CHAPTER 199: INFORMATION EXCHANGE

"Technology, this method can indeed work as an emergency solution, but I’ll still continue researching new grains or solving the Golden Spike Grain problem." The Goddess of Agriculture thought carefully, and after confirming the entire plan had no obvious oversights, she nodded slightly.

Her divine realm wasn’t small. With the boost from the gods’ power, she could basically achieve one harvest per day. If she was willing, she might not even need a week to prepare enough grain seeds for the entire mortal realm to plant.

"Good." Ren nodded with a smile. "We don’t need to worry about having too many or too varied grain types. As magic-tech industry develops, mortals will gradually desire more food varieties. Plus, some special grains can be used to raise livestock in the future or serve as magic-tech industrial materials. You can broaden your thinking."

It wasn’t surprising that the Goddess of Agriculture, who held dominion over grains, focused on developing various grains. Besides, grains were destined to be the most important food source for mortal races. Developing excellent varieties was naturally the best way to spread her name. In comparison, vegetables, fruits, and forage were minor matters.

Even if she bred a vegetable yielding 20,000 pounds per acre that most mortals ate, they wouldn’t generate the same intense emotions as they would for grains! The Goddess of Agriculture firmly believed this.

"Next we need to spread Golden Spike Grain to the mortal realm. Have you thought about where to plant it?" Ren smiled and waved his hand. A map appeared before him. "This is farmland locations and areas I’ve confirmed by integrating information from the Magic Net and messages brought by my believers. Different colors represent different quantities."

After thinking, Ren made some simple adjustments. "Now these colors show areas that haven’t been planted yet and are suitable for Golden Spike Grain cultivation."

The southern part of the continent had much higher temperatures than the north, so they often started planting earlier. Some regions didn’t even need to think about seasonal changes—they could just harvest one crop and plant another. So there were few suitable areas in this region. The far north was still in a state where ice and snow hadn’t completely melted. Starting preparations now would be just right for planting.

"Why does this area have such a large amount of unplanted land?" The Goddess of Agriculture, who knew the southern and northern situations well, gave full approval to most areas on this map. Even if she had her believers compile this data, it probably wouldn’t differ much. But the problem was, why did this central area of the map have such massive unplanted farmland?

"This area is the main battlefield of the God of War’s final mortal war." Ren didn’t beat around the bush and said directly, "A large number of peasants died in this area, and lots of land went uncultivated. I sent my subordinate Viscount Roster to reach agreements with local nobles, reformed the local social system, and developed and organized large amounts of new and old land. That’s why this situation exists. I personally think this is a perfect testing ground. I can have Viscount Roster plant Golden Spike Grain on all the farmland in this area for testing."

"Such a large area? How to plant it? Where would you get so many people? Won’t there be enough time?" The Goddess of Agriculture, as the person who understood agriculture best, still had some understanding of the basic situation in various mortal lands. It’s just that recently, one major event after another had prevented her from learning the latest situation.

"Yes, plant it all. As for time and manpower, my Magic Conductors will handle it." Ren nodded slightly. "Forget it, you should talk to him yourself. Let’s go to my virtual space!"

Having just finished communicating with the God of Nature and preparing to take a look at the new materials before lying down to rest and digest today’s information, Viscount Roster was suddenly stunned. A woman with long green hair appeared before him. She looked very beautiful, and her aura gave a very comfortable feeling, which surprised him greatly.

He could be certain this was his first time seeing... Wait! He instinctively turned his gaze toward the God of Nature not far away, as if trying to read some information from his expression.

"Agriculture, you came too? Does this mean Technology approved your new variety?" The God of Nature didn’t change his movements at all, nestled on the sofa, continuing to eat pastries.

New variety?

Got approval!

Viscount Roster was immediately delighted. The Southern Territory currently had large amounts of land needing cultivation, but he hadn’t decided what to plant. Quite a few people below were getting anxious. Recalling the God of Nature’s earlier words, with the Goddess of Agriculture taking action this time, the problem would be easily solved.

His expression changed, and the Goddess of Agriculture was also observing him. For a moment, the Goddess of Agriculture even wondered if this guy was an idiot or a lunatic. Why would he have that expression? "You’re Viscount Roster? I heard you have a large amount of unplanted land?"

"Yes, my Dawn Southern Development Company currently controls 58 million acres of land. In this world, there probably isn’t any... mortal with as much land as we have." Viscount Roster was very familiar with this number, but the other two gods didn’t know this. They only knew that Viscount Roster had developed large amounts of land in the Southern Territory.

Honestly, even the Goddess of Agriculture was shocked when she heard this number. "I have a new grain here with pretty good yields. I can have idle people from the Church of Agriculture help you plant it..."

In her divine realm, one acre could produce 1,600 pounds. In the mortal realm, not overestimating, say 1,000 pounds, 58 million acres would be tens of billions of pounds of grain. One person eats 300 to 500 pounds per year—enough to feed over 100 million people... Without even calculating carefully, the two gods instantly saw the huge potential.

This was much more exaggerated than what they’d heard from Ren earlier.

"Oh? May the Goddess tell me what this new grain variety is, what its yield is, whether planting is troublesome, and how many seeds you can give us? As for aid from the Church of Agriculture, that’s naturally excellent. But if they’re unwilling, it doesn’t matter. We’ve already developed lots of agricultural Magic Conductors for land reclamation, cultivation, and harvesting—that won’t be a problem."

Information exchange—the Goddess of Agriculture, the God of Nature, and Viscount Roster all showed strong surprise on their faces. The information each of them held was enough to shock the others. More powerful druid potions that could be industrially mass-produced; grain varieties yielding 1,600 pounds per acre, more than five times stronger than the current 300 pounds per acre of rye; lots of agricultural machinery that thrived in plains like the Southern Territory with amazing efficiency, plus that enormous area...

Intense sparks were colliding in the Tech Lab. Ren, overlooking it all, showed an increasingly obvious smile on his face.