On the ground, countless flame patterns began to rotate, with golden and red flames surging and blooming before everyone's eyes!
The dazzling flame flower, with its mesmerizing glow, caused the patterns rooted in the ground to spread instantly as soon as it bloomed, sweeping across the entire northern planting area and leaving everyone utterly astonished.
The horse that had curiously bitten off a flaming flower was now engulfed in flames, its hooves hopping about joyfully.
"What! An enemy attack?! Lord Mike is dead?!"
"Holy crap, Mike's on fire right now!"
"Get the hell out of here! Can't you speak properly?!"
"Water! Quick, pour water... Wait! Why did you pour the orchid fragrance liquid on it?! What the hell?!"
While everyone was taming the happy horse that had eaten chili peppers and was now dancing wildly, Mike stared at the flame patterns that ran across the road and fell into deep thought.
The lush, deeply rooted Flame Grass draws heat from the patterns on the earth's surface, radiating a glowing light that it releases through light and heat.
With his silver-tier senses being very sharp, Mike could clearly sense a heat rising through the magical runes. The solidified flame grass dispelled the cold, providing remarkable insulation.
The temperature suddenly soared!
"Gurgle!"
Along both sides of the trench, the patterns spread out, and lush flame grass grows, providing the soil with the heat needed for the seeds.
The poured purple orchid fragrance liquid tumbled and gradually solidified into a thin film as the temperature rose, covering the ditch.
"Is this how the Little Fox City Lord grows vegetables?"
"Yes, once the seeds sprout, we can build greenhouses to protect against frost, and then we can grow vegetables in winter."
"Wait... it's sprouting?"
Mike caught a word and said with a strange expression.
"Yes, according to calculations by one of our part-time fortune tellers, seeds buried underground, kept warm by the mulch film and able to withstand the last frost, will germinate in ten days... Um, didn't you sow the seeds in the ditches beforehand?"
The alchemist first explained in a serious tone, then, seeing Mike's frozen expression, exclaimed in shock.
He gave Mike a strange look, which gave the latter a bad feeling.
"Why are you pouring the film solution if you're not going to sow the seeds? And you even notified the Little Fox City Lord? Are you kidding me?!"
"Ahem, let me report to Lord Little Fox City. I was wrong and will reflect on my mistakes. Please rest assured."
"Neigh!" (A cheerful neighing of a horse)
"Fuck you!" (An annoyed Mike slaps the horse across the face, sending it spiraling upwards 1080 degrees, landing face-first on the ground, breaking its leg and convulsing. The horse spews out a curse, drawing cheers from its subordinates.)
Alchemist: "..."
That's outrageous!
...
The cemetery, with its cultivated ditches covered by a layer of white-purple mulch, has undergone a new phase of treatment, with the sides pressed in to prevent it from being blown away by the cold wind.
Fireworks danced, accompanied by the spread of magical patterns, and lush fire grass grew in the cemetery, providing heat to the soil beneath the mulch.
"Phew, finally finished!"
A dark-skinned figure, carrying a shovel, looked at the prepared potato planting area with a slight satisfaction.
Among the four major planting areas, the north and west grow cabbage (cabbage seeds are the most abundant), while the South City Manor, which has a rich variety of varieties, is more like a mixed stew, planting whatever is available, such as carrots, mushrooms, and green vegetables. The seeds are voluntarily handed over by each household, as no one wants to eat cabbage all winter long.
As for the cemetery covered with a layer of ash (the ashes of the meat sent and the ash of the plants), Xiao Han regarded it as an important grain-producing area. With the yield-increasing effect of the mulch film technology, coupled with the prayers of a group of magicians, it would surely produce the richest and most abundant grain.
After all, buried in the ground are the ashes of Titan City's ancestors. Over hundreds of years, the soil has become fertile, so even small chili peppers can grow into fiery red chili peppers!
Doing this is incredibly despicable...
Xiao Han had always opposed planting crops on other people's graves, but with the arrival of winter and the risk of food shortages that would starve future generations, he figured it was better to let the deceased ancestors contribute their last bit of light to benefit future generations.
Grow the best grains, then serve them on the table, so that your children and grandchildren can eat them and feel the warmth of a large family connected by blood.
In short, Xiao Han cloaked his actions in a veneer of humanitarianism. Under pressure from the Little Fox's domineering nature, the cabinet members outwardly expressed their deep appreciation for the Little Fox City Lord's righteousness, but in private, they turned around and filed a report!
hehe……
Lord City Lord is right, whatever makes you happy.
Therefore, half of the cemetery is planted with cabbage, and the other half with potatoes.
Due to food shortages, only a portion of potatoes could be used for cultivation in the temporary granaries; the majority still had to be used as staple food for daily consumption.
Moreover, the little fox had signed contracts with some villages in the wasteland, providing them with food, though they were a bit far away.
With winter approaching, Titan City, though wealthy, is hampered by the long distance. In the past few days, some of the war chariots that left the city were sent to collect food supplies, but the harvest was meager.
The wasteland is called the wasteland because the land is barren and resources are scarce, making it much more desolate than the chaotic land where Titan City is located.
"Stop work and take a break."
Black Crow waved his hand, then plopped down on the tombstone without a care, munching on a roasted potato to replenish his energy.
The third urban management team behind them also sat down, holding roasted potatoes in their hands, and ate on the spot.
On the ground, flame patterns radiated warmth, and the beautiful flame grass swayed gently, igniting a faint flame and creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
The spread of magical patterns (a secret technique of the Gubang family) has been transformed into heating facilities. If the three giants of the Gubang family knew this from the afterlife, they would be overjoyed, wishing they could climb out of their coffins, excitedly grab the little fox by the neck, and dance around on their own graves.
Oh, I almost forgot, the three giants' remains have vanished without a trace, and even their savings for their coffins were taken by the little fox. What a pity...
The excavated trenches were covered with plastic film, which nurtured life inside, and the seeds quickly took root and sprouted.
"Can vegetables really be grown using the method of the little fox?"
"Nonsense! The radiance of the Little Fox God shines upon us, and these seeds, blessed by the gods, will ripen within a month!"
"A month? Are you fucking underestimating the Little Fox God! Three days is enough! I bet the potato will grow as big as a pumpkin!"
"Uh, that's an exaggeration. I think people could live in a cabbage!"
As the group chatted, they were deeply impressed by the greatness of the little fox city lord, whose blind confidence left Black Crow speechless.
Suddenly, his expression hardened, and he looked up at the sky, his pupils reflecting a dazzling flame!
"Huff!"
A scorching aura tore through the void, and the phantom of the temple, wreathed in golden flames and trailing a terrifying tail of fire, hurtled precisely toward the ruins of the Divine Court like an intercontinental ballistic missile!
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