Fertilizer?! Ange reacted, turning his head to look at Negris.
"Yes, volcanic ash, fertilizer, and volcanic rock. Porous and loose, with excellent water permeability. Mixed with soil, it prevents clods from forming," Negris explained.
The thing Ange disliked the most now was soil clodding, which could lead to the loss of fertility quotient. The fertility of a piece of land was enough to support several cycles of crops, but the problem of clodding was hard to solve unless deep ploughing was used to turn the underlying soil onto the surface.
In the Temple of Rest, Ange would do just that. After all, with only three thousand acres of land, who knew how many times it had undergone crop rotation over more than a thousand years.
But tending to the vast tracts of land in the wilderness, Ange was determined not to expend the effort of flipping the soil before it all became clods.
"Demon Valley." Ange pointed in a certain direction and addressed Lightning.
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