Chapter 9: Chapter 9 The Future of Yatun

Translator: 549690339

“Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, is that the name of this treasure?”

Bailuo, “It’s of the Least Tier, miracles also have levels? Then according to this reasoning, there should also be Lower Tier, Middle Tier, Upper Tier, and the like, right.”

“But the Least Tier, the lowest level, huh.”

Bailuo had originally thought that ‘I’m hungry’ was a necessary command.

Now it seemed that this was a condition for the contract; once the contract was complete, it wouldn’t be so troublesome.

“A miracle that can pour out seeds and small fruits, this ability, it’s quite interesting to say the least, but its use…”

“Wait a minute!!”

Suddenly, Bailuo realized something.

“No, that’s not right!”

He hurriedly crouched down, then grabbed a handful of paddy rice in his hand.

“This, this seems to be…”

Bailuo examined it closely, and suddenly, he realized the true function of the pouch: “A Divine Artifact, this thing, this thing is a Divine Artifact!!”

Bailuo would not mistake these paddy rice grains; they were of the same variety as the rice he had eaten in his previous life.

“Hybrid rice! And the several types of conventional rice I used to eat!!”

If he were still an ordinary person from his previous life, having never farmed, Bailuo certainly wouldn’t be able to distinguish the difference between rice grains.

But Bailuo had lived for 20 years in this world; he was very familiar with the crops here and had also worked the fields, so he recognized the extraordinary varieties of these paddy rice grains at a glance.

Although hybrid rice cannot be kept for as seeds and requires specially cultivated seeds for planting, with the base varieties available, a way would eventually be found.

Moreover, there were those conventional rices. They might not produce as much as hybrid rice, but their taste far surpassed the latter. On the premise of having enough to eat, Bailuo would recommend the People of Yatun plant conventional rice.

The People of Yatun, as well as the subjects of the Iron Eagle Kingdom, cultivated a crop called ‘Jinzhui Wheat’.

It somewhat resembled wheat and was named for its golden hue.

But it didn’t taste good; it had to be ground into a powder before it could be used, and the resulting product was like mush, with a very poor texture.

As for the yield, it was about 150 catties per mu.

150 catties, from one mu of land, twice a year amounts to only 300 catties. The soil of Yatun Village was barren, and each year they could probably only harvest about 200 catties of Jinzhui Wheat.

With such a low yield, plus the heavy taxes to be paid, it might not even sustain one person.

Bailuo didn’t have modern fertilizers, but the quality of modern rice varieties was bound to be strong.

Even without fertilizers, it couldn’t be worse than Jinzhui Wheat.

Of course, before the harvest, Bailuo didn’t know how much grain these paddy rice grains would grow when used as seeds.

“It’s not just rice grains.”

“There’s also tomatoes, sweet potatoes, potatoes…”

Potatoes reproduce with their tubers, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have seeds.

If the pocket could produce seeds of any plant that Bailuo had eaten, he could imagine, “A miracle that can feed people, this thing…”

Divine Artifact!

This pouch, rightfully, is a Farming Artifact!

Given time, Bailuo could even bring most of the crops from his previous life to this world.

“With the seeds, we could plant the first batch of crops, then breed them.”

“Uh…”

Bailuo suddenly hesitated, “But like this, could the seeds be stolen by others?”

If Bailuo poured out seeds and grew crops, and outsiders simply stole some of the food, wouldn’t they be able to improve their own agricultural level?

“Hmm?”

The Initial Sprout Holy Pouch seemed to sense Bailuo’s worry and fed him some information: “I can command the seeds I pour to only grow in the place I specify?”

Miracles belonged to the master and only obeyed the master’s commands.

So as long as Bailuo specified, the seeds poured out of the pouch and the descendants of future crops could only grow within the boundaries of Yatun Village.

Even if sold, once in the hands of others, outsiders would not be able to plant them successfully.

“Miracles are indeed thorough.”

Bailuo hadn’t expected the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch to have such an ability: “A power that belongs to only one person, no wonder those who possess miracles are called Masters of Miracles, I see.”

Bailuo had always been concerned about the food supply for the People of Yatun.

Now with this pouch, just the food it pours out every day could solve the urgent needs of the People of Yatun.

Once planting was successful and the harvest expanded, Bailuo would have enough stored grain in his hands.

In the Iron Eagle Kingdom, too many people suffered hunger and cold due to the harsh demands of those in Upper Tier positions. Bailuo could easily win them over with food and then gradually expand his influence step by step.

“Let’s go back and discuss it with Uncle.”

Bailuo chose to keep the existence of the Black Leather Book a secret, but there was no need to hide this pouch, nor could he.

Uncle and Inya were the people Bailuo trusted the most.

Even if everyone else in the world betrayed Bailuo, they would steadfastly protect him.

After getting over the initial discomfort of having a ‘cheat,’ Bailuo now felt happy and a little excited.

Because he had obtained the hard-to-come-by miracle spoken of by Uncle, going from an ordinary person to a Master of Miracles in possession of a Divine Artifact.

Especially after learning of the pouch’s capabilities, it was a perfect match for him, a traveler from another world.

Just think, if someone else had obtained the Initial Sprout Holy Pouch, what could they pour out?

It couldn’t improve crops; that still had to be done by oneself.

But the crops Bailuo had eaten in his previous life were specially cultivated by countless modern agronomists.

“It’s not only that.”

Bailuo looked at the Black Leather Book, at the blank spaces from the second to the tenth page: “With so many pages in this book, does it mean it can help me find more miracles?”

Faced with this possibility, Bailuo couldn’t help but smile, “Can’t be too happy, after all, I don’t know if it’s like what I think.”