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Chapter 168 - 168: Harvest Ceremony

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Harvest Ceremony

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Song Jian had already played around with the image of the dwarf blacksmith, Aberdeen, in his mind in countless ways. A strange smile appeared on his face, and his laughter made George the butler, who was standing outside the door, feel a chill down his spine. After hesitating for a while, he gently knocked on the door of the room.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Who is it!” Song Jian wiped off his saliva and asked;

“Master, the wheat and potatoes in the six Spirit Fields have matured. John would like to invite you to the Harvest Ceremony. Do you have time?” Butler George asked respectfully from outside the door;

Song Jian was perplexed. For just a couple of patches of wheat and potatoes, they needed to hold a ceremony? Did life have to be so ceremonious?

“Are they trying to show off their achievements to me, in order to ask for a raise in their salaries? Humph.” Song Jian entered the room with a gloomy face;

“Lead the way!”

Butler George didn’t dare to breathe heavily, not knowing what got into the master today, even the atmospheric pressure around seemed lower.

On arriving at the courtyard, the Blood Spirit Poison Tree Alex was fast asleep. Seeing it, Song Jian’s face darkened again. This fellow was good at eating and sleeping, blackened quite a lot of Song Jian’s equipment, and was simply incomparable to Li Ke’er’s Fiana;

“If it wasn’t for the fact that you could guard the house, I would’ve chopped you off long ago. The wood collected from you should be of at least grade three quality.” Song Jian stroked his chin as he sized up Alex;

Alex in its slumber suddenly felt a chill, its leaves shook slightly, causing the crows to all fly up, cawing chaotically;

“Master, look, all six Spirit Fields have yielded a bumper harvest.” Butler George pointed at the remaining six Spirit Fields;

Gardener John and carpenter Tammy, standing nearby, were also excitedly looking at the Spirit Fields, whispering to each other;

“Master, shall we begin the Harvesting Ceremony?” Butler George asked softly;

Song Jian nodded, saying, “Let’s begin.”;

Gardener John solemnly took out a sickle, the handle of which was tied with a big red satin flower. He lifted the sickle over his head with both hands and handed it to Song Jian;

“Master, please harvest the first bundle of wheat!” John said excitedly;

Song Jian:”…”

Song Jian, speechless, picked up the “Red Flower Sickle”, aimlessly swung it, “whoosh” a white light flashed, and a heap of wheat was reaped;

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

George, Tammy, and John behind him all began to clap;

“Should L. should 1 wave to them in acknowledgement?” Song Jian felt exceedingly awkward;

System: You have completed a Harvest Ceremony, Vitality Points limit increased by 10, skill[Cold Weapon (Pole Weapon) (Basic) Jacquired;

[Cold Weapon (Pole Weapon) (Basic)]: Passive, Level 1, Increase the power of pole weapons by 5%

Song Jian was startled: “What is this situation?”

Gaining the skill “Cold Weapon (Pole Weapon) (Basic)” wasn’t surprising to Song Jian, but his vitality points limit increasing by 10 was a rarity;

“When can we hold this Harvest Ceremony again?” Song Jian’s eyes were sharp as he stared at gardener John;

“Master, every time a plant matures, we can hold a Harvest Ceremony. Holding a Harvest Ceremony will win the favor of the Goddess of Harvest. However, we must plant different crops each time. We currently only have wheat and potato seeds. If we plant them again, we won’t be able to hold the Harvest Ceremony.” John explained hastily;

Pointing to another patch of mature soybeans, Song Jian asked, “Can we hold another Harvest Ceremony?”

“Sorry, Master, the Harvest Ceremony can only be held once a week. The next one you can carry out will be for harvesting soybeans,” John said. “1 hope the Master can get more different types of plant seeds. The more varieties you have, the greater the reward from the Goddess of Harvest.”

“Hmm, I need different types of plant seeds?” Song Jian stroked his chin, handed his sickle to John and returned to his third-floor bedroom to switch on the radio.

“This is Nova Town, we found a group of level 10 wild boar men. They appear to want to establish a nest in the swamp. Is there any team willing to hunt them down?”

“Wild boar men? Are there many of them? There are many professional hunters among the wild boar men. If it’s a large tribe, there will be wild boar men priests. If we can kill it, maybe we can get the skill of the priest profession, that would be a big score.”

“It’s just a small tribe, probably around thirty. There shouldn’t be any wild boar men priests. Our scouts saw that they have hunters and warriors as their professions.”

“This is Silver Moon Commerce, we are currently in Valan Canyon. We have a batch of goods that need to be transported to the City of Sin. We need to recruit ten to fifteen guardians of level 10 or above. Those interested can send me a private message, but it should include level, profession, and core skills!”

“To go from Valan Canyon to the City of Sin? Seems like we have to pass through a Zombie City, right? Sigh, are you guys serious?”

“Selling a level 10 blue quality spike hammer, one-handed weapon, attack 56-72, strength +2, Armor break +1, with a certain chance of causing shattering effects, comes with two special features, 800 Doomsday coins, those interested can send me a private message, highest bidder wins!”

“Buying Yin Soul Grass, 30 Doomsday Coins per plant, no quantity limit, payment on delivery, mailing address****”

“Wanted mission, Gathering Area 101 issues bounty, one of our teams was killed in Zombie City 9, we need to hire warriors to investigate the cause. If they were killed by someone, we need the perpetrator’s head brought back. The mission reward is 5000 Doomsday Coins, plus one legendary profession core skill.”

There seem to be a lot of people on the radio now, publishing messages, recruiting manpower, selling items. It all sounds rather messy, but everyone who posts a message will appear on a small screen on the radio. If interested, one can write down the other person’s radio number and chat with them privately.

After waiting a while, Song Jian seized the opportunity to shout: “Buying all kinds of plant seeds, no duplicates, direct delivery, address is City of Hope***, payment on delivery!”

In no time, the radio signaled that someone wanted to have a private chat.

Song Jian glanced at the prompted channel and directly switched to another channel.

“Hello-”

“Hello, this is Valan Town. We have wheat seeds, potato seeds, corn seeds, peanut seeds…” A somewhat hoarse male voice echoed over the radio; he continued to list over a dozen types of plant seeds.

“May I ask, which type of plant seeds do you need?” The man asked.

“Aside from wheat and potatoes, I’ll take all other plant seeds,” Song Jian replied.

“Alright, how many? How much do you need?”

“Let’s start with one hundred of each!” Song Jian said. One hundred seeds were just the right amount for one Spirit Field.

“Okay, let me calculate. Corn seeds amass 1 Doomsday Coin per seed, peanut seeds are 1.2 Doomsday Coins per seed, radish seeds are 1.8 Doomsday Coins per seed…”

Song Jian couldn’t help but gasp. Was seed sold by the grain? If that’s the case, wouldn’t it cost over a thousand Doomsday Coins?

“There are thirteen kinds of plant seeds in total, so you need 1,926 Doomsday Coins. For shipping, it’s 2,100 Doomsday Coins. So, all together, it will be 4,026 Doomsday Coins.”

“No, is there no postage included?” Song Jian asked.

“Sir, you must be joking. Using the mailbox system is expensive, but it is very safe. If we included shipping, we’d be running at a loss,” the man laughed.

“Okay, cash on delivery it is. How about a discount?” Song Jian said after hesitating for a moment.

“Sure, let’s say four thousand Doomsday Coins, cash on delivery. I’ll go prepare right now. Thank you for your patronage, sir! Hope we can do business again!”