[Which is more expensive: feeding two thousand people for ten or fifteen days, or feeding tens of thousands for three or five years? Even a three-year-old could do that math.]
[...Would the Gongxi Clan agree?]
Of course they agreed without hesitation.
They were so obliging that Wei Lou and the people watching from outside the scene were both astonished.
"The Gongxi Clan really is a strange bunch..."
Though they had grown very used to Martial Gall Warriors serving as the backbone of major construction projects, this would certainly have been considered heretical over a century ago. When their lord asked them to work, the Martial Gall Warriors only refrained from flipping the table because of the generous payment and provisions she offered.
Ji Sun Yin's subordinates helped because they were getting something in return.
It was an equal employer-employee relationship.
But the people of the Gongxi Clan were different.
So far, they had received no tangible benefits from their lord. Yet because she was the "god" they worshipped, they obeyed her orders unconditionally. That was quite surprising.
Or rather—
Faith was a "strange" thing.
But on second thought, they too could now trust any decision their lord made without question. Wasn't that also a special kind of "faith"?
When they saw that the Gongxi Clan's High Priests could actually make crops grow, easily taking a seed through the entire process from germination to maturity, Liao Jia slapped his knee and sighed. "What a waste!"
His sigh echoed what everyone else was thinking.
Though they had nothing to compare it to, judging by what they saw in the scene, these High Priests had abilities similar to Lin Feng's in certain respects. Put to good use, they could bring enormous value to agriculture. No wonder the Gongxi Clan could dig up a