Chapter 651: Chapter 360: I’m Not The Last Squad?_2
The contestants were taken aback again, but they now understood Ange’s intent. He wanted to buy their swamp rice seeds with two bags of Demon Crystals.
Swamp rice wasn’t rare; tribes from the villages in the Southern Swamp area all planted it. Their village just had a higher yield.
However, they had originally thought their high yield was significant, but only when they arrived at the Seeds Contest did they realise that their yield was quite small. The highest yield of the previous contest had already broken a thousand catties.
If they could exchange an ordinary, not so extraordinary yield of seeds for two hundred Demon Crystals, this deal would be tremendously profitable.
The oldest contestant took a deep breath, ready to agree, but Ange pulled his hand back.
This ‘pull back’ almost tugged the hearts out of the contestants, who, on a reflex, tilted forward, feeling an urge to grab hold of him.
Ange flipped his hand, and a third bag appeared, “Buy, seeds.”
The oldest contestant could no longer contain himself and stood up to press on Ange’s hand, “Sell.”
He then took out a sack of seeds from his own lap, which contained about a catty of swamp rice.
The old farmer contestant finally understood what Ange was doing. Ange was bidding, and because they hesitated twice, the bid increased twice.
In an instant, a thought flashed across the old farmer’s mind: if he hesitated again, would it increase by another hundred?
Although he had that thought, the old farmer dared not proceed. He wouldn’t gamble. What if Ange didn’t extend his hand again? Wouldn’t they fail to even reach the current price?
A bag of Demon Crystals had already exceeded his psychological price, and three had completely stunned him. He dared not be greedy nor to gamble.
Negris flew over, laughing and crying, grumbling at Ange. Ange moved too fast, before Negris could react, three bags of Demon Crystals were gone. How was business done ? This frivolous skeleton.
However, the deal had been made, Negris couldn’t object and had to say: “Tell me what you want to buy next, I’ll do the bargaining. You can’t do business; you lose so much.”
Ange tilted his head and said, “Silver coin.”
Negris thought for a moment and understood what Ange meant. He almost spit out blood. By bringing up the silver coin at this time, Ange was clearly saying: doing business with silver coins is viable, but not with you.
“Even my worst is still better than you!” Negris angrily roared. Kvada, this dead skeleton was picking up on sarcastic insults.
While it was raging here, the contestants who had received the money excitedly whispered among themselves. The youngest contestant excitedly asked the old farmer, “Village head, there’s so much money. Can you buy me a pair of shoes?”
“Hehe, of course, this money can buy everyone in the village a pair of shoes. After the contest, we’ll go buy them.”
Negris overheard their conversation and glanced down at their feet in astonishment. The contestants were all wearing straw sandals.
Negris was slightly shaken. Just now, he was blaming Ange for spending money recklessly, but now it was hard to complain. Are they really this poor?
The farmer produced a high-yield crop of four hundred and fifty jin, but was too poor to afford shoes?
It wasn’t right. The idle landowner nobles even had people to carry them, yet hardworking farmers didn’t even have shoes to wear?
Shouldn’t the farmers be living in big mansions and riding in luxurious carriages? The seeds they bred and the crops they grew were obviously valuable.
Just look at Ange. This year alone, he had sold crops worth over ten million Demon Crystals, not to mention the other intangibles.
Negris no longer thought Ange was wasteful. Didn’t the time, energy, and knowledge that the farmers put into their crops deserve the paltry sum of a few hundred Demon Crystals?
The Seeds Contest continued, and the second team started.
“Now on display is the Fat Planting Team, growing wheat with a yield of five hundred and thirty catties per acre. The Fat Planting Team hails from…”
“Next on display is the Kobold Team that grows rice with a yield of five hundred and sixty catties per acre. The Kobold Team is a human team, with no blood relation to the Kobolds. They come from the prairies…”
“Next up for display is the Stuffed Team, planting wheat, with a yield of six hundred and twelve catties per acre. The Stuffed Team comes from the Steel Bone Area, their greatest wish is to be stuffed, and this is the wish of us all. We hope everyone can eat their fill…”
As team after team displayed, the audience understood the order of appearance. It was clearly based on crop yield, in ascending order. This meant that the later the team appeared, the higher the crop yield.
Everyone’s expectations were high.
Ange would buy whenever he encountered unique seeds, but most of these were just wheat and rice, which were no match for Ange’s seeds, it rarely justified his action.
That disappointed everyone. When Ange bought the swamp rice, many people in the contestant area saw it and thought they had met a big spender. They were hoping to make a good profit, but they didn’t expect Ange to snub the wheat and rice, which were higher-yield crops.
“Isn’t this discrimination? He’s willing to buy swamp rice for three bags of Demon Crystals, but our crop yield is much higher than swamp rice and he doesn’t even ask? Is he despising us?”
“Exactly. My rice yield breaks six hundred and ten per acre, but he isn’t even looking at me. It’s so annoying.”
“If he doesn’t want to buy, don’t buy at all. Buying only the swamp rice, what’s this? Unfair.”
“Cough, cough, this is the contestant area. We are all teams here. As far as I know, their team hasn’t shown their crops yet. Could it be that they also plant rice or wheat with a higher yield than ours?”