Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 281: 185 Falling in the Windy Plane_1

Translator: 549690339

No, it’s not. Instead, it was the original stocks that grew. After Ange slept for half a year and woke up, he found that not many sprouts had grown from the Elf Beans, but their growth habits were clearly recorded. As a result, he began to speed up their life cycles, forcibly accelerating the Elf Beans to their first productive period.

He now had 500 Elf Beans in his hands. However, after these beans had sprouted, the main stem of the Elf Beans withered. Although it hadn’t completely died, it was barely alive. Without figuring out the cause, he couldn’t accelerate them to their second productive period.

“What? So much effort and only 500 Elf Beans have grown? And you feed them to a cat?!” Negris was heartbroken.

A cat? Ange tilted his head in confusion, as did Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Little Sapling.

“What else could it be? Isn’t this a cat? And it’s a greedy cat. Even if it’s an Evil God, it’s a greedy cat Evil God.” Negris grumpily pointed at the fluffy little paw.

The small paw reached around for a while, getting impatient when it got nothing. It flipped to show its palm upward, its fingers wriggling non-stop.

“Don’t feed it to the cat anymore. It’s a waste. Let them seed. Even if only 500 beans are harvested, the quantity will make a difference. Maybe you’ll be able to find a way to boost production?” Negris suggested.

Ange tilted his head in confusion, “The Elf said, beans can’t be used as seeds, but seeds could.”

Negris snorted, “Don’t listen to their nonsense. The beans they sell are all boiled so, of course, they can’t be used as seeds. Seeds are just unboiled beans. How do you think they come to be? They beget from the Elf Beans. Unlike your No. 3 Magic Rice, which needs the blessing of Little Sapling in order to grow.”

“Oh.” Ange understood. He turned his head again to look at the small paw of the Evil God and pointed, “Look.”

On the little paw of the Evil God were displayed two small things, one resembling a seed and the other resembling a bean.

It turned out when it was talking to Ange, the little paw couldn’t catch the beans, so it shrank back. When re-extended, there were two more of these items on its hand.

“Er, what does that mean? You want to exchange? Hey, can you hear me? Do you mean you want to exchange?” Negris froze, and despite pointing at the paw, got no response.

Ange picked up the items from the paw of the Evil God and placed another Elf Bean on it. The little paw grabbed it and shot back.

Negris came over to look. One of the items was indeed a seed, while the other resembled a bean and even had the fragrance of one.

Negris felt deceived. The other party took an unknown object and a regular bean and exchanged them for an Elf Bean?

“How did you find this creature?” Negris asked.

Ange pointed at the hand of the statue. It was an ugly statue, poorly crafted and extremely abstract. It barely resembled a figure with a wide-open mouth, both hands open palm-upward before it.

When Ange placed an Elf Bean on the statue’s hand, a fluffy paw immediately stretched out and grasped the Elf Bean, whisking it away.

The paw reappeared, open, but without the Elf Bean.

Negris tentatively picked up a small stone and placed it on the paw.

The small paw felt it, immediately discarded it, and threw it back, hitting Negris in the face.

“Oh, you’re picky, huh?” Negris changed to a gold coin, still rejected. He tried a Demon Crystal, still rejected. In the end, he even tried a bit of his own scale, but was still rejected.

Little Angel moved a little and pushed Negris aside, then plucked a feather from his own wing.

The little paw immediately retracted, whisking it away.

Little Angel raised his little head to look at Negris with a proud and arrogant expression.

Negris was mad on the spot. What did this differential treatment mean? Was his dragon scale not as good as an angel feather?

“You come out and explain.” Negris slapped his claw on the palm of the statue. With a swoosh, the little paw shot out like lightning and applied pressure on his paw.

Negris, startled, quickly withdrew his claw from fear of being pulled in. But he was a little relieved that at least his claw was still appreciated.

The fluffy little paw pawed a few times, unable to find anything, and shrunk back. When it came out again, it had two more beans.

“You give me two beans for an angel feather! Are you a swindler? Do you know how expensive an angel feather is!?” Negris scolded and then thought of a potentially profitable idea, “Yeah, why not pluck all your feathers out, sell them, and then let Ange heal you. Infinite production… Hey, don’t hit me, don’t scale me…”

Little Angel didn’t understand the meaning of Negris, but he understood ‘pluck all your feathers out’. With a cry, he and Little Zombie pounced on Negris and gave him a beating.

Bruised and battered, he turned around to see the three little ones clustered around the statue again, teasing the cat with Elf Beans.

“You guys can play for a while, but don’t waste all the Elf Beans. Also, how do we deal with these?” Negris sighed in frustration, holding a seed and three beans that had been traded by the Evil God’s paw.

“Huh, are these new beans? I haven’t seen them before. How do they taste?” Luther’s voice came from behind. A hand stretched over and weighed one of the beans in Negris’ hand.