"Two hundred billion mu—gulp!" Yu Zi swallowed hard, her eyes full of longing. "If we could fill two hundred billion mu with crops, even harvesting once a year would give us so much grain!"
Then we could waste food without feeling bad.
Yu Zi imagined herself eating a bowl and tossing another aside, then shook her head. No, no. Even if she couldn't finish it, she'd still feel bad.
"First, we need a territory far larger than two hundred billion mu. Only then can we have two hundred billion mu of farmland," Lin Feng said, mercilessly shattering Yu Zi's fantasy. "It's too hard."
Where did the difficulty of this Perfection Ritual lie?
Not in figuring out how to produce that much seed, but in territory!
Territory was what limited Lin Feng's path to perfection.
Yu Zi blurted, "If we all put our heads together, we can—"
She cut herself off before she could finish.
This wasn't a problem that could be solved by putting their heads together.
Lin Feng's tone grew a little more plaintive.
"All we can do is put our heads together to expand our borders."
There was no other way out.
If Lin Feng were an idle wanderer with no lord to serve and no country she could trust, she might join the Assembly of Gods. With the Assembly of Gods' network of connections across its five branches, she could sell all the seeds at high prices and take a shortcut to completing her Perfection Ritual. As long as the seeds she provided were planted, the farmland would count. It wouldn't be hard to finish.
But unfortunately, Lin Feng couldn't do that.
She couldn't just spread high-quality seeds across every country on the continent without permission, all for the sake of perfecting her Way of the Scholar,