Ling Xuewei took on the task of 2,000 bottles of elixir alone. This could only be completed through the time difference in space. Even so, there were still 5,000 bottles left unaccounted for.
Therefore, almost half of these elixirs were obtained from Ye Moyan.
Ye Moyan has a special alchemy association under his command and a stock of millions of bottles, so he can supply such a large consumption.
But it can't go on like this forever.
"In the future, we will need more and more elixirs."
Because it is not only for promoting practice, but also for bleeding pills, explosive pills, Qi-tonifying pills, etc. that are needed after going to the battlefield. Therefore, they must establish their own production chain as soon as possible.
It is easy to train a monk, but it is as difficult as climbing an alchemist. Because alchemy requires not only talent, but also spirituality.
She has brought back many alchemists from China before, but it will take a long time for them to catch up with the level here. Therefore, the real people who take the lead are the local alchemists. After all, the study of herbs and alchemy is broad and profound, and if you want to
It is not that easy to integrate into this world of gods with thousands of years of history.
In the beginning, even she spent countless time and energy and read thousands of herbal medicine books before she dared to get started.
"Perhaps, you can ask Captain Rong."
Ningyu suggested.
he?
Ling Xuewei's eyes flashed slightly and she nodded, "Then I'll make a trip later."
The few of them chatted some more, and Ling Xuewei left Shanjian Waterfall and went to Hengcheng.
She found Uncle Rong on the city wall and told her the purpose of her trip. Unexpectedly, Uncle Rong agreed, "Young master, give me seven days."
Ling Xuewei nodded in agreement.
Ling Xuewei followed Rong Batian to inspect the city wall and walked around the city. Now the city is in depression, not only because of the previous war, but also because of the raging zombie army.
Nowadays, the weather is cold, and it has snowed heavily for five days at midnight, causing many trade routes to be blocked. Most of the people in the city are merchants. The goods in their hands cannot be sold, and the business travelers from outside cannot come in. Coupled with the war and disputes, it can be said to be even worse.
At this moment, they were in a field, and when they saw it, it was all white.
From a distance, I saw several rickety figures walking in the fields, all with anxious and uneasy expressions.
"How are you going to spend your days?"
The climate here in Hengcheng is relatively humid and dry, and it has never snowed so heavily in previous years. The climate here is tropical, and the temperature is not lower than ten degrees all year round. But this year, it snowed heavily, and even the temperature dropped to
More than 20 degrees below zero!
"A vision coming from the sky, a catastrophe! A catastrophe!"
The heavy snow damaged the farmland, and the farmers' hard work for nearly half a year was in vain. Originally, they could purchase food through trade, but now, with frequent wars and the return of the Dark Age, the price of food in the God Realm has risen sharply! It has almost reached sky-high prices.
number!
There are also many aristocratic sects that purchase large amounts of food, making it impossible for the people at the lowest level to afford such expensive food!
But Hengcheng, which usually doesn't snow all year round, started to snow heavily. Without business transactions, they also lost their daily income. In this way, misfortune never comes singly.
"God doesn't give me a way to survive, what should I do now..."
There was a wailing in the fields, especially many of them were elderly people who had been digging in the fields all their lives and relied on the income from the fields. Now, this heavy snow has almost ruined the lives of their whole family!
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.
In the God Realm, the hierarchy is like a chasm that separates people. But here, it is always a game between the strong. Those who are powerless can only become ants and be trampled on at will.
Once disaster strikes, they will be the first to suffer.
Ling Xuewei has seen too many people, the old, the weak, women and children, in the chaos of war, with corpses everywhere. But there are some things that they cannot control. What she can do is to do her best to prevent fewer deaths due to war.
of innocent people.
Rong Batian looked at the scene in front of him, "We have dropped 5,000 kilograms of food reserves, but they can only last for three days at most. Now there are many people begging along the streets in the city, and there are even many incidents of robbery and robbery.
People's hearts are unstable. The spies from the front came to report that there were a lot of refugees fleeing dozens of miles away..."
Ling Xuewei frowned.
"How many people are there in the city now?"
"There are about 180,000 people, and more than half of them are ordinary people. If we add in the refugees, the food reserves are just a drop in the bucket."
Today, external food prices have been driven up to more than three times. Only two months have passed, and food prices are still rising.
Ling Xuewei walked around and checked the fields, and found that most of the rice fields they planted were rice fields containing spiritual power. This kind of spiritual rice was also divided into four types: lower, middle, upper and special.
Ordinary people mostly plant low and medium level ones. As for the higher levels, because they require a higher regional environment and higher concentration of spiritual power, basically only aristocratic sects or Zhongling Yuxiu places can grow them.
But this is the case, even the lowest level of spiritual rice has very high requirements for the environment and temperature. Rice naturally likes high temperatures, but now there was a sudden snowstorm, the temperature dropped sharply, and almost 90% of the rice was killed.
Continuing like this is not an option.
If there is any crop that is cold-resistant and has high yields, it is the sweet potato.
"Why not plant sweet potatoes?" Ling Xuewei said.
"Sweet potato?" Rong Batian was startled, "Isn't that what spiritual animals eat?"
Ling Xuewei, "..."
Only then did she remember that the only staple food in the God Realm seemed to be spiritual rice and noodles, such as sweet potatoes and corn, which were all fed to livestock.
What a waste of resources.
Not only that, but there are also potatoes, yams, soybeans, etc., which are even more rare.
Most of the monks do not pay attention to their appetites. Because of their fasting, they tend to eat meat and spiritual rice that are full of spiritual power. Ordinary food is not attractive to them.
Because of this, the people of the God Realm have greatly reduced their enthusiasm for mining ordinary food. Ordinary people only have a few things on their tables. Unless they are wealthy people, they may pay attention to their appetite. But it is only for their own needs.
, on the surface, it still mainly focuses on spiritual food.
Of course, there are very few people like Ling Xuewei who eat breakfast and dinner every day and cook various meals.
"What is the sweet potato that the young master is talking about?"
"A very common crop that is extremely resistant to cold and drought. It has a high yield and a short harvest cycle. It can be harvested once a month at most. If planted well, the yield per mu can reach about 5,000 kilograms."
Rong Batian's eyes lit up, "Is this crop edible?"
"Of course, and it makes you feel full."
"I will immediately send someone to find the seeds!"
Rong Batian turned around and left without saying a word.
