Chapter 55: The Great Benevolence of the Land

  It's just as well; if I were to kill Yun Quan, I would truly be a hero in the eyes of the world!

  A stern look flashed across Qi Sheng's eyes. He said slowly, "I heard that the land is doing well! Now it's also time to use him!"

  Saying that, a satisfied smile appeared. That land god, seems to be even more capable than I imagined! This is for the best, when the time comes, it will be able to help me avenge this unshared hatred!

  Thinking of this, he drew out the precious sword at his waist, shining like water. Indeed it was a precious sword, just suitable for beheading Yuquan!

  At that time, Liu Yi was also thinking about Qi Sheng's affairs and had some regrets in his heart. However, past events, whether right or wrong, do not need to be entangled. More importantly, Liu Yi did not have any room for choice at the time.

  Don't say, the Ruan family has already taken action and directly destroyed their own Taoist temple. Even if Liu Yi didn't accept Qi Sheng's incense at that time, Qi Sheng would have turned against him, and Liu Yi would have ended up in a sorry state!

  He accepted Qi Sheng's incense, and it can be said that he took advantage of the situation. At least this smooth promotion was mainly due to Qi Sheng's vital energy suppressing him!

  Liu Yi would never do something like eating with a bowl in one hand and scolding his mother with the other. Since he had enjoyed the benefits, now that things can't be said, he might as well help Qi Sheng share the burden.

  Thinking of this, Liu Yi suddenly smiled slightly and muttered to himself: "The weather is getting warmer, and Ben Shengjun's plan can also be implemented. I believe that once this plan is out, Ben Shengjun's fortune will be able to stabilize again!"

  He thought about it and called several capable people to the temple. There were three village heads, Wang Dawang's father and son, Yu Shu and other important figures.

  At this time, Zhang Wangshi had already died, and the successor was Zhao Cheng. He also read books, although not many, but he read through them. A little spiritual light can communicate with ghosts and gods.

  Liu Yi's consciousness descended from it, and he saw Zhao Cheng worshiping in front of the gods. When he straightened up, his whole body changed as if he had become another person.

  Everyone immediately became solemn. In their hearts, they knew that Liu Yi had arrived.

  "This time I came, however, is for the matter of spring plowing. I am the mountain god and land deity of Fenglai Mountain, what is a land deity? You all know! It's said that one must rely on the land to cultivate the fields. This year's harvest also falls within my jurisdiction!"

  Everyone who heard it was deeply moved. Yu Shu even thought to himself, no wonder the Land God is not called the She God, but is instead called the Land God. It turns out that there are such duties? In that case, this god's power is even more magnificent.

  Others in their hearts are also about the same, each heart is joyful and shaken. The harvest of the fields is the most important thing, and people cannot help but pay attention to it.

  As soon as they heard Liu Yi say this, everyone's face lit up with joy and they all said: "Whatever the Divine Lord decrees, we will follow your orders!"

  "In spring, one grain of millet is sown; in autumn, ten thousand grains are harvested. Yet the four seas have no idle land, and farmers still die of starvation."

  This poem is simple and easy to understand, even those who have never read a book can understand it after listening, and everyone's heart is touched and feels deeply moved.

  It's indeed the case, no matter how much land you cultivate, once taxes are paid. By the end of the year, not even enough food to fill one's belly. This is still a relatively good harvest season, if there were floods or droughts, then they would have to sell their children.

  Luckily, relying on the mountain to eat from the mountain, these three villages can still hunt to supplement their household expenses. However, hunting is dangerous, and if one is not careful, someone will die. Last December, a young hunter died in the mountains of Shanqian. Thinking about it makes me feel sympathetic for the dead rabbit and worried for the living fox.

  Yu Shu repeatedly recited the poem, and couldn't help but sigh. He thought to himself: Last time I spoke with him, the divine lord pointed out my shortcomings in studying the great Tao. Now it seems that this divine lord is indeed profound and truly immeasurable! With a heart that truly sympathizes with heaven and pities man! No wonder he can comprehend the great Tao of the sage!

  Everyone thought so, and Liu Yi said: "I pity the suffering of the people in the world. I especially asked for the seeds of divine rice. You can try to plant them!"

  As he spoke, countless grains of rice fell from the sky, like a waterfall, quickly piling up to half the size of a room.

  "What is this?" Although he knew that the land god was all-powerful. But at this moment, countless grains of rice fell down, each one with a flower-like eye.

  Wang Da grabbed a handful of rice grains in his hand, seeing that the grains were full and different from the ordinary rice grains of this world. Apart from this, although he couldn't see anything special, but he and his son had the most faith in Liu Yi, shouting: "This is the divine rice grain!"

  "This kind of land in Xianjing can produce about a thousand catties, and even if it's placed in the mortal world, it can still produce seven or eight hundred catties!" Liu Yi said calmly: "And it can be harvested twice a year. The annual yield per mu is around two thousand catties!"

  "Two thousand kilograms!" Everyone was shocked by this statement. Conveniently forgetting the premise that Liu Yi had just mentioned!

  "That's right, just plant according to what I said. One mu of land is two thousand catties!" Liu Yi said through Zhao Cheng's mouth.

  This time, everyone's legs went soft. Even Yu Shu, a guy who had never been down to earth for a day, clearly knew what two thousand catties per mu represented!

  In this world, they all plant chestnuts. The yield per mu of land is only about 100 to 200 kilograms.

  Although paddy rice also has its own varieties, it is too troublesome to plant. The yield per mu is even lower, so when they heard Liu Yi's words, everyone was shocked and didn't know what to do.

  If we can really achieve this yield... doesn't that mean one mu of land can be used as ten mu? From now on, adults and children will never have to worry about not having enough food again. There will even be surplus grain to sell.

  For a moment, everyone's heart was racing. Looking at the rice on the ground, their eyes all turned red. These are not just seeds, they're treasures!

  Originally trampling on the rice seedlings, at this moment they all carefully moved their footsteps, afraid of trampling these rice seedlings again...

  It's easy to say that the rice is ripe and ready to be harvested, but it's not that simple to trample on it. It's just a matter of having a completely different mindset!

  "Lord, this seed really can yield two thousand catties per mu!" asked Lai Fengli, her voice trembling.

  Liu Yi naturally knew the shock in their hearts, but pretended to be displeased and said: "The gods have no joking words!"

  Lai Feng's words were just heard, extremely excited, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes. It was the little old man who spoke wrongly. The little old man is excited..."

  Liu Yi certainly knew this. The agricultural technology level in this world was extremely low, and it was still in a state of extensive farming. One mu of land only had one or two hundred kilograms of yield, and on average, one person needed at least twenty mu of land to make a living and pay taxes. But now, if the yield per mu was really two thousand kilograms, then only two or three mu of land would be enough.

  The remaining tens of thousands of kilograms of grain can be stored by themselves or sold. Doesn't this mean that every household can become a landlord?