Planting with All Our Might

Corvinus took a bite, and immediately a crisp sound rang out.

"Very sweet!"

Corvinus praised.

It was no exaggeration; the sweet potatoes under his command were crisp and sweet, incredibly delicious.

Of course, perhaps because he had eaten too much black bread, the sweet potatoes provided a refreshing change, with a unique flavor.

He had been eating black bread almost every day in the Silvermane Tribe, almost to the point of nausea, and occasionally there was some meat, but it was always tough, aged cured meat, and the magical beast meat was very coarse, far from the texture of pork.

Seeing Corvinus enjoying his meal so much, Lothar and Kevos followed suit, peeling and eating the sweet potatoes.

"Umm?" Lothar was surprised; the sweet potato's texture was sweet, crisp, and refreshing. It was the first time he had tasted such a unique food.

Kevos was no different, quickly stuffing the sweet potato in his hand into his mouth.

"Chieftain, can this crop really reach the high yield you mentioned?" Lothar looked at his nephew seriously.

Although he was not yet convinced that his nephew should be the chieftain, the yield of the sweet potato had him very tempted. If it could really reach such a high yield, then the tribe would need to plant sweet potatoes on a large scale.

By then, as long as they could hold on for three months, the entire tribe could enter a new spring.

"Uncle, I am now the chieftain of the Silvermane Tribe. How could I possibly speak idly about matters that concern the tribe's survival?"

"So, I plan to plant potatoes and sweet potatoes on a large scale," Corvinus said.

The main reason he had called his uncle Lothar was to discuss the large-scale planting of sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Both sweet potatoes and potatoes were high-yield crops with a growth cycle of about three months. As long as they were planted on a large scale, the Silvermane Tribe could solve its basic food and warmth needs in three to four months.

"But if the yield can be reached, we naturally need to plant on a large scale. It's just that the rye is still about two months away from maturity, and we have no place to plant sweet potatoes and potatoes," Lothar said, rubbing his temples.

All the tribe's thousand acres of arable land were planted with rye, but this year, due to severe drought, the rye was expected to suffer a significant reduction in yield, and there might even be a total crop failure.

"Lord Lothar, with the high yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes, I think it's better to plow up the thousand acres of rye that may not yield anything and plant sweet potatoes and potatoes," Kevos said cautiously.

Originally, he did not dare to interject, but sweet potatoes and potatoes could be the future of the tribe, so he bravely offered his opinion.

Lothar looked at Kevos and frowned, "Plow up all the rye for planting sweet potatoes and potatoes?"

That was a thousand acres of rye, and although the yield was no longer predictable, plowing it up was too risky.

He did not blame Kevos, as after hearing about the yield of sweet potatoes and potatoes, nine out of ten people would have Kevos's thoughts.

But he had to think carefully, after all, he was a high-ranking official of the tribe, and the survival of the tribe was at stake; he could not make a decision rashly.

"No need to plow it up!" Corvinus shook his head.

Instantly, Lothar and Kevos looked at Corvinus.

Both were puzzled, if not plowed up, where to plant them?

"What is the most abundant in the wasteland?" Corvinus asked the two.

What was the most abundant?

The two were stunned, at a loss.

"Of course, it's wasteland. Since there's no place to plant, then we open up new land, organize the tribespeople to clear new planting areas."

"Although the rye's yield due to drought can no longer be guaranteed, every pound we can harvest is a pound, so we cannot plow up the rye; we can only open up new land by digging," Corvinus said.

In fact, drought was a minor issue. In this world where even deities existed, if there were water mages, a few water magic spells could solve the problem of small-scale drought.

Of course, that's what was said, but the rarity of mages was too rare, especially orc mages.

The Silvermane Tribe didn't even have a single mage, and even the larger tribes probably didn't have many mages.

"Clearing new land?" Lothar was taken aback, but after thinking about it, his eyes lit up.

Indeed, the wasteland was full of wasteland, and opening up a new piece of land was an easy task.

Moreover, as Corvinus said, although the rye's yield was unpredictable, every pound we could harvest was a pound, which was better than a total crop failure.

"Clearing new land is not a problem, but do we still have seeds for potatoes and sweet potatoes?" Lothar asked the question he cared about the most.

Since they were so-called ancient crops, there shouldn't be many seeds, right?

Without seeds, everything would be empty talk.

"Uncle, you can rest assured on this point. I have plenty of seeds for potatoes and sweet potatoes, enough to plant thousands of acres," Corvinus said with a smile.

Seeds?

There were plenty in the mall, and he could exchange them with some reputation points.

"Moreover, Kevos, is that sweet potato nursery still there?" Corvinus asked.

Sweet potatoes were transplant crops, and there should be many new seedlings in the sweet potato nursery.

"Chieftain, I have had people take care of the sweet potato nursery. It has been pruned once, and a new round of seedlings has emerged, ready for planting at any time," Kevos said respectfully.

When Corvinus found him, he had been instructed to take good care of it. As the young chieftain, he naturally did not dare to neglect.

"Uncle, you must be very puzzled. Let's go see the sweet potato nursery," Corvinus said, seeing the puzzled look on Lothar's face, who clearly did not understand the cultivation method of sweet potatoes.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the sweet potato nursery. Corvinus had directly used ten reputation points to purchase a hundred pounds of sweet potato seeds in the mall.

So the nursery was not small.

"Good job!" Corvinus praised.

Sweet potatoes generally do not rot in the soil, and if well managed, they can even produce several batches of sweet potato seedlings.

"Uncle, the cultivation method of this sweet potato is very unique. As long as you bury these seedlings in the soil, they will take root," Corvinus said, breaking off a sweet potato seedling and finding a patch of loose soil, burying the sweet potato seedling.

Corvinus, before his transmigration, was a country boy, and planting sweet potatoes was a common practice in his childhood.

Lothar was somewhat astonished; he had thought that sweet potatoes were planted from seeds, not this peculiar method.

"So, there are still many acres that can be planted with the sweet potato seedlings from this nursery, and tomorrow, Kevos, you go to my residence, and I will give you another five hundred pounds of sweet potato seeds and another five hundred pounds of potato seeds. As the expert in planting sweet potatoes and potatoes, you must not mess this up," Corvinus said, looking at Kevos with a smile.

In fact, from what Kevos had done, he felt that Kevos was a talent, and he could be promoted and become a pillar of the tribe when given the chance.

"Chieftain, rest assured, I will take good care of it!" Kevos was somewhat flattered. He was not stupid; he knew Corvinus wanted him to be in charge of the comprehensive planting of sweet potatoes and potatoes.

"Uncle, when do we start clearing the land?" Corvinus looked at his uncle Lothar.

"The sooner, the better. Don't worry, this matter concerns the tribe's survival, and I will discuss it with Reynold and organize the workforce to clear the land in the next few days," Lothar thought for a moment and said.

Since Corvinus had no issues with the seeds, the sooner, the better, as the tribe was already showing signs of famine.

"Then I will leave the hard work to you, Uncle," Corvinus nodded.

Although his uncle seemed not very convinced of him, when it came to matters of the tribe's importance, he should know the urgency.

After all, the tribe was like a chessboard; if the chessboard was broken, no one would have a chance to play.