"There's no need to calculate such things! As long as I wish to harvest, then I can—what are you doing?"
As the Bountiful Emissary was speaking, the deity on the other side simply waved a hand, and the plants that had just been harvested all returned to the soil and reverted to their sprouting state!
"Order must be followed step by step. To quickly arrive at the answer without going through the solving process can only mean you've either copied or guessed!"
"The results calculated according to order will grow into the correct form and content, and they will bring you the right economic benefits and the correct cycle of farm harvests. You should really learn some math!"
"All of this is the choice of the principles of math."
"Your farm is quite interesting, and I will continue to pay attention to it! This is the harvest product I am giving you!"
The strange deity took out an ear of corn, but somehow there were purple stars hanging on this corn!