Rise of the Werewolves: A New Dominion

Corvinus followed Kevos across the fields, and as they went, Corvinus got a sense of the situation.

The Silvermane Tribe's primary crop was rye, the main ingredient in black bread.

But due to the drought and lack of rain, the rye seedlings in the thousand-acre fields, some already a meter tall, had started to wither in places.

This was only because the tribe members, who were responsible for the cultivation, were fetching water daily from the Tatal Mother River, twenty miles away, to irrigate the fields; otherwise, the seedlings would have long withered!

"Chieftain, look!" Soon, Kevos stopped and pointed to a field a few dozen meters away for Corvinus to see.

Corvinus was somewhat excited and quickly rushed to the field, discarding the demeanor of a chieftain.

"Good, very good!"

Corvinus arrived in front of the field, which was completely different from the rye fields, and looked at the familiar green shoots in the soil, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

"The crop called potatoes is very drought-resistant. We water the rye daily, yet still see no hope, but with the potatoes, we only water them once every five or six days, and the growth is very promising!" Kevos said.

Potatoes?

Lothar was puzzled; he had never heard of such a crop as potatoes.

"How many acres have you planted with these potatoes?" Corvinus asked with concern.

"According to your instructions, we planted ten acres," Kevos replied.

"Well done. Where is the sweet potato field?" Corvinus looked at Kevos.

Hearing the chieftain's praise, Kevos was very pleased and quickly pointed respectfully to the other side, saying, "Over there, we also planted ten acres as you instructed."

"Let's go, take a look!"

Soon, the three of them arrived at another field.

"Good, the growth is very promising!" Corvinus squatted down, pulling up a handful of sweet potato vines, and said excitedly.

"What are these two crops? I've never seen them before," Lothar asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

After all, both the names potato and sweet potato were very unfamiliar to him, and he had never even heard of them.

"What do you think of these two crops, Uncle?" Corvinus squatted on the ground and asked.

"The growth is very promising, and they look very lush!" Lothar said.

Compared to the half-dead rye on the other side, these two crops were green like spring and looked very good.

"What were those called potatoes just now, and this is called sweet potatoes. They are ancient crops I obtained from an ancient ruin," Corvinus said.

Of course, saying this was entirely to deceive his uncle because both potatoes and sweet potatoes were obtained from the mall a little over a month ago using reputation points.

He didn't exchange many, as he was just experimenting at the time.

Unlike now, as the chieftain, with the tribe facing a food crisis, he thought of this.

"Ruins? Ancient crops?" Lothar frowned, expressing his doubt. If they were ancient crops, why hadn't they appeared before?

However, his nephew had said this, clearly not wanting to tell him the truth, and he didn't dwell on it.

He just wanted to know what use these potatoes and sweet potatoes had.

"Yes, they are ancient crops!" Corvinus saw his uncle's doubtful look and repeated it.

"Do not underestimate these two crops; they both have very drought-resistant characteristics. The drought that rye cannot withstand is negligible for them."

"Moreover, do you know the yield per acre of these two crops?" Corvinus glanced at his uncle, teasing him.

"So drought-resistant?" Lothar was surprised, and he also became interested in the yield per acre.

Seeing his uncle staring at him, Corvinus didn't plan to tease him anymore and directly extended five fingers.

"Five hundred pounds?" Lothar asked in surprise, and even Kevos looked at Corvinus in shock.

After all, a yield of five hundred pounds per acre completely surpassed rye.

In good weather, rye would yield only three to four hundred pounds per acre, and with the current drought, the yield might not even reach a hundred pounds per acre.

If potatoes could yield five hundred pounds per acre, it would be a great joy.

"Five hundred pounds? Uncle, you underestimate the ancient crops too much!" Corvinus chuckled and shook his head.

"The yield can reach five thousand pounds per acre!" Corvinus laughed again, extending five fingers, potatoes as a high-yield crop, in the last world were almost the main food in some areas. If they were not so high-yielding, those areas would have starved a lot of people.

"Five... thousand... pounds?" Lothar could no longer maintain a serious face, showing an extremely shocked look.

Kevos was also shocked. If it could really reach five thousand pounds per acre, then the Silvermane Tribe's thousand acres would not harvest several million pounds of grain.

With so much grain, it would be more than enough to support the Silvermane Tribe.

Seeing the shock of the two, Corvinus smiled.

There is earth attribute magic in the soil of this world, and potatoes and sweet potatoes, after the system mall, have become very suitable for planting in this world.

So, the yield may be far more than five thousand pounds per acre.

"This is the yield of potatoes, and the yield of sweet potatoes may reach ten thousand pounds per acre," Corvinus dropped another bomb.

Immediately stunned Lothar and Kevos!

"Ten thousand pounds per acre?" Lothar murmured, if this was the case, then the rise of the Silvermane Tribe was really here.

In the orc tribe, food is the lifeblood. With food, it is easy to attract wandering orcs and small tribes lacking food and suffering from famine to join, quickly strengthening the strength.

Corvinus ignored the two and squatted down, finding a very robust sweet potato vine, following the vine to its root.

Sweet potatoes are a crop even more productive and stable than potatoes, with characteristics such as wide adaptability, strong resistance to adversity, drought and barrenness, few pests and diseases, and high nutritional value.

After finding the root, Corvinus immediately inserted his finger into the soil, pulled up, and a complete sweet potato vine was pulled out.

A series of small sweet potatoes hung on the root.

"A bit small, but very dense, it seems the soil nutrients are very high," Corvinus said.

Although it has only been forty to fifty days, the largest sweet potato has grown to the size of a fist, fully demonstrating the fertility of the land.

At the same time, Lothar and Kevos, who had recovered from their shock, also looked over.

"Chieftain, is this sweet potato?" Kevos asked first.

Because this was the first time he had seen the true face of the sweet potato.

"This is the sweet potato. But it's too early, at least three months are needed to harvest. However, the soil nutrients are quite high, and the sweet potatoes are already this big!" Corvinus nodded, then took a small sweet potato and handed it to his uncle.

"What is this?" Lothar looked at the sweet potato his nephew handed over, somewhat at a loss.

"Try it, raw sweet potatoes are also very delicious!" Corvinus smiled.

Lothar was stunned, raw? But he still took it.

Corvinus picked another sweet potato and handed it to Kevos.

As for the largest sweet potato, it was naturally in his hand.

Corvinus took the sweet potato, rubbed off the soil, and stuffed it into his mouth. Soon, the sweet potato skin was spat out, and the sweet potato in his hand had revealed its golden flesh.