The wind in the rift valley is very strong. There is a piece of black volcanic ash-like material vertically below this position. It does not look like poop at all. It is obviously weathered.
In addition to this piece of 'volcanic ash', the bottom of the rift valley is covered with a vast expanse of white salt-like material. There are a large number of birds flying around in the sky, and from time to time, they drop lumps of stuff, which fall freely on the ground.
Bottom.
The bottom of the endless rift valley as far as the eye can see is almost entirely covered with this white substance.
"So much? I've made a fortune." Negris, who was deeply shocked, couldn't help but sigh when he saw the phosphates accumulated in the bird droppings.
"Is it valuable?" Brusk asked in surprise. It also recognized these white substances. There are a large number of such guano islands on Long Island and nearby islands. Some islands are densely covered with such substances.
Increase the island's altitude by several meters.
"It's not very valuable, but even if one magic crystal is sold for one ton, how many magic crystals can the things here sell for? At least several million tons." Nigris said.
Brusk calculated it and was disgusted: "Only a few million magic crystals? Rubbish."
Nigris laughed angrily: "It's just because it's cheap that it's precious. It's a strategic material, do you understand?"
Everyone shook their heads in unison.
Others shook their heads, and Ange also shook his head. So Nigris had no choice but to give an answer to consolidate his status as the god of common sense, so he had to reluctantly say:
"Farmland without fertilization generally yields about 150 to 200 catties per mu. Farmland with intensive cultivation can yield up to 300 catties, but farmland with some fertilizers can yield up to 500 to 600 catties. With better
The seeds have higher yields. I heard Anthony say last time that the yield of new grain seeds in the Druid Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition exceeded 1,000 kilograms per mu. Fertilizer must be responsible for this."
"If I sell you fertilizer, your yield per mu will double. If I don't sell you fertilizer, your yield per mu will remain unchanged. Is this considered a strategic material?" Negris asked.
Brusk nodded.
"My output is twice as high as yours, and I sell grain at a low price. If your farmers cannot sell grain, they will go bankrupt and will not grow grain next year. Then will you have to buy grain from me in the future? When I say no to selling grain,
Unless you trade a city, will you trade it? No trade? Your farmers no longer grow food. If you don’t buy my food, will they starve to death? Is this considered a strategic material?"
Bruske gasped: "How vicious."
"Haha, food security is not in your own hands. Others have vicious methods to treat you. Cost and output can be used as weapons. These bird droppings are a big killer to increase production. Anthony should like it very much and sell it to him later.
Go." Nigris was already getting excited.
Nellie was a little angry: "You've been talking about bird droppings and dragon poop for a long time? Why didn't you say it? Is dragon poop useless?"
"Ah!?" Nigris was stunned. Didn't you scratch the dragon's poop just now? Why are you blaming it for not telling it now? The female dragon's thoughts are really strange.
"The magical effect of dragon poop is too strong. Ordinary crops can't bear it. You see, there are plants growing on the bird poop, but there are no dragon poop on it. Only those magical plants can withstand the effect of dragon poop, such as elf beans.
, soul moss, dragon fruit, etc. Hey, with so much dragon poop, can we grow elf beans?"
Nigris suddenly remembered the elf bean seeds he had obtained from the elves. He had never dared to sow those seeds because ordinary land was not fertile enough to support elf beans.
Ange noticed another term: "Soul moss, what is it?"
"It is a kind of moss that can soothe the mind, soothe the soul, enhance memory, and speed up the recovery of magic power. It is the main material of the magic recovery potion. If a magician can drink a bottle of magic recovery potion in advance during a fight, tsk tsk tsk."
Nigris said.
"Is it that kind?" Ange flew out of the cave and asked, pointing to a large piece of black moss on the cliff vertically below.
"It can't be such a coincidence." Nigris fluttered out of the cave and looked back. Sure enough, he saw a large area of ​​black moss and a human child.
The human child was probably only seven or eight years old. He was holding a wooden shovel and shoveling the moss on the cliff. At this moment, he had several large pieces of soul moss in the basket on his back.
Nigris was heartbroken when he saw it: "Hey! Child, let go of those moss, the soul moss cannot be collected like this!"
Chapter completed!