As the verdant liquid poured into the squares where the seeds were buried, the gray-brown soil turned into a rich black-brown hue, and then...
Nothing happened.
Ye Sangeng remembered the instructions of the Stenchy Farm. To accelerate plant growth, it was necessary to station undead in the farm and engage them in labor.
So, he had West Old bring two novice skeletons, and they walked into the small farmhouse together.
The interior of the Stenchy Farm had no windows, no beds, only four simple wooden tables, each with a wooden hoe placed on it. Without thinking, picking up a hoe meant stationed.
Ye Sangeng took a look, picked up a wooden hoe at hand. Suddenly, a strange thought appeared in his mind, making him feel an impulse to madly hoe the ground.
To test the effect, Ye Sangeng did not resist this impulse. He pushed open the wooden door and walked to the field, then began to swing the hoe at a square where he had watered.
The hoe landed on the edge of the pit with a clatter, not damaging the seed pit. However, the sight of him standing in place and constantly swinging the hoe made him look like a fool throwing a tantrum.
When West Old and the two goblin skeletons also came out with hoes, the fool became four.
"Is this it?"
Staring closely at the soil pit, Ye Sangeng did not notice any changes. So, he stopped hoeing, put the hoe back, and halted.
It was just a conscious impulse; he could stop at any time. However, not seeing any results made him a bit frustrated.
"Is it because the time is too short?"
The growth of plants is a lengthy process, expecting obvious results in a few minutes is a bit too much.
After thinking about it, Ye Sangeng decided to have West Old withdraw from stationing and let the last two novice skeletons take over.
This simple action was entirely within the competence of novice skeletons. Meanwhile, West Old, as one of Ye Sangeng's main forces, was sent to station in the lumber camp with East Dust.
Similar to the Stenchy Farm, the way to station in the Bone Wood Lumber Camp was to walk into the house. However, there was no axe leader, as the building instructions stated that the axe needed to be self-provided...
After arranging the work for the six skeletons, Ye Sangeng, carrying two long swords, went to find Lao Gu.
Considering a possible battle at night, Ye Sangeng planned to take advantage of this free time to learn some swordsmanship from Lao Gu.
Although it sounded embarrassing to learn swordsmanship from his own summoned servants, it was undeniable that Lao Gu was an old sword saint!
Learning swordsmanship from an old sword saint was just too advantageous.
"Lao Gu, you really know how to find a place to put cows, actually... Wait, Lao Gu, what are you doing?!"
Ye Sangeng found Lao Gu under a tree, but to his astonishment, Lao Gu was lying on the ground, pinching the bulging belly of a black cow, continuously rubbing it. A white liquid shot into his mouth.
Skeletons drinking milk?
Lao Gu turned his head to look at Ye Sangeng, shifted his butt, and then patted the ground beside him, seemingly inviting him to join.
Ye Sangeng first lowered his head to glance, confirming that the gender of the black cow was not a problem, then carefully looked at Lao Gu.
Seeing the milk shot into Lao Gu's empty skull, it did not leak out from the gaps but was absorbed into Lao Gu's bones like rainwater into a dried-up desert, without any trace.
Ye Sangeng had sharp eyes and noticed a piece of splint lying beside Lao Gu. It was the splint used by Lao Gu to fix his waist, but now it was removed.
Now, Lao Gu's waist board was straight and smooth, even with a slight luster. It looked as if it had added some moisture, as if applying a special effect from a photo editing app.
"Alright, milk is good for calcium. No problem."
Ye Sangeng sighed softly. Besides cold and heat, his sense of taste was also weakened. Every time he ate, he had a term in mind:
Taste like chewing wax.
"Hmm? No, this is..."
[You have devoured the life energy of 00002, currently accumulating life energy 15202.]
[Your bones have received an imperceptible enhancement.]
"Drinking milk can enhance bones?" Ye Sangeng was pleasantly surprised.
The energy in his body was only soul energy, used to shield the undead aura and resurrect corpses. Without other spells, the body was his biggest capital.
The stronger the body, the greater his chances of survival. Besides, it seemed that milk also had an effect on the undead he resurrected, which meant he found a strategic resource to strengthen the strength of his little brothers:
Milk!
"Milk, milk, milk, I must get more cows!"
But Ye Sangeng pinched his money bag, and his face turned bitter. After building the structures, he only had over 80 gold coins left. It was clearly not enough to raise enough cows.
After all, the black cow in front of him was just an ordinary working cow, only capable of pulling carts and plowing fields. Even though it could secrete milk during pregnancy, its quantity and quality were obviously not as good as a specialized milk cow.
And that kind of milk cow was expensive, so expensive that only a few people could afford it.
Snatching was impossible; it was too conspicuous. Therefore, the only option was to buy.
"Money..."
Ye Sangeng shook his head. As an undead with great potential, he would solve this problem sooner or later by nurturing his own forces.
"Lao Gu, don't drink for now. Since your waist is better, get up and teach me swordsmanship."
Ye Sangeng threw a long sword to Lao Gu and casually swung his own sword.
Up to now, he had treated the sword as a knife, focusing on chopping with stabbing as a secondary method. But Lao Gu's Ten Steps Through the Void Sword was obviously not so crude; it was faster, more flexible, and more agile.
One flash, ten steps, the sword collected heads, incredibly cool!
Then, Lao Gu, holding the sword, scratched his butt with the sword hilt...
"Hey, do you remember or not? Can you teach or not? Just that, swipe it quickly, one sword at a time."
Ye Sangeng reminded, and also imitated the action of Lao Gu sheathing the sword.
Lao Gu finally understood, stood up straight, lowered the sword with ease, and his feet formed a T-shape. A breeze blew by, and Ye Sangeng suddenly blinked. Lao Gu had disappeared from his eyes!
But he knew that Lao Gu hadn't moved; he was still there. It was just that his consciousness had inexplicably blocked Lao Gu, treating him as a roadside stone, seen but not taken to heart.
"Concealment? If this is used for assassination..."
Ye Sangeng took a cold breath.
Just based on this move, he could confirm that Lao Gu was no ordinary character. The so-called third-rate swordsman used the sword, the first-rate swordsman used intention, and the peerless
 swordsman had already merged with everything.
He was everything, everything was him, and everything could be a sword!
Such a figure could be called a saint!
"But..."
Ye Sangeng frowned.
"I can't even see it; what's the use of learning?!"