Hei Lie looked at his own hands and frowned slightly. This conclusion was both novel and unbelievable for the two of them.
“I still don’t have full control over my power,” Hei Lie said, frustrated.
Being unable to control one’s own strength was extremely discouraging for a warrior.
“It probably doesn’t have much to do with you,” Yang Yi shook his head. “I think it’s the result of multiple factors combined.”
His background was unusual, and his physical constitution was far below that of the people here.
Since the Transmigrator god gave him such a task, along with such a huge golden finger, it was only natural that they didn’t want him to lose his life easily.
Even if he didn’t become a superhuman warrior, he was at least on par with ordinary people.
So it was possible that the Transmigrator god wasn’t entirely cold and merciless, leaving room for him to evolve.
On top of that, he had signed a symbiotic contract with Hei Lie, creating a subtle chemical reaction.
Hei Lie himself, in this world, was also a particularly unique existence.
His strength was clearly much greater than that of others. He could transfer his power to other objects to achieve even greater effects.
Judging from the attitude of the Western Continent caravan toward Hei Lie before, it was clear that in the more developed Western Continent, Hei Lie was also an absolute powerhouse.
This also meant that Yang Yi was currently the only person who could be enhanced by Hei Lie in this way.
Hei Lie pondered for a long moment before speaking:
“Ultimately, it’s still because I don’t fully understand my own power.”
Yang Yi wanted to say something more, but Hei Lie’s slightly furrowed brows relaxed, a spark of excitement in his eyes:
“You’ve given me a new idea. I think this is an opportunity.”
Hei Lie’s power had already reached the peak of level four, yet he had never been able to break through. He had been actively seeking ways to become stronger, but progress had been minimal.
Yang Yi looked on curiously.
“I think my breakthrough point isn’t just in increasing my own power. It’s more about mastering the transfer of power.”
Hei Lie stood up and paced back and forth in the room, thinking carefully.
“Previously, my control over power was mostly about controlling my innate talents. For example, increasing the distance of spatial jumps or improving precision. Now, I might need to approach it from a different perspective.”
Yang Yi didn’t understand. “The power transfer you’re talking about is giving your power to tools to make them more effective? Haven’t you always been doing that?”
“Tools can do it, so why not humans?” Hei Lie’s gaze burned intensely.
Yang Yi pressed his lips together. “That’s a very bold idea.”
“Whether a warrior or an ordinary person, everyone has potential. I can’t directly give someone power, but maybe I can awaken it, or, you could say, stimulate it?”
The more Hei Lie thought, the more excited he became, his muscles tensing.
He wasn’t just a warrior. He was a leader. While he hoped to become stronger himself, he also wanted his subordinate warriors and tribe members to grow more powerful.
“You can try cultivating in this direction. I’m willing to be your test subject. I don’t think there’s anyone more suitable than me right now,” Yang Yi said, speaking with exceptional sincerity.
He was a unique existence. No one else could achieve this effect. But if Hei Lie could grasp the underlying rules through him, the method could then be applied repeatedly.
Even if the effect wasn’t so obvious, it would still have a very positive impact on improving overall combat strength.
Hei Lie extended his fist. “We are forever the closest of partners.”
Yang Yi mirrored him, raising his fist as well, and the two fists met in midair.
“Whether I can become stronger now depends on you.”
“I will do my utmost and live up to your expectations.”
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“How many more days until it’s all harvested?”
Yang Yi arrived at the edge of the rice fields. The once-lush paddies now had more than half reduced to nothing but severed stubs.
Everyone was bent over, working the ground with sickles, harvesting efficiently. Soon, a small section of the field had already been cleared.
Some children were holding small bamboo baskets, bending to pick up rice or wheat grains that had fallen to the ground. Some people worked while singing loudly. Their high, soaring voices carried across the land, filling the air with the joy of harvest. The entire scene of abundance was laid bare before their eyes.
Qing looked utterly exhausted. Throughout the entire harvest season, she had been the one most worried.
She had worked so hard for so long, waiting for this very moment.
Because time was tight, she was responsible for organizing the daily work.
Every day, she moved between the fields, deciding which areas had to be harvested quickly and which could be done a little more slowly.
At night, she would still have to make arrangements and plans for the next planting. She was spinning around like a top with all the busyness, yet she remained remarkably energetic, her eyes shining brightly.
“We’ll finish harvesting everything before the heavy rain hits the day after tomorrow.”
During this period, Qing had been constantly on edge, feeling both excited and worried about the approaching downpour.
She was excited because the rain would provide sufficient water for the next planting, but worried because it meant they had to work overtime to finish harvesting now. Otherwise, the rice would be beaten to the ground by the rain and wasted.
Fortunately, they had been pushing themselves before, so they were finally able to harvest everything before the storm arrived.
A bountiful harvest was always extremely busy. The entire tribe operated as if at war.
Now, as it neared the end, that sense of urgency had finally eased a little.
At present, throughout the tribe, every flattened patch of land was laid out with all sorts of crops for drying.
The warehouses were gradually being filled, bearing witness to this harvest.
“After the harvest, I’ll give you two days off. You’ve worked hard during this time.”
Qing immediately waved her hand upon hearing this. “No time. I still need to prepare for the next planting, otherwise we won’t be able to finish harvesting before winter.”
Yang Yi wanted to say something, but Qing smiled and said, “Divine Envoy, work isn’t a hardship for me. It’s enjoyment.”
“No matter what, you have to take care of your body. Overworking yourself will ruin your health, and then you’ll be even less able to work later.”
Yang Yi worried about this endlessly. While other leaders feared their subordinates might slack off, he was the opposite. He is constantly reminding everyone to rest, afraid that someone might collapse from overwork.
These people were too earnest. Most of them would give twice the effort for the strength they had.
They had never worked at such a high frequency before. Even though Yang Yi kept reminding them, they still didn’t take it very seriously.
“Divine Envoy, don’t worry,” Qing said. Having dealt with Yang Yi often, she knew he was about to start lecturing again, so she quickly cut him off.
“It won’t be as busy from now on. This time, we have experience. We’ve also trained and discovered a lot of talent, which will allow me to let go in many areas.”
Yang Yi didn’t continue nagging. “The next planting tasks will be even heavier. Two to three times more than before. We are laying a solid foundation for winter.”
It was very likely that Ye Huo would bring back a large group of people. They had to prepare for that possibility.
“Divine Envoy, with the experience from before, we can avoid many detours this time and work much more efficiently.”
“Next, we need to focus on fertilization. Previously, we relied mostly on the natural fertility of the soil. If we keep doing that long-term, these lands will soon become unusable.”
“We’ve now mastered the Indore process. We’ve also already stockpiled a good amount of fertilizer, enough for this planting season. I’ve even had the Department of Foreign Affairs negotiate with the Green Python Tribe to secure more fertilizer from them.”
The Indore process is essentially a method of producing humus using animal manure and crop straw—a type of green, organic fertilizer.
Fertilizer is extremely important for crop growth. On Earth, chemical fertilizers are used to boost food production.
Although nowadays, in the name of health and environmental consciousness, many people criticize chemical fertilizers…
For the cattle here, without fertilizer, it isn’t a question of eating well or poorly. It’s a question of whether they can get enough to eat at all.
Yang Yi now wanted to produce chemical fertilizer, but had no way to do so. He could only make use of the organic fertilizers that had been used in China for thousands of years.
“Transport fertilizer from the Green Python Tribe?” Yang Yi was utterly surprised. Her mind was thinking way too fast!
Qing laughed awkwardly. “I heard from the Green Python Tribe that they often worry about how to deal with waste.
In the past, without proper toilets, some people didn’t bury it deep enough. You could accidentally step on it.
Later, they learned from us to build toilets, but the mountains of accumulated waste became another problem. So I generously offered help.”
Although the Green Python Tribe saw that their crops had yielded a great harvest, they still hadn’t changed their own production methods.
They might start planting a few small things, like chili peppers or some vegetables, but it was more like city people growing vegetables on their balconies.
It wasn’t on a large scale, so the amount of fertilizer they needed was very small.
If they were willing to transport some over, all the better.
You can never have too much fertilizer!
Yang Yi hadn’t even thought of doing it this way. Although there was some distance involved, the cost was absolutely worth it.
He couldn’t help but give Qing a thumbs-up. “Well done.”
At this point, Yang Yi could fully entrust the planting work to Qing. She no longer needed his half-baked guidance, though he still didn’t forget to give a reminder:
“From now on, you need to focus on cultivating more talent. The work focus should also shift, putting more energy into developing high-quality seeds.”
The second-generation seeds were clearly not as high-yielding as the first-generation seeds brought out from the space. Their pest resistance and other traits were slightly weaker, but the quality was still reliable.
Yang Yi guessed that these were probably products from the marketplace, more like an invasive species. Yet after adapting, they performed extremely well.
The second-generation seeds were more suited to the local crops. Thus, they entered the local food chain.
It was impossible to rely entirely on marketplace products. They still had to depend on themselves to stabilize yields and other outcomes.
No matter what aspect of a marketplace product, it only provided a convenient foundation for development. Ultimately, everything had to return to the local environment.
Qing, too, calmed down after the joy of the harvest. Everyone else saw a bumper crop, unprecedented abundance.
She, however, saw the potential crisis, the fear brought by the decline in various traits of the second-generation seeds.
It was just that, for a while, her mind had been clouded by joy, and she hadn’t reacted immediately.
“Divine Envoy, I understand. I’ll give myself two days off to rethink and formulate plans for the future.”
Yang Yi smiled and nodded. “Sharpening the axe doesn’t delay the work of chopping firewood. We’ve already accumulated some resources, so we can afford more time for reflection.”
“You’re right. When winter comes, I’ll be holed up in the library and won’t come out!”
Farming wasn’t a year-round, nonstop activity. Once winter arrived, these tasks would decrease significantly.
When Yang Yi was arranging various affairs, he also prioritized learning during the winter.
Learning required a calm mind. Normally, everyone was too busy and couldn’t step away from production, so the efficiency of study was noticeably low.
Thinking of winter, Yang Yi couldn’t help but furrow his brow slightly.
According to the Green Python Tribe, the stability of winter here fluctuated. Sometimes it was relatively mild, but other times it could be extremely cold.
Snow could fall for long periods, covering the entire forests and grasslands, changing the colors of the world.
Whenever such winters occurred, many people could freeze to death.
Even the relatively well-off Green Python Tribe could hardly avoid such tragedies.
If food reserves were insufficient, people could starve to death as well.
And it wasn’t just humans. Winter made it difficult for animals to find food, too.
If the snow lasted too long or accumulated too deeply, making it hard for animals to forage, a beast tide could very likely occur.
