MTLNOVEL Chapter 637 - 354: You Bestowed it on Me? Pure Light!_2
Chapter 637: Chapter 354: You Bestowed it on Me? Pure Light!_2
“Once.” Ange replied.
Anthony said, “So, we have to continuously supply food, right? Can we supply seeds?”
Shocked, Negris, projected onto Ange’s body, couldn’t help but shout, “Kvada, what are you trying to do?!”
Negris had a hunch about what Anthony was planning, hence his outburst, all the while chastising himself internally for not thinking of this brilliant idea first.
As expected, Anthony said, “If Lord provides the seeds, I will have all the lands in the district switched to the new grain. By next harvest season, all the grains will be the result of Lord’s seeds.”
Negris couldn’t help exclaiming, “When that time comes, everyone in the plane who consumes any food will have to give him power. Even if the power given is less than that from a regular believer, it will accumulate over the three meals a day. Ange, your planting god status might actually be the strongest.”
Ange’s eyes brightened, “Great.”
“Aha! Just up your alley, isn’t it? I bet you absolutely love the planting god status.” Negris said irritably, stoking the argument, “How do you get farmers to willingly switch to his grain? Changing crops is risky and farmers’ capability to bear risks is too weak. Without a compelling reason, they wouldn’t change crops casually—it’s way too risky.”
Anthony smiled slightly, “Seed competition, provided for free, with the church as the guarantor.”
The seed competition was well-known throughout the plains. If there’s a new champion seed, which farmer wouldn’t want to use it?
Not just the champion seed, even if it’s a several runner-ups one, as long as it’s better than what they are currently planting, many would want it.
So why didn’t it spread more widely? It’s too expensive. In the last seed competition, the new grain that produced a thousand jin per mu required one gold coin per mu for the seeds.
Even if the yield is a thousand jin per mu, selling it all may not necessarily earn a gold coin, wouldn’t planting this new crop mean a loss?
If it could be provided for free, even if the yield is only five hundred jin per mu, there would be many farmers willing to switch.
However, the most ingenious is the church acting as a guarantor. Even the high-yield crops still have risks, such as unsuitable climate, improper management, improper fertilization, insufficient soil fertility, etc. What if there is a total failure?
With the church guaranteeing, there’s nothing to fear, even if crops fail, they won’t starve to death.
“Brilliant! There’s even a benefit to guaranteeing, the yield will increase significantly next year. If the land guaranteed by the church increases, we can collect a tax of ten to twenty percent on the increase, we don’t lose, and the farmers don’t either.”
When Negris finished sharing his perceived brilliant idea, he was laughed at by Anthony, “Where are you going to find so many people to measure whether there is an increase in production? If you really want to collect the increased production tax, without a comprehensive monitoring ability, you will have to expect farmers to hide their output.”
Negris went red in the face, aggressively retorting, “Ange can measure it, he just needs to take one look.”
Unable to hold it in any longer, Durken who had been quietly listening in, burst into laughter, “Come on now, do you want Ange to run around the entire plane to measure outputs? Anthony is correct. Negris, you understand knowledge, but Anthony understands human nature.”
Negris, not willing to back down, shifted the topic, “What if just providing seeds cannot increase the planting god status?”
“There is still the Western District.” Anthony turned to Ange and said, “Lord, how about I give you all the ownerless lands in the Western District to plant stuff?”
What could Ange do? Hadn’t you seen him nodding like a pecking chicken?
When Negris heard this, he knew it was over. If planting crops comes up, even if the Gods of Light manifested, Ange could knock them back down.
And so, the matter was happily decided. First, participate in the seed competition, strive for the championship, and it doesn’t matter if they don’t get it, even runner-up or third place would do.
Don’t look at the champion crops of the seed competition that already had a yield of over a thousand jin per mu, but the ones currently grown by farmers commonly yielded less than five hundred jin per mu.
Hence, as long as the yield reaches seven or eight hundred jin, with free provision and church backing, there will definitely be many people willing to plant.
Ange already had several hundred pounds of salty water rice and over a thousand pounds of magic rice in the Simulated Magic Formation. Regardless of whether he won at the Grain Seed Grand Prix or not, his grain would attract a crowd.
Then, they could lease all the unowned land in the Western District to Ange, and even the owned lands were negotiable.
As long as they were willing to grow new crops, Ange could sow the seeds and stimulate growth, afterwards the original owners would manage it.
The food from Light Sea Plane and Fallen Dragon Lake was farmed similarly.
After discussing it, Negris began to feel confused: “Wait, what’s in it for Ange? He provides the seeds and labor, what do we get out of this?”
All grains will be bought by the Silver Light Mercantile Company and it will have the exclusive distribution rights.” Anthony replied.
“Kvada, what good does that do?” Negris grumbled.
Anthony, a little helpless, explained: “Lord Nage, have you never had a businessman as a believer? You could ask Silver Coin, he can tell you the benefits of exclusive distribution rights.”
Negris blushed embarrassedly: “Merchants are too cunning, even if they want to be my followers, I don’t want them.”
To avoid being fooled by Anthony, Negris contacted Silver Coin. Hearing about exclusive rights on food distribution, Silver Coin immediately exclaimed: “We’re going to make a fortune!”
Negris asked puzzledly: “How are we supposed to get rich?”
Silver Coin spent a large amount of time educating Negris about the importance of exclusive rights and the strategic value and destructive power of food reserves.
“By having a monopoly on an essential and non-replaceable product like food, we control the food supply of the entire plane. We could easily make several times the profit on food alone. This and that, and then this and that, then lie back and watch the money roll in.”
Negris was bewildered. Even the God of Knowledge himself was confused by this vast amount of information.
In the end, Silver Coin repeated insistently: “We must secure the exclusive distributorship of the food. The harvest in the Land of Fallen is abundant. Using it, we can make a fortune off Harvey and the Great Sage first.”
“They don’t have any money, what can you earn off them?” Negris asked skeptically.
“Soul Crystals! They’ve been saving them up for over a thousand years of war, but they have nowhere to spend them. I’m really worried about them.” Silver Coin replied.
Negris rolled his eyes: “I think you’re just upset that you have money to make but can’t get to it.”
Cutting the communication, Negris reluctantly agreed. Even without any potential profits, he would have still consented. After all, faith is the ultimate reward.
To strengthen the Planting God Statue, they needed to do it even without any gain. He had no idea what Silver Coin could do with the exclusive distribution, but the several times profit from grain prices was definitely worth more than the grain itself.
“Let’s go, first we return to the Fallen Dragon Lake to check on the competition grains’ growth status. The Grain Seed Grand Prix is in a few days, we need to get ready.” Negris urged everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure peeked in from outside the door. This figure wore Black Angel Armor, every part of his body was covered, even his face was hidden.
In the Church of Light, there was only one person who would dress like this.
Negris yelled irritatedly: “What are you sneaking around for? What scent have you caught now? There’s no stranger here.”
The figure in Black Angel Armor, dragging a sackcloth bag, trotted over to Ange. Once he reached Ange, he got nervously lifted his face shield revealing Shamara’s face: “Greetings Lord, Greetings Lord Anthony.”
For some reason, Ange suddenly felt like patting her on the head. So he lifted his hand and patted her on the head.
Afterwards, a holy glow appeared around Shamara’s head.
Shamara froze, once she realized what had happened, her eyes welled up with tears: “Pure Light! My Lord, you have bestowed it upon me? Pure Light!”