Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1030

Chapter 1030: Chapter 599: Friend, Lend Me Some Leaves Chapter 1030: Chapter 599: Friend, Lend Me Some Leaves Countess Rebinya led Drov, the most formidable farmer of Deloge City and a high-level Magic Earth Wizard, along the newly built rammed earth road, passing through Iron Sand City and Rapids Fortress, and crossing a steel-structured bridge. After taking a sharp turn, they finally arrived outside Northern Wind City.

The sights along the way left Countess Rebinya dumbfounded, “Has it changed this much? Why is Northern Wind City developing so well? Isn’t this supposed to be a desert? Why are there so many trees?”

Drov was also surprised, “Looking at this soil, trees shouldn’t even be growing here. What type of tree is this? A date tree? And what about that one? Also a date tree? Why haven’t I seen this variety before? Is it a new variety?”

As a high-level magician and also a druid, Drov was a seasoned farmer and the most capable one in Deloge City.

His name alone indicated his deep connection with Deloge City, so he usually carried an air of arrogance, looking down upon ordinary farmers or druids.

Had it not been for Countess Rebinya’s repeated emphasis on participating in the Crop Variety Contest to showcase his impressive farming skills to the ‘hicks’ of Northern Wind City, he would have absolutely been too lazy to bother attending the Crop Variety Contest in the Northern Wind Desert.

One could easily guess that in such a barren wilderness as Northern Wind City, it would be unlikely to find any high-yield crop variety. Being able to grow anything at all would be an achievement.

To his surprise, before even entering the territory of Northern Wind City, he felt that something was amiss. Northern Wind City was not the desolate place he had imagined. Everywhere, there were unfamiliar new plant varieties, like these unknown date trees lining the road.

There were even date trees he didn’t recognize?

What puzzled him was that despite the passersby on the road, the tender green dates still hung heavily on the trees, a sight that was quite unbelievable.

After all, in a world where famine was widespread, not only green dates but even leaves, bark, and roots would rarely remain in their original place. Could it be that Northern Wind City doesn’t lack food supplies?

Yet even if they didn’t lack food, there should still be poor people around, right? Yet no one seemed to pick the dates from these roadside trees. Could it be that the people in Northern Wind City were of high moral fiber?

This nagging question lingered in his mind until he encountered a farmer resting under the trees. Unable to hold back any longer, he stepped down from the carriage to ask.

The farmer looked at him with a simple smile and said, “You must have traveled from far away. Do you know the God of Farming?”

“God of Farming? A druid?” Drov raised an eyebrow and spoke discontentedly.

Farming was a matter of knowledge and experience, and he loathed linking it with all sorts of mythical nonsense. Those who constantly sought divine intervention were usually poor farmers, placing their hopes on the benevolence of gods rather than their own efforts.

Take, for example, the recent typhoon that was dispelled by the wizards and magicians of the Undead Empire and Sorcerer Alliance. Many farmers considered it a divine miracle, a blessing from some god, and Drov detested this kind of mindset.

However, sensing Drov’s disapproval, the farmer simply smiled, said something softly to the date tree, and then swiftly climbed up, picking two green dates.

He put one in his mouth and crunched into it, clearly finding the green dates extraordinarily crisp.

Juice squirted from the split skin, misting slightly, clearly indicating that the green dates were very juicy.

A satisfied smile spread across the farmer’s face, clearly showing the sweetness of these green dates.

Drov involuntarily swallowed his saliva, looking up at the green dates on the tree. If not for the restraint expected of a magician, he might have used magic to knock down the fruits.

The farmer wasn’t trying to tantalize him on purpose; there were just some special reasons why the farmer had to demonstrate first, as he had been heavily blamed by those who suffered previously.

After eating half the green date, the farmer then asked, “So, guest, do you know the God of Life, the Harvest Goddess? You don’t know them?”

At this point, Countess Rebinya popped her head out from the carriage and said, “I know the Harvest Goddess.”

Relieved, the farmer quickly asked, “Then would you say, ‘May you have bountiful harvests, full barns, and successive years of plenty’?”

Curious about what the farmer intended, Countess Rebinya hurriedly obliged.

After she finished speaking, the farmer handed her another green date and climbed back up the tree to pick another one.

Countess Rebinya took a bite of the green date, and her eyes lit up.

After a morning of travel, feeling tired, hungry, and thirsty, suddenly tasting a sweet, crisp, and juicy green date made her feel refreshed, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, “So sweet.”

“Sweet, isn’t it? May the Harvest Goddess bless you with the sweetest fruits,” the farmer said with a sincere smile.

Drov began to understand and frowned, asking, “So, because I’m not a follower of the Harvest Goddess, I can’t eat these green dates?”

The farmer hurriedly waved his hands, “No, no, you can eat. Here, have one.”

He handed Drov the freshly picked green date, saying, “Although you are not a follower of the God of Farming, the God of Life, or the Harvest Goddess, you can still eat. Anyone can eat, it’s just that…”
Before the farmer could finish, Drov bit into the green date, but the bland, sticky, and mushy taste made him involuntarily spit it out, “Pah! What is this? It’s awful!”