At night, Yu Zhen came down to the field accompanied by Luo Bian.

A long time ago, he could already inject a large amount of wood-attributed spiritual energy to promote rapid growth of plants.

However, it is not possible to turn the seeds into lush seedlings overnight, just using wood spiritual energy, so this time he tried to release the Yuan Qi in this hundred acres of land.

This higher-level energy can constantly drive the seed cells to start dividing. Within just a few minutes, seeds that have just been sown will sprout young.

Cassava, peppers, tomatoes... all kinds of fresh and tender seedlings drilled out of the fertile soil and grew rapidly in the night.

It took only three or four hours to see dense small flower buds appear. As long as the sun is lightly sun, many of them will be able to bloom white small flowers.

Looking at this magical scene, Luo Bian once again felt that Yu Zhen's ability was magical.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that he would not do.

Of course, urging the growth of 100 acres of seeds also exhausted most of Yu Zhen's primordial energy, so he had to return to Baiyun Village to replenish it as soon as possible.

"I'll leave it to you here," Yu Zhen told Luo Bian, "Please keep your steps away from you, beware of someone coming to destroy it."

"Okay Master, what should I do if there is too much land in the future?"

"I have my own way."

...

In the next three days, Yu Zhen transformed several more pieces of land, divided into the Egunu area.

Many local people watched the abandoned land grow again, and they were so happy that they set off a huge bonfire in the open space and danced until midnight.

Under Wei Cheng's publicity, almost all Egunu farmers knew about this news.

The propaganda team he invited were all young locals. They all rode two mobile phones in their hands and rode the electric bike provided by Wei Cheng, almost going door to door, and put the land full of seedlings for everyone to see.

"The village chief of Baiyun Village said that as long as the official consent is, they can help us transform the land for free so that we can replant the crops immediately!"

"Everyone, go and see it yourself, those crops are growing very well!"

"Our land is saved, and it is all the people from Baiyun Village who helped us transform it!"

...

With these young men spared no effort to promote, more and more people came to the renovated fields.

Looking at the hundreds of acres of green and already blooming crops, the local people who owe loans seemed to see hope again.

"But why did they only transform this little bit? When did the others start?"

"We need our official government to agree!" said the propaganda guy, "But you know that Kamo was bribed by the Americans, so he would not care about our lives or death. It was he who has been obstructing the people in Baiyun Village!

"We must unite and let Kamo step down!"

"Yes, let Kamo step down!"

"We will go home and find the patriarch, so that all the patriarchs in the Egunu area can unite and drive Kamo off the stage!"

In just a few days, a huge wave of "anti-Kamo" was set off among the people in the Egunu area.

At this time, Kamo was still leisurely receiving White from the representative sent by Rockell in the swimming pool of his luxurious villa, discussing how much benefits Kamo could get after obtaining the mining rights.

"Mr. Kamo, something happened."

"What's up?"

"It's still the one in Baiyun Village," said the waiter, "I heard that they have transformed ten pieces of land, a total of one thousand acres. These lands have grown crops and all have blossomed and bear fruit!"

Kamo frowned when he heard this, and felt that the waiter was simply fussing.

Of course he knew about the land renovation in Baiyun Village, but what did it matter? Let them transform it.

As for what kind of crops grow, it is impossible. It has been less than a week since he went to the field to check it out last time. How could it be blooming and bear fruit?

So servants are servants, and their heads on their necks are like ugly decorations. They never know how to think except when they are angry and act as their ventilator sandbag.

"No, it's true," said the waiter. "I have some videos here, and many people in the area have watched it. It's really a good crop."

"What happened to this?"

After watching the video, Kamo and White looked at each other and felt a bad premonition in their hearts.

"Let's go and have a look."

...

One hundred acres of land, a huge area.

It was a dead land that could not be cultivated a few days ago, but just a few days later, dense crops grew, and even the peppers and tomatoes had already produced small fruits.

Kamo didn't know what was going on, because it wasn't scientific at all.

But he knew that it would definitely not work to talk about science to the villagers in this place.

These local farmers have not completely escaped from the tribal lifestyle, and most of them believe in their own messy gods.

So as long as the tribe leader or respected witch in the tribe says that this is the favor of the gods, then these farmers will believe it without doubt.

So when he saw more than a dozen tribal leaders coming towards him, he felt a great feeling.

"Captain Kamo," said to him, the patriarch who thought his face was covered with wrinkles and could hardly walk on the road, "The facts are right in front of us, and we are willing to believe in the help from Baiyun Village.

"So please give them orders to help us transform the land."

"I'll do it."

Kamo dared not violate these people too much.

Although they are all old men who struggle to walk, their appeal should not be underestimated. Enough patriarchs unite together to even receive the attention of the president.

"Please be as soon as possible, the great Lord Emmon has already brought miracles on these lands!"

"The God of La has also shed his glory!"

"Isis also showed her divine power!"

"The God of Cons also shed the light of the moon on our earth at night!"

...

Listening to these patriarchs' constant worship of the gods, Kamo's head was getting bigger.

In addition to believing in the Lord God, each tribe also has its own gods and totems, with one or two thousand more, and hundreds less!

If you read each of these one after another, it will happen a few days later.

"I get it, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Getting rid of these annoying old men, Kamo and White began to discuss countermeasures on the way back.

"Mr. Camo, I didn't expect that they would have such tricks," White had a great mission this time, so he was more cautious. "I will report to Mr. Taylor immediately and let them decide."

"No," but Kamo was very distracted. "For such a small thing, there is no need to bother Mr. Taylor. I will have a way to make them admit defeat tonight."

"Mr. Kamo, we'd better be careful."

"Haha... Mr. White, you don't understand the customs here," Kamo smiled, "That's right, if these patriarchs unite, they will indeed have a lot of power.

“But they also have one of the biggest weaknesses, that is, they believe in gods very much.

"The crops grew in these lands and were regarded as the favor of the gods, so we only need someone to destroy the crops, and then they will treat them as the punishment of the gods."

"Is this really OK?"

"Of course, you can go home and wait for good news."

Seeing that Kamo didn't take it seriously, White thought this guy might be a bad thing.

So after returning home, he quickly called Mr. Taylor and reported the matter. After looking at the dark night outside the window, his mind flew back to the distant United States.

He has been here for more than three years and has had enough of it.

It’s not that I can’t stand the environment here, but mainly because these people who deal with me feel that there are a lot of things missing in their minds.

This is a double-edged sword.

This is great when you need to use them.

But when they need to deal with their opponents, the clumsy wisdom displayed by the other party is like the scraps left in the mutton shop.

Their heads on their necks are like ugly decorations, and they don't seem to think at all

But he himself could not make decisions on such matters, nor could he completely control Kamo.
Chapter completed!