These sweet potatoes were all brought by him from the real world, and they belong to high-yield hybrid sweet potatoes, and under normal circumstances, the yield should be about six thousand catties.

And this Journey to the West world, how to say it, is also a world with aura, and it stands to reason that the output can only be higher, not lower.

I thought about it.

Xuan Qing opened his mouth again and asked:

"Poor and ask you, is there any difference between land with a yield of 2,000 jin per mu and 8,000 jin per mu in addition to the fertility and barrenness of the land?"

As soon as this statement came out.

White Snake Lang Jun pondered slightly.

He really hadn't thought about it, not that he didn't care, but there were too many things on weekdays, and the entire yamen of Black Wind Town was running and maintaining, and he had to find time to cultivate.

"If you want to talk about the difference, the place close to Heifeng Town, the yield will be higher, of which the yield of 8,000 catties per mu is the piece of land closest to the town."

"And those with low yields, most of them are villages, and the farther away from the town, the lower the yield!"

The closer you are to the town, the higher the yield, and the further away from the town, the lower the yield?

Hear that.

Xuan Qing's heart moved, and a guess sprung up in his mind.

The difference between Blackwind and those villages is not the fertility of the land, but the presence of a land god.

Be aware.

This is a world with the power of gods, and although the land gods are not immortals, they can do a lot of things.

Its main authority is to sort out the leylines.

The mind is on this.

Xuanqing immediately sacrificed the immortal official card, and dialed the introduction of the land of the god Black Wind Town, and asked him to come to the courtyard.

After a while.

The land gods of Blackwind arrived.

"The little god sees the master, and I have seen Lord Qingxu!"

"Poor Dao just asked about the yield per mu of Qingxu grain, and found out" Xuanqing said what happened just now, and then asked him:

"Do you know what is the reason for such a big difference in yield?"

Hear the words.

The land god was slightly stunned, and then explained: "Master Qiyu, the land near Black Wind Town has a high yield per mu because the little god will regularly sort out the earth veins and perform the Five Grains Harvest Divine Technique!" ”

"And the little god's divine power is low, and the scope of the territory is also limited, so the farther away from Black Wind Town, the less production will be."

Really.

Xuanqing knew it in his heart.

As he guessed, the level of production had something to do with the god of the land.

The land gods of this world have two of the most representative general spells, which are automatically mastered by each land god.

They are: abundant harvest of five grains and prosperity of six livestock!

The former improves agricultural yields, and the latter protects the health of the poultry raised by the people, both of which are very down-to-earth and have a close relationship with people's livelihood.

Such and such.

Xuanqing had a plan in his heart.

If he wants to develop Black Wind Town, he must need more people, and if he wants to feed more people, the most basic thing is to ensure that there is enough food.

"Qingxu, you go and collect the souls of the good people's deaths, how many of them. Eight hundred! ”

Xuan Qing commanded in a condensed voice.

If he wants to make it bigger, his eyes are not limited to a small town of Black Wind.

That's right.

He wanted to enshrine eight hundred land gods at one time, first expand the entire range, and then find a way to recruit people from the neighboring Uszang Empire and the Xifanhami Empire.

Eight hundred good souls at the end of their lives is not a small number.

With the size of Black Wind Town, it is impossible to make up such a large number of life-ending good souls.

White Snake Langjun first asked the land god of Black Wind Town to find out the local good spirits, while he searched farther away.

A village in the hinterland of Zephan Hami.

The location of the last good soul.

"Whew~"

"Thank you to the land god of Mangcun, this person's soul will be taken away!"

Qingxu bowed slightly, and the dust in his hand trembled, hooking the ghost of an old man.

"Qingxu Dao Elder doesn't have to be polite, the little god is only acting on the orders of the master!" Mangcun Land Kagura arched his hand and returned the salute.

"Mention the poor road and thank the old man, these eight hundred are all together, and the poor road will also go back to pay the errand!"

Between words.

The white snake Langjun stepped on the breeze, and the whole person rose into the sky and flew in the direction of the Black Wind Mountain.

It's just two days.

He traveled all over the country of Zephan Hami, and he made up enough of the 800 good souls arranged by the master.

The reason it's so fast.

I have to mention the immortal ascension banquet, the entire Xifan Hami, Wusi and Tibet, most of the surviving mountain gods and land gods, but they all came to participate, and enjoyed ginseng fruit porridge and tea at the banquet.

It is the so-called short hands and soft mouths.

Those who have enjoyed the benefits, when they learned that the Xuanqing Dao people were searching for the good soul at the end of their lives, they all made their efforts!

Therefore, in just two days, he was able to gather enough 800 good souls at the end of his life.

Black Wind Mountain.

In the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

The White Snake Langjun was holding a locust tree in his hand, and there were all kinds of souls hanging on the tree, including old people, young people, and women, who were the good souls who had been searched for for the end of their eight hundred lives.

"Master Qiyu, the good soul of the eight hundred years of life has been brought!"

"Okay, well done!"

Xuan Qing smiled slightly and encouraged.

Among so many of his subordinates, if you want to talk about the ability to do things, it should be the White Snake Langjun who is the most.

"Go and prepare the altar for use, and the poor Dao will enshrine these eight hundred good souls as the land gods of Black Wind Town at one time!"

"Yes, sir!"

The white snake Langjun carefully put down the locust tree, and then rose to the sky, ready to open the altar for sacrifice.

This is a locust tree about six or seven meters high, and there are dense spirits hanging on it, which looks a little infiltrating.

"It is said that each other is born from the heart, and it is worthy of the soul of the end of life, and all of them are kind and kind-eyed!"

Look at the many spirits hanging from the locust tree.

Xuanqing's heart was full of admiration.

As the saying goes, people with ugly faces are not necessarily evil, but the vast majority of good people have kind faces and look very comfortable.

Soon.

The White Snake Langjun prepared the sacrificial degree.

Behind him, he also came to see the lively black bear spirit, land god, and water god... Wait for the whole of them.

After dividing the altar by two, the crowd set up the altar and stepped aside, their eyes shining with anticipation.

Sealing eight hundred land gods at one time is probably the first time in the entire Three Realms, but you can't miss it.

"Master, it's ready."

"Good!"

Xuanqing bowed slightly and came to the altar.

The mind moved.

A blue-glowing token that had the same origin as the Xianguan Banner but was not the same as the Immortal Guan Banner flew out.

This is a token given by Emperor Donghua, and the edict can go directly to the Central Secretariat of the Heavenly Court's Household Registration Department and the Commander's Mansion.

"Poor Dao Xuanqing, Taiji Left Palace, Immortal Official, Shangqing Division, Signing Thunder and Thunder, feeling the suffering of the people in the land of the Black Wind, and the chaos of the earth's veins."

Just when Xuanqing was on the Black Wind Mountain, he wanted to save trouble and seal the eight hundred land gods at one time.

The other side.

The Heavenly Court's household registration office is the center of the Command Mansion.

An immortal official wearing a black gauze hat and a robe held a copy of the edict in his hand, and the expression on his face was extremely entangled.

"This"

(End of chapter)