Half an hour later, Old Wofford stumbled out of the crowd and left the Moon Shadow Merchant Guild's fertilizer warehouse.
Behind him came a small cart loaded with twenty bags of fertilizer, pushed by a sturdy Beastman of the Leopard Tribe. They stopped outside a small pavilion beyond Xinfei City.
"Hey, Wofford, what are you..." A middle-aged man waiting outside the pavilion raised a hand in greeting, but froze when he spotted the little cart behind him. "...Did you buy fertilizer?"
"Yes, fertilizer. I saw lots of people buying it, so I asked about it, and it sounded pretty useful. Willis, you know the Stantin Duchy better than I do. Tell me, does this fertilizer really work that well?"
The middle-aged man called Willis looked seven or eight years younger than Old Wofford. At the question, a puzzled expression appeared on his reasonably ruddy, smooth face, and he shook his head.
"It works well, sure, but taking back so little won't do you much good. Didn't the people at the Moon Shadow Merchant Guild tell you that these twenty bags are only enough for two or three mu of land at most?"
"That pretty Elf Race lady told me. But I only wanted to take some back to try first. If it works, I'll buy more next time."
"There's no need to try it. I guarantee this stuff works very well," Willis said, waving a hand. "All the countries around here use it. Didn't you see how many people were buying it at the Moon Shadow Merchant Guild? But there's a problem with using fertilizer alone."
Old Wofford was taken aback. "A problem? What problem?"
"Fertilizer can increase yields of wheat and other crops, but unless you also use the Xinfei Merchant Guild's farmland magic machinery to improve the fields,