu observed that the water and fertilizer accumulated around the seedlings before were almost one-third less.

This made him feel a little lucky.

He is such a clever little trick! Give yourself a thumbs up!

[I don’t know how much harvest can be, but only five acres of land is still too small.]

Now, Sujiazhuang has sorted out a total of ten acres of green seedlings, and only five acres of green seedlings have been used to pull out the seedlings to facilitate growth. It is likely that the harvest will not be satisfactory. The famine problem in Sujiazhuang is still serious.

It's just not that imminent.

"The young owner of the house has already counted it. Two thousand kilograms of fresh food is enough."

"This...this is incredible!"

The clan elder Chen Sen ran over panting. At this moment, his face was flushed and he was so excited that he could hardly speak.

I can only stutter and constantly use the word incredible to describe my mood.

Originally, Chen Sen was seriously skeptical about Su Wu's reckless behavior. Even though he saw Su Wuyong's incredible magic that gave birth to Qingmiao, he did not directly choose to believe what he saw in front of him.

He followed the villagers to count all the grains of food, and then he truly believed in Su Wu's amazing methods.

Just after the statistics were completed, they rushed over and reported it with other elders.

At this moment, these cunning old guys who had lived for fifty or sixty years were also completely directed to Su Wu.

Due to the death of the former old owner, the internal turmoil in Sujiazhuang caused by the succession of the young owner, was quietly resolved.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

Although the start is difficult, it is even more difficult to survive in this weird Journey to the West.

But Su Wuzai worked hard little by little.
Chapter completed!