My territory is filled with block creations.

Chapter 5 Farming

As the villagers laboriously dragged the logs they had cut back to the edge of the village, they saw a brand-new bridge erected on the riverbank, while the person who built the bridge was diligently clearing away the weeds on the other side of the river.

When Alex saw them return, she quickly ran to the other side of the river and called Thorne, who was clearing weeds, to return to their posts. Now they could start clearing the land.

At the same time, she didn't forget to secretly ask Thorne, "Did I just see some green seeds in your hand?"

Thorne nodded: "Each seed can fill exactly 1 square meter of farmland."

As he spoke, he handed the stack of wheat seeds to Alex, who looked at the small cluster of square green dots in her hand and reached out to take it with some confusion.

However, the next moment, these green dots left Thorne's hand and instantly began to replicate and expand, spreading all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

"...Please, please, never let me take anything from your hands again, please, never." Alex said with lingering fear. Today, she had only taken these green seeds, which would have just scattered on the ground at most.

What if tomorrow's delivery is a wooden plank from his collection? Or something else of greater weight?

After venting her frustration, she didn't forget to ask, "By the way, where did this come from?"

Thorne shrugged. He already had a very standard answer to this kind of question back in the capital: "I also know a little about nature magic and spatial magic."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and picked up all the wheat seeds scattered on the ground, intending to distribute them to the people after crossing the bridge.

However, Alex volunteered for the job, while he himself went to the workbench and made a whole bunch of hoes.

The villagers, exhausted from their logging work, were about to return to their homes when Alex stopped them.

As Alex took out a small notebook, she told them that there was a batch of crop seeds in the territory, and since there was not much food stored in the village, she planned to select only a very small number of people to cultivate them, while the others would go out to gather berries, wild vegetables and the like.

For Alex at least for now, gathering is a better way to obtain food than farming, since even the fastest-growing bok choy takes almost 10 days to grow to an edible size.

By then, they would have long since starved to death, so this was the thought of most people: rather than farming, they would rather go into the forest to find berries, or pray that a rabbit would just run into their doorstep and die.

Of the eleven people in the tribe, four stepped forward, intending to take the wheat seeds and hoes and go across the river to plant crops. The rest, it was obvious, would have to go into the forest to gather wild fruit.

Alex watched this scene and nodded with satisfaction. This near 50/50 population distribution was still very healthy for the current situation. She was initially a little scared that all her subjects would suddenly decide to go farming.

In that case, we'd have enough food for next year, but we'd be struggling to find enough for tomorrow. But right now, we should be able to at least have something to eat tonight.

The reason this village is in such a terrible state is simply because it was looted; it's purely a man-made disaster, not a natural one. In an environment with forests in the distance and rivers nearby, it would be quite difficult for people to starve to death.

Of course, it won't fill you up much; at most, it will only maintain your basic vital signs and keep you from dying.

Soon, the others scattered to the edge of the forest to gather things that looked edible.

Alex then led the four people who were willing to till the land to Thorne, who was making hoes. Thorne was not disappointed to see that there were not many people, and simply distributed the hoes to a few of them.

"My lord, a wooden hoe... um..." Lester looked at the hoe in his hand, unsure how to begin. The lord before him clearly came from a big city and had never actually farmed.

Wooden hoes can only be used to cultivate very soft soil, or sandy or muddy soil. They can't cultivate the grassy soil on the other side of the river, where the soil is full of tangled grass roots.

If you use a wooden hoe to cultivate that kind of soil, it will only cause the hoe to crack and slip, and it won't be able to cut through the water-rich grass roots at all.

"Huh? Can't a wooden hoe be used for tilling the land?" Alex looked at Lester and the farmers behind him with some surprise. She believed in listening to professionals when it came to professional matters, which was one of her professional qualities as a mechanical engineer.

"Why don't you try it first?" Thorne asked, picking up a hoe as he crossed the wooden bridge to the other side of the river.

Alex scratched her head somewhat awkwardly. If Thorne, who could smash a tree with two punches, were to say this, it would be completely unreproducible; he wouldn't even be able to publish a paper on it.

Most of the other villagers felt the same way. You're a monster who can smash a tree in two punches; you could dig the ground with your bare hands, let alone a wooden hoe. But we villagers, who haven't had a proper meal for two days, are really…

"You just need to give it a try." Thorne ignored the strange looks he was getting and just kept talking to himself, then gently tapped the hoe on the ground.

The next moment, with a ripping sound, the ground that was originally covered with grass seemed to have been magically rolled over. Almost instantly, that one square meter of grass was transformed into farmland that looked as if it had been tilled by the kingdom's most sophisticated farming machine. Not a single trace of weeds or grass roots could be seen, leaving only strands of the purest, soft soil.

Quiet, deathly quiet.

After the four villagers saw Thorne lightly touch the grass with his small wooden hoe, and the grass instantly became a beautifully cultivated field, no sound could be heard from either side of the river.

Almost everyone had only one thought: pick up their wooden hoes, cross the river in front of them, and turn all the land within sight on the other side into that square plot of farmland. Then, after a few months... heheheheheha ...

Because the people had limited experience, they were remarkably receptive to such miraculous events.

For them, no matter how amazing something is, as long as they are told that it is the invention of alchemists or mages, their superstition will make them quickly accept the result and use the invention to improve their own lives.

Alex, who also belonged to the upper class, felt her worldview was being challenged as she watched this scene.

Seeing Alex's wide-eyed expression, as if she had been even more shocked than when she had struggled to pull the wooden block, Thorne could only shrug helplessly: "Didn't I tell you? I also know a little about nature magic."

After Thorne finished speaking, he took out a handful of square, bright green wheat seeds from his pocket, walked directly to a patch of farmland that had been moistened by the river, and scattered them there.

"The main thing is that I really can't understand why you have so many amazing abilities, yet I haven't heard a single thing about you in the capital. And now you've been exiled here, it's just too scary to imagine..."

As Alex spoke, she subconsciously glanced at the ground where Thorne had just sown the seeds, then suddenly exclaimed, "Incredible!!!"