Chapter 55: “how Can These Words Form A Single Sentence?”
Huo Yuhao walked into the office on the top floor of Enthusiasm Headquarters amid the eager gazes of countless Enthusiasm Members.
Currently, Huo Yuhao was still using Huo Qiang’s alias.
Now, the only ones who knew his true appearance were a few pendants in his Sea of Consciousness and that red-clothed Little Planet Spirit.
No one knew that the young man in front of them was actually only eleven years old; people only knew that the man in front of them was Xilu City’s uncrowned king.
Huo Yuhao sat in the office, casually flipping through the various documents submitted by the Enthusiasm Cadres.
These documents covered all aspects of Xilu City’s tax revenue, education, economy, and agriculture.
Xilu City was definitely not a small city; if all cities in the Heaven Soul Empire were ranked by GDP, Xilu City could absolutely rank in the top ten!
Because it was right next to the Star Dou Great Forest, the Soul Beast Resources alone brought in profits every year that made one’s mouth water.
Not only that, through these documents, Huo Yuhao realized that Xilu City was actually an important granary on the Heaven Dou Plain!
Huo Yuhao immediately perked up; as an old-generation Earthling, he was truly terrified of hunger!
When the Wandering Plan was launched, the Planetary Engine needed a large number of engineers to go maintain it!
Huo Yuhao, as one of the first batch of maintenance personnel, went to the Planetary Engine outpost.
The temperature outside was minus eighty degrees! On the Douluo Continent, even the core area of the Extreme North was only minus seventy degrees.
No crops could survive at such temperatures; on Earth, only the underground cities retained a few experimental fields of crops.
The genetically modified plants in these experimental fields bore the hope of Earth’s ecology recovering after it returned to warmth in the future!
The food in the underground cities was basically chemically synthesized—not tasty but enough to sustain life.
Previously, someone had proposed building nuclear fusion agriculture, like vertical farms and such facilities.
But in the end, it was rejected; chemical synthesis was enough to sustain food supplies for all of humanity, and there was no need to waste precious energy on satisfying appetites.
Every bit of energy had to be precisely used for the operation of the underground cities and the Planetary Engine.
Vaguely, Huo Yuhao remembered that the outpost he was at only had a small amount of Nutrient Paste each month.
Occasionally getting Dried Earthworms from the transport trucks required a bunch of people to huddle together and rummage desperately!
Among that group, Huo Yuhao’s good brother Wang Dong was the youngest, just barely an adult.
His parents had also died in the Moon Crisis, reportedly smashed to death by meteorites; their deaths were extremely gruesome, not even a complete corpse was found, and he himself had lost his memory.
Even the name Wang Dong was given to him by the kind Dean when he and Huo Yuhao were sent together to the Hefei No. 1 Underground City Orphanage.
So everyone often saved the best-tasting strawberry-flavored Dried Earthworms for him, while they all chewed on the original flavor ones teased as poop-flavored.
Every time that happened, everyone would gather together and reminisce about Earth’s past, that old era when the sun still shone brightly.
And whenever a group gathered, there would always be a few idea guys to start topics.
Once, an idea guy talked at length about what Earth’s once most fertile black soil was like.
He spouted all sorts of data off the top of his head and said his family in the underground city still kept a bit of black soil.
It was brought from the surface to the underground city by his father during the Golden Age; it was said to be a family heirloom to be passed down generation after generation.
Huo Yuhao flipped through the documents related to Xilu City’s agriculture, and upon seeing them, he nearly popped his Spiritual Eye.
The black soil that was treated as a family heirloom in his previous life was the cheapest here, the lowest-grade farmland.
Large swaths of black soil around Xilu City lay uncultivated and abandoned because there was simply no need to cultivate that wasteland.
Yes, the document used the word “wasteland.”
Huo Yuhao was very certain his language understanding ability had no issues.
The reason Xilu City could serve as the Heaven Dou Plain’s granary was because it had even superior land—Green Soil!
Green Soil was a land that was entirely emerald green, with soil rich in vitality!
No one knew the birth principle of Green Soil, but people knew it could regenerate.
Even if a patch of Green Soil was dug empty, as long as new soil was filled in, it would turn back into Green Soil in just a month.
But once Green Soil left Xilu City’s range, the vitality it contained would continuously drain away, turning into ordinary black soil.
And the effects of Green Soil were explosively powerful; if the official Earth organizations from his previous life saw it, they would probably seize it at all costs.
Green Soil had one function—ripening.
That ripening function so powerful it would make agricultural experts from his previous life collapse.
As long as it was crops not involving Soul Power, they would definitely mature in one month in Green Soil, with extremely high yields per mu.
Normal rice matured in half a month in Green Soil, ignoring all seasonal and weather factors.
As long as it was planted and protected from being eaten by insect Soul Beasts, it could yield 1000 kilograms of rice per mu in half a month.
What kind of concept was this? In his previous life, this would make the whole world fight over it.
Xilu City had 500,000 mu of such land, plus nearly 6 million mu of black soil.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao was puzzled, because the next document was about the starving people.
This nearly burned out the CPU of Huo Yuhao’s Spiritual Eye brain.
“What the hell?”
“Rice matures every half month, 1000 kilograms per mu, and there’s 500,000 mu of it.”
“And then starving people?”
“Hiss, how can these words even form a sentence?”
“How did these starving people even come about?”
“Eating half of this grain and throwing away half could feed the entire Heaven Dou Plain!”
“The entire Heaven Dou Plain’s population is barely 20 million!”
“This I have to sit up straight to see!”
Huo Yuhao shook his head and focused intently on the report about the starving people.
His powerful Spiritual Power allowed him to finish reading this extremely thick document in just one minute.
After reading it, Huo Yuhao’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
The perfect composition of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
Green Soil was almost entirely controlled by nobles, and farmers could only rely on nobles to cultivate their land.
This was originally quite in line with the Douluo Continent’s social background.
But these nobles in Xilu City were a bit too human-like!
Farmers’ field tax was fucking up to eighty percent!
And there were a bunch of ridiculous taxes besides the previously mentioned rain tax and walking tax, like life tax, meeting tax, and other absurdly outrageous taxes.
These taxes caused massive numbers of starving people to appear in Xilu City despite possessing the divine farming artifact Green Soil!
Huo Yuhao’s hand gripping the document had veins bulging!
He hadn’t expected humanity to be able to be this evil!
His powerful Spiritual Power plunged the entire Enthusiasm Headquarters into a stifling atmosphere!
All Enthusiasm Members didn’t even dare to breathe!
Realizing their Boss was angry!
Several Enthusiasm Cadres hurriedly ran to the office door, but no one dared to enter.
They all kept their heads down waiting at the door.
Huo Yuhao rubbed his temples and withdrew his Spiritual Power.
He said coldly to the door:
“Zhang Heng, come in!”
“Everyone else, leave!”
The called Zhang Heng was a middle-aged man with a square face, tall build, and Martial Soul Wind Chasing Falcon, a fifty-three-level Soul King.
Because he was steady in his work and a Soul Master who took the initiative to join Huo Yuhao, he was made an Enthusiasm Cadre.
“Boss, please give your orders!”
Zhang Heng bowed his head low, his etiquette impeccable.
“I’ve looked at the starving people problem.”
“How’s the collection of Xilu City’s Green Soil and black soil going?”
Zhang Heng raised his head and said meticulously: “Boss, it’s all under control.”
“Those nobles didn’t take the deeds when they fled.”
“Even if they did, no one would recognize Evil Soul Masters’ deeds!”
“We long ago labeled those fleeing nobles as Evil Soul Masters and reported the list to Shrek Academy.”
“The cadres stationed in Shrek City say Shrek Academy has already sent Inner Court disciples to clear them out.”
“We don’t even need to make a move afterward.”
Hearing his words, Huo Yuhao straightened up; he really hadn’t thought Shrek could be used this way.
“They didn’t suspect?”
Zhang Heng said confidently: “Boss, rest assured, it’s not the first time.”
“Previous City Lords used this method to eliminate quite a few enemies.”
“Shrek won’t care if they were actually Evil Soul Masters or not.”
“As long as they’re on the Evil Soul Master list.”
“And getting on the Evil Soul Master list depends on how well the report is written!”
“As long as our report is well-written, with rich arguments, complete structure, elegant language, plus a tiny bit of negligible evidence to make Shrek think it makes sense.”
“They’ll get on the Evil Soul Master list!”
“And we have the top talents in this area!”
“This trick works every time!”
“Probably the Heaven Soul Empire has already received this list by now; no one will protect them.”
Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully and said:
“Well done; Shrek is pretty useful!”
“Go tell Kong Yang to release some grain to relieve the starving people.”
“Then abolish all those damn taxes!”
“Let these farmers return to the land.”
“I don’t want starving people appearing in my city.”
“Don’t play word games with me like expelling the starving people!”
“Taxes follow the Heaven Soul Empire legislation; if anyone dares to privately add taxes, throw them straight into the oil pot!”
Huo Yuhao opened his Spiritual Eye, his powerful Spiritual Power locking onto Zhang Heng, scaring him into breaking a cold sweat.
He was all too clear on his Boss’s methods; as a Soul Master who joined voluntarily, he hadn’t been branded with a Spiritual Imprint.
While those cadres branded with Spiritual Imprints would suffer worse than death if they had any rebellious thoughts.
He didn’t want an extra Spiritual Imprint in his mind.
“Yes! Boss!”
Huo Yuhao nodded, withdrew his Spiritual Power, and took out a Wind God Fruit from his Storage Soul Tool to play with in his hand.
Zhang Heng’s Martial Soul was immediately stimulated; he recognized at a glance that it was the wind attribute Rare Item—Wind God Fruit.
His throat involuntarily swallowed saliva; this was bloodline instinct!
Huo Yuhao looked at him and said: “I’m putting you in charge of the starving people matter.”
“If you do it well, this Wind God Fruit is your reward.”
Zhang Heng suppressed the wild joy in his eyes, bowed deeply to Huo Yuhao, and said:
“Boss! I will definitely complete the task!”
Then, at Huo Yuhao’s indication, he left the office and, almost as soon as he exited Enthusiasm Headquarters, activated his Martial Soul and flew straight to the City Lord’s Mansion.
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