Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 430 - 301: A Strange Harvest Scene_2

Chapter 430: Chapter 301: A Strange Harvest Scene_2

There’s really no need to think too much about it, if you credit it to the Deity, you can’t be wrong.

"May the Great Mother of Sores bless us, may the Nameless Ancestor bless us!"

"The Nameless Ancestor is the real Great God, presiding over the wind, rain, and thunder. The Great Mother of Sores is just a minor god in the side hall. The Nameless Ancestor occupies the Main Hall, blessing Qingshi Town with a bumper harvest... Haha!"

The farmers weren’t fools either; the hierarchy was clear at a glance.

That stone statue in the Main Hall, nameless and not accepting offerings, thus became known as the "Nameless Ancestor."

For a while, because of this extraordinary harvest, the "Nameless Ancestor" gained a reputation that slightly overshadowed the "Great Mother of Sores."

After all, mystery is what attracts people most.

These rumors and gossips multiplied from one to ten, from ten to a hundred, even spreading to neighboring towns.

"How much land rent does Qingshi Town pay?" asked several outsiders who came upon hearing the news, mesmerized by the undulating rice fields, "This acre can feed a whole family, it must be a miracle!"

"You don’t know this, but the land here was originally barren and couldn’t produce good crops. But once the Nameless Ancestor spoke up, it turned into fertile soil."

"Really? Does the Nameless Ancestor also govern farming?"

"I heard in a dream," said a burly farmer, carrying a hoe and spraying spit everywhere as he boastfully exaggerated, "the Nameless Ancestor waved his hand and decreed, ’This year’s harvest will double,’ and the rice obeyed the order and skyrocketed!"

"Even the fields of Landlord Huang benefited, yielding up to 500 catty per acre. You know Landlord Huang’s fertile fields usually yield only two to three hundred catty per acre... 500 isn’t bad at all!"

The farmers glanced over to Landlord Huang’s fields, which were growing well but insignificant compared to the thousand catty per acre on this side.

Still, 500 catty is quite a respectable number.

A person a year, just 500 catty could keep someone fed. An acre feeds one person.

"This place yields a thousand catty per acre?"

"A thousand catty? I think even more, two thousand catty per acre!"

These few farmers nearly drooled at the thought; their so-called top-quality fields, even with fertilizer, only yielded two hundred catty per acre. Two thousand here?

Isn’t that equivalent to ten of their usual fields?

One plot of land here could keep the whole family nourished.

What affluent days.

A few with smaller minds couldn’t help feeling bitter.

"And that Rice King, you all missed seeing it... The Rice King, towering like a mighty tree, its rice grains like peanuts, frightfully large. After being touched by the Nameless Ancestor’s spit, it literally turned into a tree."

"With the Nameless Ancestor’s protection, such high yields, even paying seven or eight portions of rent would be worth it!"

"Seven or eight portions? It’s not up to you! Hmph, even we don’t have a claim, this land belongs to the Taoist Temple, to the Nameless Ancestor and the Great Mother of Sores."

At that moment, a few patrolling militiamen walked around the fields with their spears.

Also, a monk in a wheelchair enjoyed this miraculous bumper harvest.

One of the militiamen shouted, "Hey, watch your cattle, don’t let them chew on that rice. This field was plowed by the Great Mother of Sores herself, she even directly fertilized it, if you damage her field, she’ll surely demand compensation in your dreams tonight."

The outsiders hurriedly secured their own cattle.

Despite feeling envious, jealous, and a bit sour, they harbored no resistance towards the local Deity, especially the well-known True God.

This world truly housed divine beings.

"You’re from out of town, right? We welcome outsiders here, as long as you don’t cause trouble and abide by the rules, you can stay," said the wheelchair-bound monk kindly, "Those of you who are strong can also find work in the town and earn wages."

"What kind of work?"

"Moving stones, reclaiming wasteland, building roads. Any manual labor. Road construction is most common, and the pay is good. We have a motto here..."

Several militiamen yelled in unison, "To get rich, build roads."

Two young men, itching for a change, thought about moving there.

In a world where shifting brings life and staying in place brings stagnancy, the desolate Qingshi Town transformed within a month or two, bustling with vitality and offering decent employment.

Rather than working part-time for a landlord, why not move and work for Qingshi Town?

"We need to think it over, plan with our parents."

"Of course, of course."

Thus, these outsiders took the news of "two thousand catty per acre" back to their villages... In this impoverished world, what kind of waves this might stir, whether it might lead to a tsunami, remained unknown.

Monk Qiu Yuan witnessed all these scenes and deeply reflected on the greatness of "productivity."

Indeed, Qingshi Town had changed its appearance, several sanitation workers rode tricycles, wielding brooms and sweeping the town clean. In this era, labor costs were extremely low, sixty catty of grain for a month’s wage, people scrambled for such jobs.

Less crime occurred, and although Qingshi Town hadn’t enacted its own laws, the most important rule was already being implemented: Those who fight or brawl would be promptly expelled.

In no time, society turned orderly, transforming troublemakers into good citizens.