Chapter 294 Strong Stomach

Lin Fan's order was passed to Colonel Erica. The Krieg Corps carried forward the fine tradition of doing more and asking less, and built a toilet.

And set up a circle of minefields and defense groups around it. All the Krieg soldiers held their weapons tightly, waiting for a demon to jump out of the sturdy toilet.

Squeak.

The toilet door opened, and Colonel Erica observed with a telescope, and did not let the soldiers attack immediately.

She saw Lin Fan waving at her with his pants lifted. Erica supported the sandbag with her hands and turned over at once.

Sprinted to Lin Fan's side and saluted.

"At ease, Colonel Erica, tell the troops to relax their guard. No demons were pulled out."

"Yes, sir."

"Ahem, remember to tell the troops to restore this place again. Don't dismantle this toilet. The things inside will be very useful."

"Are you referring to the excrement?"

"Ahem." Lin Fan's old face flushed. He thought that the things he pulled out were a little too strange.

"You'll know for yourself if you take a look."

Pushing open the door, Erica saw that the toilet, which was built like a bunker, was full of grass and flowers, but it was a bunker made of concrete and ceramic steel powder.

There is no possibility of cultivating plants.

"Did you do all this?"

"Strictly speaking, it was Nurgle who did it. But you can say it was me who did it."

Lin Fan touched his abdomen. He always felt that his stomach was still full of soup, and the old soup of Nurgle was not digested at all.

On the contrary, the food he ate went through it and became very vital.

It should be a good thing. Although he couldn't control the recovery of the planet's atmosphere, he could at least control the recovery of the planet's soil. I don't know if Terran likes to eat this excrement.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan told Erica that the things in this room should be controlled according to the standards of military supplies, sealed and preserved, and sent to places that need agricultural reclamation.

"As for the name, according to the tradition of ancient Terra, the golden humans have a magical thing - Jinkela, so let's call it Jinkela."

"I'll eat more these days, so that I can produce more of this thing."

A few days later, on the outskirts of the Memeril Hive, that is, in the areas where forests suddenly grew.

Two mechanical priests were testing the land and considering what kind of crops could grow on this planet.

They were all specially dispatched from the army. After all, there were only a few mechanical priests left in the hive. The remaining priests had insufficient knowledge reserves. They couldn't really expect them to know more than just pressing the runes on the machine and singing the hymn of the God of All Machines.

"Gamma-331, no radiation has been detected on the land here. This forest can absorb the pollution and radiation on the planet. It can be used to produce basic agricultural units."

"Agreed, Gamma-112. The soil nutrients on the agricultural world of Array-1324 are not as high as those in this area. My suggestion is to collect the soil for research."

The two Mechanic priests were discussing. Not far from them was an urgently modified tractor, although this behavior violated the rules of the Mechanic Church.

But they still remembered when Soap put the gun to their heads and asked them whether they wanted to live or the rules.

They sighed together and saw a Centaur transport vehicle coming towards them.

The vehicle stopped, and a team of Krieg soldiers held a sealed box in their hands, which looked quite precious, which reminded the Mechanic priests of the people of the State Church when they carried the holy relics.

"Here are the agricultural technology products specially sent to you by the superiors."

Agricultural technology products?

The two Mechanic priests felt ridiculous when they said this.

Who else on this planet can produce great and profound science and technology besides them, the believers of Omnissia?

But for the sake of the Krieg soldiers, the two priests did not show it. These stubborn soldiers don't care what you are, they will kill you if they say so.

After sending the Centaur transport away, Gamma-112 opened the box and saw a piece of black substance in his eyepiece.

The texture is soft, but it has not collapsed or scattered.

Gamma-331 came over, "Is this a piece of organic fertilizer? This kind of thing can also be said to be an agricultural technology product."

He couldn't say anything more, because the data from the detector built into his eyepiece shocked him.

The cores of the two people heated up rapidly with the calculation, and they stared blankly at the organic fertilizer in the box.

"Gamma-112, I remember that your legs have been modified. Do you want to go back?"

"No, Gamma-331, let's try what this thing can do first."

The two mechanical priests hurriedly called the workers to quickly cultivate a field for the control test, and the modified tractor sent a layer of seeds into the soil.

Gamma-112 carefully scraped off a thin layer of the agricultural technology product with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and buried it in the center of the land.

After the two of them finished all this, they did not rest or recharge for seven consecutive days and nights, only maintaining the recording system and data inspection system.

Those plants that took 60 days to mature and harvest completed a cycle in just seven days, and the fertility of the land did not decrease at all, but the technology products buried in the soil disappeared.

The fruits grown by the plants in the experimental field are large and numerous. A potato buried in the ground is as big as a Leman Rust tank.

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The mechanical priest took a lot of effort to dig this fruit out of the soil.

The workers operating the tractor on the side were dumbfounded. They stared at the huge potato blankly and didn't know what to say.

Through simple baking and further experiments, the mechanical priest did not find any problems with these induced foods.

"According to calculations, 7mg of an unknown agricultural technology product can provide nutrition for 7777 square meters of land, which is 7777.7777% higher than the production efficiency of agricultural products of the same area."

"Why are the data all 7? Is this a revelation from the God of All Machines?"

"Gamma-112, you quickly return to the Omega Unit, I will continue to do the experiment, go! There is no time to waste! These things are of extraordinary significance!"

When Gamma-112 did not stop for a moment, it ran at high speed to the Omega Unit, which was the state church that was once again converted into a fortress.

Outside were the decorations of the Kriegs, trenches and barbed wire, as well as heavy machine guns and mortars set up.

But there were also some differences. The numbered flowers and plants on the trenches added a touch of color to these cold and cruel war equipment.

Not only Gamma-112, but also many mechanical priests were standing anxiously at the door of the church, exchanging and discussing a lot of data.

"All the data revolves around 7!"

"No matter how you adjust the variables, all the data will slowly move towards 7 without any error. Why is that?"

"What kind of technological product is this? Who produced it? Has our planet gained a great sage who specializes in crops?"

"If we master this product, it will be great for the Forge World. We can use simple cultivation equipment to produce a large amount of food, and we don't have to waste time and money to import it from the agricultural world."

The mechanical priests shouted more and more excitedly, and hot smoke began to rise from their robes. Even the Kriegs turned their heads to look at them.

No one had ever seen the cold mechanical priests so excited and emotional before.

The door of the church opened, and Lin Fan stood at the door, raising his hand to signal the priests to calm down.

Take them into the secret room in the church, and Lin Fan showed them a lot of agricultural technology products.

"Everyone, this is the technological product I recently produced, named Jin Ke La."

"Jin Ke La? Is this the thing on the STC template?"

"Uh. Yes, it comes from before the Golden Age, an even older name."

"Omnissia's Shining Bolt!"

A mechanical priest couldn't imagine what the concept of the sacred product before the Golden Age was like. He exclaimed excitedly and then fell straight to the ground.

Fortunately, the priests around him pulled him back, otherwise the floor tile would have been smashed into a hole.

"Then how much can he produce? Can it be mass-produced? Is the Soap Sage willing to reveal the production method?"

Looking at the mechanical priests who used honorifics, Lin Fan found it quite interesting. A few days ago, these priests secretly scolded him for being an impolite meat bun who could only use vulgar violence such as guns to force them to violate the rules.

Now that they see the new technology, they come over like licking dogs one by one, saying that they must know the principle.

But how dare Lin Fan tell the principle.

These things were all excreted by him in the past few days. In order to excrete so much, Lin Fan started eating as soon as he woke up. The amount of excretion he excreted in a day weighed 7 kilograms.

"This is unspeakable. The technological products before the Golden Age have surpassed everything we can understand, and are not much different from miracles. We need to thank the God of All Machines for giving us this magical treasure."

"Praise the God of All Machines!"

In the subsequent discussion between Lin Fan and the mechanical priest, he learned about the effect of the Jinke La he made.

7 kilograms of Jinke La can be used in mg units.

7 mg of Jinke La can provide nutrition for 7777 square meters of barren land.

And it can accelerate the growth cycle of all plants planted near Jinke La to 7 days.

Trees, crops, flowers, and grass all become 7-day growth cycles.

Not only that, it can also increase the yield by 7777 times, and the nutrition contained in the fruit has also increased by 7 times.

Lin Fan wanted to calculate, but found that there was no other number in his mind except 7, so he could only ask the mechanical priests to calculate the total amount for him.

He eats 77 kilograms of food a day and can excrete 7 kilograms of Jinkela.

These Jinkela can maintain the production of one square meter of land, which is equivalent to 2791 acres of land.

Even if it is calculated according to the standards of Lin Fan's era, according to the average grain yield, one acre of land can produce 400 kilograms. At this production scale, it will also produce 6 kilograms of grain.

That is, 4558 tons of grain will be produced every seven days.

It is still the kind of high-energy grain with seven times the nutrients.

(The data here is about 30 million hectares of land. In 2022, the global arable land is about 1.5 billion hectares, about one-fiftieth. The total grain output in 2022 is 2.8 billion tons. Seven kilograms of Jinkela is enough to meet the nutritional needs of one-fiftieth of the earth's fields.

One-fiftieth of the land, after seven days of production, can produce one-175th of the total output. And a standard year is about 52 weeks. So if the protagonist poops every day, he can produce 8 billion tons of food a year. But this is based on the current crops on Earth, with an output of 400 kilograms per mu. In the Empire these days, crops are probably genetically modified, otherwise they can't feed so many people, anyway, the yield will be higher. Here I just use the Earth and give a familiar example to illustrate how awesome the protagonist's Jin Ke La is. )

Imperial sub-human (sad, can such a serious mutation really be accepted by the Empire?)