Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Not only did Dobinki fail to foresee this, but many spectators present were also caught off guard.

After hours of competition, some people couldn’t hold it any longer, thinking it was all over. They had left their seats, trying to grab the best viewing spots. Thunder’s announcement left them with a tough choice.

Should they hold it in and keep watching or keep watching while holding it in their pants?

The option to go and finish up before coming back to watch was rarely contemplated, because the toilets were too far away. By the time they came back, the contest would definitely be over.

The Crops Contest always saved the most exciting part for last. Missing this spectacular moment because of a toilet break? Having hustled anxiously for this thrilling moment, would they really miss it in the toilet?

Experienced spectators had planned ahead with bottles; inexperienced ones were facing a tough decision.

Thunder didn’t care about all these issues. He continued broadcasting: “The Salted Fish Team planted Saline Demon Rice, a remarkable strain. It shares a deep connection with our Crops Contest. It originated from the Magic Rice cultivated by the Spring Breeze Druid!”

Boom! The whole venue was hit by a wave of noise. The surprise was so sudden that it created an explosive effect.

Spring Breeze Druid, the Crops Contest was named after him, but there had not been any news about him for many years.

Especially two years ago, when the crop yield record held by the Spring Breeze Druid was broken, smashing the thousand-jin barrier too, people missed him even more.

Everyone believed that if the Spring Breeze Druid participated in the contest, he would certainly break the thousand-jin barrier. Perhaps he was just disappointed by the lack of competition in the Crops Contest, and that’s why he chose not to participate.

Now that the Spring Breeze Druid’s record has been broken, everyone was hoping that he could return this year with a higher-yielding crop.

However, it was not the Spring Breeze Druid who showed up, but a never-heard-before team, the Salted Fish Team. And the Saline Demon Rice they brought was actually descended from the Spring Breeze Druid?

Outsiders enjoy the spectacle, while insiders seek the truth. The name ‘Saline Demon Rice’ clearly indicated its many secrets.

What does Saline mean?

Luckily, Thunder didn’t keep the audience waiting for long. He promptly explained, “As the name Saline Demon Rice suggests, it can adapt to saline environments. It can be cultivated in saline-alkali land or in saline wetlands. Its appearance holds epoch-making significance. Starting from today, salt-alkali land will no longer be cursed land.”

“Wow!”

“All seaside wetlands, inland salt lakes, islands, and other places can introduce Saline Demon Rice. According to incomplete statistics, the worldwide saline-alkali environment unsuitable for cultivation occupies one-fifth of the total arable land area. If Saline Demon Rice is promoted, the world will gain an extra one-fifth of arable land overnight, which could feed hundreds of millions more people.”

“Wow!”

“This is a groundbreaking rice strain, one that can make the Crops Contest change its rules, one that can establish a brand new agricultural system. However…”Thunder paused at this point.

Was he deliberately trying to keep everyone in suspense? The audience immediately broke into uproar.

Seeing that he had everyone’s attention, Thunder continued: “But, for the sake of fairness, we won’t change the rules of this year’s Crops Contest. We’ll continue to determine the champion by yield per acre.”

All the contestants on the stand and in the box, including Dobinki, had a change of expression. The rules of this year’s Crops Contest remained unchanged, yet the Salted Fish Team was still left for last. Could it be that they had a yield higher than his 1,400 jins?

Dobinki no longer had the mood to pay attention to that beautiful elf lady. He didn’t notice that she no longer leaned on the railing. Instead, she had flipped over, transformed into an owl, and took flight towards the contestant area.

Ange noticed her before she could get close. After a glance, he realized he knew her and decided not to bother her.

On seeing this, the owl quickly landed and using small steps, snuck over to Aestolia, climbing onto her shoulder.

Aestolia said: “Once they said Elf Team I knew it was you, did you come by yourself?”

The owl quietly replied, “The Demon Bow Siblings accompanied me. It’s too incredible. I brought out the Elf Rice, but didn’t expect that I wouldn’t even make it into the top two.”

“If a team could enter multiple types of crops, you might not even make the top five,” Aestolia added insult to injury.

The owl’s beak hung open, unable to close for a long time. Did Aestolia just imply that she’s seen at least five kinds of crops that yield over 1,020 pounds per acre?

For a druid, it was a devastating blow to learn there were five kinds of bountiful crops they had never grown before.

“Why don’t you change back? Isn’t it uncomfortable in your owl form?” Noting that Kael’danil showed no intention of transforming back, Aestolia asked with confusion.

Kael’danil leaned in closer, whispering, “I’m afraid I’ll be shooed away.”

Considering past disagreements, Kael’danil was hesitant to freely roam around Ange and the others, fearing he might remind them of the previous incidents.

“No need to be afraid. Ange is not that petty. As long as you don’t torch his fields and crops, he usually won’t bother with you,” Aestolia reassured quietly.

Kael’danil’s beak dropped open again. Had Aestolia, renowned for her arrogance, just referred to Ange as ‘Sir’? And done so with such closeness?

“Change already, your feathers are tickling me,” Aestolia pressured, with no attention to Kael’danil’s surprise.

“Oh.” Sliding down off Aestolia’s shoulder, Kael’danil transformed back into a curvaceous elf beauty by the time she hit the ground.

Lisa, in the front seat, turned around to greet, “Kael’danil, long time no see.”

“Oh, Lisa, it has been a while, you’ve become more beautiful,” exclaimed Kael’danil surprisingly.

With that, Lisa was completely flattered. Half-laughing and half-giggling, her hair seemed to split open, “No way, you’ve become more beautiful too, must be the brightening lotion. Let me tell you about this brightening cream…”

Before long, Kael’danil was sitting with Lisa, whispering about god knows what.

Now it was Aestolia’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Was Kael’danil so adept at socializing? In all this time, Lisa had never been so friendly with her.

The images on the Simulated Magic Formation had reached their end, but Thunder’s voice suddenly saddened, “Saline Demon Rice was a lifelong dream of Spring Breeze Druid Loui. To fulfil this dream, he traversed mountains and rivers, measured every inch of the land with his feet, tried to find suitable hybrid plants. Unfortunately, he was unable to fulfil this aspiration, and he passed away on the path to tracking demon rice.”

“What? Spring Breeze Druid passed away?”

“No way? My God, how did this happen?”

“Impossible, it’s fake, it’s fake.”

The place suddenly went into an uproar, everyone was shocked by the news and were having a hard time accepting it.

“Today, the Salted Fish Team brings us a new cross-bred Saline Demon Rice, mothered by Demon Rice. It not only fulfills the lifelong aspiration of Spring Breeze Druid but also breaks the record for crop yield. Please observe this bar graph,” said Thunder.

As he spoke, the simulated data was complete, and a new bar towered over the others in the Magic Formation. On top of this bar was an eye-catching number: 1,512 pounds per acre.

“A new high-yielding crop has appeared. It’s the Saline Demon Rice brought to us by the Salted Fish Team. Now, I announce that the winner of this year’s Crop Contest is the Salted Fish Team!”

With Thunder’s roar, an object releasing a constant electrical radiance suddenly erupted into the field, emitting an incredibly dazzling light effect.

“I object!” A louder voice echoed through the entire field, overshadowing even the dazzling light show, “I challenge the result. I, Dobinki, propose a simulated duel!”

Kvada! Kvada! A simulated duel? A duel that hasn’t taken place in years? My God, how exciting! How dramatic! To witness a legendary simulated duel?

The whole venue broke into clamor once again. The audience, who had held their excitement for a long time, faced another difficult choice—to hold it in and keep watching or let it loose in their pockets as they continued watching?

PS: Hey, it’s sunrise. The sun’s sure been slacking off.

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