Chapter 187 The Golden Bean Technique

It's you again, kid.

Green Pepper rolled her eyes at the blond guest, "What's unrealistic about this? Please state your opinion."

At this moment, Qingjiao represents everyone, and everyone on the other side of the barrage has the same reaction as Qingjiao.

The blond guest immediately looked panicked, as if to say, "Oh no, how did I say that?"

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that those words had touched a nerve within him, causing him to blurt them out instinctively.

However, the blond guest remained calm and composed, his eyes darting around before he immediately brightened up and replied:

"In principle, I strongly support the Holy King's Golden Bean Technique."

However, in reality, no matter which farm uses that secret, they will face numerous obstacles.

First of all, the mill that turns the millstone belongs to the chief of cattle and sheep, and it is the result of countless competitions and contests.

They turn their millstones in their own mills, in accordance with the natural order and reason.

Is it against the natural order and reason to make them abandon their own mills and switch to other mills that still require rice?

Secondly, whether it's the bull king or the sheep leader, they are both top performers in the arena, having won countless trophies for the farm. They are the farm's pride and cornerstone.

Driving them out of their own mill so abruptly would hurt their feelings, affect their enthusiasm for participating in the arena, and, more seriously, could even cause a cataclysmic upheaval.

Furthermore, the millstones come in various shapes and colors, so they can't be moved at will.

Even if we manage to move it, who will build the supporting mills? We can't just build a farm, can we? So many mills, how much effort and resources would it take to complete?

If the bull kings build their own mill, the mill is theirs, but the pasture belongs to the farm. If they stop participating in the competition and stop working on the millstone one day, who will own the mill?

In addition, some bull kings have only just grown their muscles and are competing in the arena every day, so they don't have the extra strength to build new mills.

In short, the Golden Bean Mantra is good, but it's hard to recite!

After listening to the blond guy's detailed explanation, Green Pepper became even more certain of his guess: this guy would cosplay as the Bull King in his spare time, participate in competitive matches, and was quite a pro in the arena.

His suggestion touched a nerve with this guy's "etiquette," which is why he was able to come up with so many opinions all at once.

However, his viewpoint was indeed good, and it resonated with many people. Green Pepper had to give him a thumbs up.

Then, Green Pepper narrowed her small eyes, changed her expression, and said:

"Look at your short-sightedness, you can only see the mountain that the ancients saw."

Your farms, big and small, are willing to allocate grasslands to attract wild bull kings and sheep leaders to your farms to participate in competitions and build mills to settle down. How is this any different from the ancient Heavenly Emperor bestowing titles upon gods and marquises?

Whether it's a marquis with ten thousand households, a marquis with a thousand households, or a marquis with a hundred households, isn't all that enfeoffment just giving up the clod of earth beneath your feet?

A cartload of clods of dirt, enough to be passed down for eighteen generations; even though the God-Marquis is gone, the dirt remains.

But the soil has long since become a personal "craft," and it's none of your business if people plant flowers and trees on it.

The ancient divine and demonic empire no longer exists; the role of the Investiture of the Gods and Marquises in guarding the edge of the sky is long gone.

If you want it back to restore its original function, or if you don't, they'll summon heavenly lightning to strike your three flowers on the top of your head, causing you to fall to the mortal realm.

Because you acted without just cause, Heaven was on their side, and the lightning you summoned was not as powerful as theirs. Moreover, you have no one to blame but yourself; you sowed the seeds of your own actions.

Conversely, isn't the same true for small farms in the mortal world?

In order to attract the bull king and sheep leaders to participate in the competition on their own territory, they only cared about the present and not the future, and swept the grassland away with a single blow.

Now, the Bull King has built a mill on that grassland and is turning the millstone to grind the raw materials. The good materials then win trophies and honors in the arena.

But what about the descendants of the Bull King and the Sheep Chief? They have lost their competitive talent, and the millstones in the mill have long since stopped turning and rusted, and have even been replaced with other items.

By then, the mill's function had changed, and it could no longer win trophies and honors for the farm.

If the farm wants to attract a new champion bull to compete, it must create a new, fertile pasture.

Over time, the grasslands became increasingly devastated and their layout became more and more chaotic. This was because the grasslands belonged to the descendants of the Bull King and the Sheep Chief, and their descendants could use them for whatever they wanted. No one could interfere if they stopped turning the millstone.

Next to the cattle shed and sheep pen was a mill, next to the mill was a mill covered in cobwebs, and next to the cobweb-covered mill were other cattle sheds and sheep pens.

Putting everything else aside, managing a farm like this must be incredibly demanding.

Then we'll talk about other things.

Firstly, for promising young cattle and sheep leaders who have grown up from ordinary herds to participate in competitive events, they must find a mill to turn their own millstone.

But there wasn't much grass left, or it was already saturated, so there wasn't enough space to build a mill.

For the newcomers to get the millstone turning, they must offer some "coarse rice" as a condition and place their millstone in the unused mill of the Old Ox King and the Old Sheep Chief.

As the seasons have changed, this situation is no longer an isolated occurrence.

Instead, it's a situation where farms of all sizes are scattered all over the mountains and fields.

In other words, only a small number of bull leaders and sheep chiefs are affected. The increasing number of newcomers is simply a change of scenery for their competition; as long as they harvest less coarse rice, they're happy to accept it.

Therefore, the farm concentrates the grass used for competitions in one place, only accepting "coarse rice" instead of "distributing" it all at once, which will be fairer to every competitor.

New talents have no shortage of pastures to graze on after they rise to prominence, and even veteran bull kings and sheep leaders don't care about the meager amount of coarse rice at the very tip of their heads.

This would actually be more conducive to the farm's long-term prosperity. How could it, as Mr. Blonde said, affect enthusiasm for competition?

Moreover, with the improved conditions of the "Illusionary Realm," more new talents will surely emerge, dark horses will frequently appear, and more trophies will be won in the arena—what glory that would be!

Secondly, this was voluntary, and absolutely not something that Mr. Yellow Hair was forcing someone into doing, as he said.

The mill is still their mill, and they can turn whichever millstone they want in it.

However, the mills in non-planned areas were no longer allowed to receive the "three-colored lightning," because those were the livestock's resting areas, and the noise from the turning millstones was too loud and disturbed their rest.

Only two types of lightning are needed, enough for daily lighting in the cattle shed and sheep pen.

You might ask, what if there are special needs in the rest area where the three-color lightning must be used?

No problem, limited slots available.

Each rest area should have sufficient capacity. Exceeding this limit is definitely suspicious; someone might be secretly "cultivating immortality" (i.e., practicing martial arts).

In other words, the millstone in the rest area cannot rotate unless it receives tri-colored lightning.

The mills of the bull kings and sheep chieftains still belong to them, but to get the millstones turning again, they must be taken to a place with tricolor lightning.

Who wouldn't want the millstone to turn? Otherwise, how could there be competitive games? So they would do it very willingly. No arguments accepted here.

Thirdly, placing all the mills together makes it easier for trucks to enter and leave the farm.

In the past, when the mills were mixed together, some were located in remote areas, making it difficult for even slightly larger trucks to turn in.

Moreover, trucks of all sizes are parked on the roadside when loading and unloading, blocking the farm's paths completely. The cattle and sheep inside have to carefully squeeze through to graze, which also poses a safety hazard.

However, those narrow paths couldn't withstand too much pressure, and over time they suffered various damages.

"The farm can't just keep breaking down and then breaking down again, can it? Did the rice just fall from the sky in a strong wind?"