I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

"Like pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and geese, the total number has shockingly surpassed 300,000!"

"Cluck-cluck!" "Moo!"

The animals' cries rose and fell one after another.

The villagers were thrilled to bits; they had never seen so many animals in their lives.

But as soon as they heard they couldn't eat them, it was like Ice and Fire. Their faces immediately fell.

"Everyone, I want you all to live longer! Don't covet that bit of food! Times have changed, and if we work hard, we can have meat every day!"

"Of course, if you're not afraid of dying, killing a few pigs to eat won't be a problem either."

The square was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere, and many people burst into laughter.

Everyone isn't foolish; with such a hopeful future, who would care about that toxic meat?

However, after accepting this batch of livestock, planning the living space in Sky City became a top priority.

Lu Yuan was not willing to make his home reek and have it littered with animal excrement everywhere.

"Allocate a suitable area to breed these guys. Do we still have enough food in the storage?" Lu Yuan remembered that a lot of food had been taken to feed the insects before the war."

"Captain Lu, no problem, we've also found quite a bit of food from the Empire! The quality isn't the best, but it's enough to sustain them!"

Lu Yuan smiled; he'd been too busy lately and had forgotten about this: "The issue of biological contamination must be dealt with."

"I certainly don't want Sky City to be flying while dumping feces downward!"

"If a bigger gust of wind comes along, the feces might blow back onto us..."

"This is our homeland, we must keep it clean. If the streets are full of cow dung, the real owner of Sky City, Miss Conch, is going to be upset."

This command from Lu Yuan really racked everyone's brains—according to traditional breeding methods, it was definitely a miasma-filled situation.

A few engineering team leaders couldn't help but laugh involuntarily and thought it made some sense.

Luckily, it was "Super-thinker" Desert who came up with a solution: Decompose the animals- Decompose the plants- Organic fertilizer, a multi-step treatment method.

The so-called "Animal and Plant Decomposition" consisted of three steps. The first uses an insect called "Dung Beatle" and a plant called "Mud Horse Grass" to decompose most of the livestock's fecal matter.

"Dung Beatle" is a local mutant creature with excellent disease resistance and strong reproductive capabilities.

"Mud Horse Grass" is a high-speed growing mutated grass that can grow in saline-alkaline soils and is not easy to overdose on; it grows rapidly.

The second step involves feeding the "Dung Beatle" to those creatures that consume oil and letting them produce nutrient-rich organics.

Third, these organic substances are fed to the Insect Soldier "Leviathan."

Of course, the Insect Soldiers also need to defecate, but due to their physiological makeup, the feces that "Leviathan" excretes are nitrogen-rich, high-quality chemical fertilizers.

"Captain Lu, we need at least one Leviathan in an alert state. The compost produced from their feces has excellent effects and might boost crop yields by more than 50%."

Lu Yuan's face twitched, and with a grand gesture, he let them get on with it.

Privately, he muttered, "What kind of bizarre tech tree is this?"

He felt out of touch with the times, increasingly unable to understand this technological path.

...

This war changed everything.

It brought wealth as well as a motive for advancement.

Many kids who were not very diligent and disliked studying seemed inspired and suddenly became studious!

Even after school, you could still hear the clear sound of reading in some corners.

One day, "Super-thinker" Desert, back home and responsible for the power grid, felt quite exhausted after a taxing day.

Especially now with a severe shortage of talent, every drop of water he drank seemed to turn into sweat; he nearly needed ten people to handle it all.

Yet, this life was fulfilling, allowing everyone to grow through practice.

"Ah, if only we had more talented people."

"Ding-dong!"

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Opening it, he found a few neighbors at his door, bringing a bottle of rice wine with them.

Human civilization naturally had no surplus grain for brewing; these items were found in the "Imperial City" and put on sale in the supermarket for the civilians.

"Desert bro, care for some rice wine?"

"Hey, so generous today, ten bucks a bottle!"

The two neighbors were both in the civil corps, but after the war ended, there weren't many tasks left for the Civilian Corps.

Lacking enough education to find decent jobs, they were a bit restless.

The leader of the two, named Fang Dazhuang, said: "I want to contribute to society! But asking me to learn maths and science, I really don't have the brains for it. Big bro Desert, got any good leads?"

"Contribute? It looks like you want to make some money. But in this era without education, what can you guys possibly do?"

Desert poured himself a cup and downed it in one gulp; the rice wine actually had a pretty good taste.

He ate a few peanuts, which were crunchy.

He comforted them again, saying, "But wanting to make money isn't a bad thing."

Both young men showed dejected expressions, realizing that even smart people like Brother Desert had no leads; they truly were being left further and further behind by the times.

However, the best time for humans to learn is actually in childhood, when learning habits aren't developed, patience tends to wane as one ages.

Desert racked his brain and began to meditate, as if countless ideas were flickering through his mind. This was the strength of "Super-thinker," this divine skill filled their minds with brilliant ideas.

Suddenly, he had a brainwave.

"There are some traditional businesses... it all depends on whether you can endure hardship or not."

"We definitely can, we're not afraid of hard work!"

"What I mean is using your brains, not physical labor... You should have experienced the human mother civilization scenarios in Green Grass Paradise, right?"

"Of course, with all the bright lights and tall buildings, there's too much to see!" The man's eyes widened as he recalled his past experience lesson, "Standing on top of a skyscraper nearly blinded me, made me feel like an idiot."

"Damn, even got scolded severely by a teacher for jaywalking!"

Desert gestured and laughed, "What the human mother civilization had, and we don't, we can try to import. It's just like starting a business."

"But we don't know how... cars, trains, planes, how could we possibly make them?" Fang Dazhuang widened his eyes.

"Oh, big brother, you mean, like opening a footbath city? A restaurant?" another person chimed in, "Cutting hair, washing feet? Like a KFC? But will people really come?"

He remembered the footbath city the most vividly, the place even had so many varieties... including girls washing hair personally.

Truly, it was the human mother civilization!

Desert looked at the expressions of the two men and sighed inwardly, wondering why there was such a big difference between people...

Opening a barbershop or restaurant here clearly wasn't appropriate.

Because currently there was no such spending power, everyone just had a crew cut and was done; eating at the cafeteria with its big pot rice was cheaper, only fifty cents a meal.

He snapped his fingers, "I mean jobs that are urgently needed, essential, or even those that could be incorporated by the government."

"Big brother, just say it straight, we're slow!"

"For example, propaganda. We don't have television or radio now; what we urgently need is a newspaper... The human mother civilization had newspapers, right?"

The two guys gasped, slowly understanding, "Brother, you're really smart! But we've only just learned how to write, not really able to write articles."

Even the address "big brother" came out, showing how happy they were.

The idea was absolutely viable!
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Yet Desert said coldly, "If you don't even want to write articles, you'd better go farm. Writing articles, if you just push yourself, will come out! You just don't want to think!"

"Come on, let me give you some ideas about what to write."

Thus, after an hour of discussion, the two left with frenzied expressions.

Without a printer, without the printing press, after a night of hard work.

The first newspaper of the 18 human civilizations was born!

Green Daily!

Although poorly written, it had five reports, including "Cooking methods at KFC," "How strong Leviathan is," "Love story of the Guo Family's widow," "How powerful a Sixth-level Grandmaster is," and "Simulation of a fight between a Grandmaster and a cannon..."

Amateur group, scribbling nonsense.

One must admit, Desert was a genius; from the very first publication, they grasped the true essence of journalism—capturing the public's attention.

The next day, Lu Yuan saw the noisy crowd and was also captivated by the "widow's love story," "How much for this?"

He planned to buy it as a gift for Conch Girl.

"Fifty cents a copy, Captain Lu!"

"That expensive, who are you trying to rip off?" Lu Yuan was shocked, "How many people would buy it?!"

"Captain Lu, it's hand-copied! We can only make a few copies a day!" The two were woebegone, having not slept all night, their eyes red from exhaustion.

Lu Yuan thought for a moment, humans indeed needed newspapers to enhance the flow of information, and although these two weren't educated, their writing was passable, "Well then, I can lend you the Opium poppy printer, it'll sell better if it's cheaper."

"But news publishing needs to be reviewed, don't fabricate stories!"

"Once it's done, you're allowed to sell it at the Green Grass Supermarket!"

"Yes! Captain Lu!" The two were incredibly excited and hurried off.

This was a great attempt!

The price of the newspaper was finally set at 0.1 yuan; indeed not high, they sold over a thousand copies in one day!

It injected a significant amount of fresh energy into the meager spiritual entertainment.

Gossip was just too eye-catching; suddenly, "How strong Leviathan is" became the most popular topic among the common folk during post-dinner conversations!