Chapter 36: Chapter 35: A Transmigrator’s Advantage

When Shen Changchuan first said he wanted to reform Dawan Village,

Han Qinhu had offered his full support,

but deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a little worried.

After all,

Shen Changchuan was too young!

He was just a boy,

and Han Qinhu had seen his fair share of passionate young men who, driven by impulse, turned good intentions into disasters.

Moreover, none of them had any experience cultivating Spirit Fields.

Whether these changes were for the better or worse,

there was simply no precedent.

It was only natural to feel apprehensive.

Fortunately, however,

the plan Shen Changchuan eventually proposed was not reckless. He merely reorganized the personnel and left the original cultivation methods unchanged, save for two mu of land designated as test plots.

Furthermore, the cultivation methods for the test plots were developed only after he had thoroughly understood the various experiences of the people working them, which he then synthesized and summarized.

Every step he took was remarkably steady,

which gradually gave Han Qinhu more and more confidence.

Now that the harvest season had arrived, Han Qinhu felt the success was almost a matter of course.

In fact, he wasn’t the only one who felt this way.

All the villagers of Dawan Village did too.

Many had initially been unwilling to accept Shen Changchuan’s reforms due to their conservative nature. They only went along with the reorganization into groups because he was an Immortal Master, and an Immortal Master’s command could not be defied.

But over the past few days,

the changes in Dawan Village had been plain for all to see.

Everyone could judge for themselves whether the reforms were good or not.

And now,

all twelve mu of Spirit Grain had an increased yield.

With this, Shen Changchuan’s prestige throughout the village reached its peak.

No one dared to question him in the slightest!

How else could someone so young be an Immortal Master? Clearly, there was a reason behind his actions.

When Han Qinhu accompanied Shen Changchuan to the edge of the Spirit Fields,

the villagers working nearby all cast looks of reverence in his direction.

"That’s good."

Seeing that his reforms were genuinely effective, Shen Changchuan breathed a sigh of relief internally.

"Mm. After the harvest, gather information from the workers about any problems they encountered while cultivating the Spirit Fields, as well as the reasons and techniques that helped increase the Spirit Grain’s yield."

"See which of the test plots managed by Team Eleven and Team Twelve has the highest Spirit Grain yield. We’ll use their cultivation manual as the new standard, further absorbing and improving upon other methods. Next year, we will implement this model for all the fields."

After a moment of thought,

Shen Changchuan continued.

He wasn’t a Spirit Plant Cultivator, nor did he understand how to grow Spirit Grain. In fact, his understanding of this world was still limited to what he had learned from the various books he read back at the Shen Family Mansion.

But fortunately,

he had the experience of living in an industrial civilization from another world and had received a proper education.

Shen Changchuan’s method for improving the Spirit Grain cultivation

was actually just the inductive analysis method used in math, physics, and chemistry.

Collect data, organize and classify it, observe commonalities, generalize and summarize, and verify the conclusion.

These methods might seem simple,

but they were the crystallization of wisdom from the industrial civilization of his past life.

In fact,

this was not the first time Shen Changchuan had benefited from the lingering boons of his past life’s knowledge and wisdom.

The many Perfection Techniques on his panel were also a result of the educational system from his previous life.

Shen Changchuan’s talent for Magic Cultivation was actually far from top-tier.

Although as a Transmigrator, his soul was somewhat stronger than others due to the fusion of two souls,

the only advantage this gave him was a slightly better memory.

It didn’t provide much of an edge when it came to comprehending Magic.

Compared to the true geniuses of legend who could understand a Skill at a glance and master it with a single attempt, the gap between them and Shen Changchuan was immense.

So why was he able to master so many Perfection Level Skills?

One reason was the panel, which allowed him to see his Cultivation progress.

The second reason,

was the learning methods from his past life.

For example, the strategy of grinding through massive numbers of practice problems,

or the research method of posing a question, forming a hypothesis, summarizing data, and drawing a conclusion.

The knowledge from his previous life

couldn’t let Shen Changchuan ascend to the heavens in a single step or reach the mountaintop overnight.

But it was like a compass in a dense fog, pointing him in the right direction and allowing him to climb higher, step by step.

"Oh, right. Since the Spirit Grain yield has increased, after the harvest is complete, take ten percent of the surplus from the ten mu of Spirit Fields and use it to hold a feast."

Shen Changchuan reined in his wandering thoughts and said aloud.

Ten percent of the surplus wasn’t much when divided among two thousand people.

However, it was enough to mix with ordinary polished rice and cook a large pot of Spirit Rice Porridge.

A suitable reward

would better stimulate the initiative of the people under him.

And indeed,

the reason the yield from those ten mu of Spirit Fields had increased by ten percent was precisely because the incentive plan for Teams Eleven and Twelve had motivated the other teams as well, causing them to tend to their own plots with extra care during this time.

Han Qinhu wasn’t one to keep such good news to himself,

and he immediately announced it to the crowd on the spot.

A tsunami of cheers erupted from all around.

Some of the older villagers were even moved to tears.

They had come to Dawan Village more than a decade ago with dreams of walking the Immortal Dao, but they had never once had the chance to taste Spirit Rice.

’Immortal Master Shen is truly great!’

He knew how to increase the Spirit Grain yield, and he was generous too.

So when Han Qinhu also mentioned they were collecting cultivation methods and techniques for Spirit Grain, nearly everyone in Dawan Village eagerly participated.

Seeing this,

Shen Changchuan was in a good mood.

’I’ve managed Dawan Village so well,’ he thought. ’The future looks very bright!’

In high spirits, Shen Changchuan returned to his courtyard halfway up the mountain,

ready to properly study the Fragment page from the He Mountain Four Fierce’s Storage Bags that recorded the Cyan Wood Sword Light.

He had spent a great deal of effort on it over the past two months.

The Water Dragon Technique, which he had studied for roughly the same amount of time, had already reached 45% progress.

But the Cyan Wood Sword Light was only at 1%!

He could barely even cast it; it hadn’t even reached the Entry Level!

The difference was enormous!

This was the first time Shen Changchuan had ever encountered such a situation.

Now that the Spirit Grain harvest no longer seemed to require his attention,

he naturally planned to focus on figuring out this peculiar Cyan Wood Sword Light Fragment.

However,

before Shen Changchuan could figure anything out,

Han Qinhu suddenly rushed over to find him.

He brought an important piece of news he had just received from the village below.

"What? Traces of a Demon Beast have been spotted recently?!"

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「Three days passed in the blink of an eye.」

The day of the Spirit Grain harvest had arrived.

The heavens were very accommodating.

The sky was bright and the world was clear.

A gentle, pleasant breeze was blowing.

The sky above was completely clear,

and the weather was perfect.

They only had to wait for the Spirit Grain to show the final signs of ripeness before they could begin harvesting with their sickles.

But at this moment,

Shen Changchuan stood on high ground beside the Spirit Field, his hands clasped behind his back.

He looked up at the sky,

a flicker of worry in his eyes.