Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

The only difference was that this plot of farmland was clearly much larger. Its 20-square-meter area was equivalent to four D-Class plots.

"Wow, it’s huge..."

Xu Jun couldn’t help but marvel.

Chen Chong immediately took out the small wooden shovel Jia Wen had made and started transplanting the sweet potato seedlings.

C-Class farmland wasn’t just larger—its daily growth bonus for crops also increased from 20% to 50%.

If the sweet potato seedlings could survive the transplant, he would be able to harvest mature sweet potatoes much sooner.

Of course, to hedge against transplant failure, Chen Chong didn’t move all of them. He only dug up and replanted half in the C-Class farmland.

Just then, Zhang Meng, who had just stepped out of the kitchen, jumped in surprise.

Seeing the large, new plot of farmland that had suddenly appeared, he froze on the spot.

"Holy cow. It’s only been half an hour, how did things change so much?"

"Brother Chong, where did you guys get so many buildings and Vacant Land Cards?"

"Back when the Fighting Club had so many people, we never got this many buildings even when we pooled all our daily settlement rewards. I feel like if you guys had another year or so, you could build a whole new world inside this house."

Chen Chong and Xu Jun just smiled without saying anything, their gazes falling to the bag in his hands.

"Is that..."

"Oh, this is the first batch of salt we just produced. There isn’t much, only about ten pounds or so. What do you think?"

Chen Chong took the bag and saw it was filled with yellowish, coarse salt.

Compared to modern refined salt, the coarse salt granules were larger, felt rougher to the touch, and its color wasn’t as pure.

He pinched a little and put it in his mouth... The taste was slightly bitter.

Zhang Meng explained from the side, "I did my best to remove the impurities. While it’s not perfectly clean, it’s definitely fine for curing meat and seasoning."

"Not bad," Chen Chong nodded.

After all, this wasn’t modern salt production; it was inevitable that traditional methods couldn’t completely remove all impurities. It was good enough as long as most of the harmful substances were gone.

Just as Zhang Meng had said, the coarse salt couldn’t compare to its modern, refined counterpart, but it was definitely fine for everyday use.

"You know, for some reason, I feel like the coarse salt from this well is higher quality than the salt from the Fighting Club’s well. Theirs isn’t just yellowish, it’s also got some black ash in it..."

Chen Chong recalled the box of salt Fan Kai had brought over. Compared to the salt produced from his own Salt Well, it was indeed murkier and had more impurities.

’Maybe my Salt Well Card is a higher level than theirs, so the brine quality is naturally better.’

It was his ninth day here, and Chen Chong had a rough understanding of the Card levels.

It wasn’t just a simple division into A-Level, B-Level, and C-Class.

Even within the same class, seemingly identical Cards could have differences.

The exact difference depended on the Rating received during the settlement.

For C-Class, for example, there were three tiers: C+, C, and C-.

’Perhaps the Fighting Club’s Salt Well was the lowest tier, a C-, while mine is a C+...’

"Salt is a critical resource. We need a large quantity, whether for our own use or to trade for other resources. Make as much as you can."

Zhang Meng nodded. "Got it. Usually, the laborer makes salt here alone while we’re out, but I’ll help him whenever I’m around. After we finish this business with hunting the Giant Catfish, I’ll bring Huang Mao and we’ll work overtime to get it done!"

"Okay. Thanks for your hard work."

"Don’t mention it. It’s what I’m supposed to do..."

Everyone went back to their tasks, and before long, Jia Wen had dinner ready.

It was the usual broth, stewed with Fear Wolf meat and bones.

As it happened, Huang Mao returned just then.

"Perfect timing. Just in time for dinner!" Xu Jun teased.

Huang Mao pulled up a stool and sat at the table. "Brother Chong, Zhong Fang is in the Fishing Club’s room. I told him we picked over a hundred pounds of Vermilion Fruit and asked him to come discuss the plan to hunt the Giant Catfish. He said he’ll be over in a little while."

Chen Chong nodded. "Let’s eat first. Barring any surprises, we’ll have to head out again this afternoon."

He already had the rough outline of a plan for hunting the Unihorn Catfish.

But as for the practical details, he would have to go scout the location in person...

The seven of them gathered around the dining table and began to eat. No one spoke, and no one wasted the food in their bowls.

Even though it had only been nine days since they’d been transported here, everyone had developed the habit of treasuring food. After all, they had all experienced true hunger.

Even Chen Chong and Xu Jun, who didn’t seem to be short on food, had meticulously rationed their meals for the first two days to save supplies.

It wasn’t until they later hunted the Moose that their food reserves at home became abundant...

Nearby, the Tiger Striped Dog gnawed on a piece of Terror Wolf King meat Chen Chong had specially cooked for it.

The Lion-headed Goose contentedly munched on a bundle of fresh grass just cut from the pasture.

Chen Chong didn’t forget about Shen Xinrou and her handmaiden downstairs, either. He had the laborer take down two bowls of broth with large chunks of Fear Wolf meat for them...

...

"Brother Chong, the people from the Fishing Club are here! They’re waiting for us downstairs!"

Huang Mao hurried over.

Chen Chong, who had been squatting by the mud pit observing eel holes, stood up at the news and walked out of the house with Xu Jun.

Downstairs, Zhong Fang was sitting on a nearby planter with seven or eight members of the Fishing Club.

Piled up beside them were about ten fish boxes.

"Brother, have you eaten? If not, come on over to our club for some pickled fish."

Remembering the... unique style of their pickled fish, Chen Chong quickly waved his hands in refusal.

"No, thanks. I can’t get used to that stuff. You guys keep it for yourselves. Inside these fish boxes... Is that Vermilion Fruit?"

At a look from Zhong Fang, two members lifted the fish box lids, revealing they were packed full of red fruit.

Chen Chong was taken aback when he saw them. It really was Vermilion Fruit?

He had a fish box like this himself, so he naturally knew how much it could hold.

It could usually hold over a hundred pounds of fish. Even if the Vermilion Fruit wasn’t as dense, a full box had to weigh at least forty or fifty pounds.

’Ten boxes... wouldn’t that be nearly five hundred pounds?’

"You picked this much?"

The Fishing Club’s harvest far exceeded Chen Chong’s expectations. He had originally thought they would pick two or three hundred pounds in two days, but they had nearly doubled that amount.

’Bringing the Fishing Club in on the Unihorn Catfish hunt was definitely the right choice. Otherwise, with just the six of us picking, who knows how long it would have taken to gather this much.’

Zhong Fang said, "Brother, you have no idea. Ever since you left that day, I immediately gathered everyone in the club, had them drop everything they were doing, and put all our effort into searching the Primitive Jungle for Vermilion Fruit."

"Over the past two days, everyone worked really hard. We found about twenty different places—mud pits, wetlands, swamps, and the like—of all sizes. And just like you said, that stuff really does grow there."

"To be honest, I estimate we’ve picked clean all the Vermilion Fruit within a two-kilometer radius of the school. If you hadn’t sent someone to notify me, I was planning to have my people search even farther away..."

Chen Chong shook his head. "There’s no need to pick any more. The weather is hot, and the fruit won’t last long after being picked. Add that to the hundred-plus pounds I have, and this should be enough."

Zhong Fang looked at some of the already shriveling Vermilion Fruit in the fish boxes and couldn’t help but nod. "That’s true. If we let them sit for three to five days, I’m afraid they’ll all rot. I don’t know if the Giant Catfish will be affected after eating them, but it’ll definitely get diarrhea."

Chen Chong ignored Zhong Fang’s bad joke. Staring at the ten boxes of Vermilion Fruit, he wondered just how much they would be able to weaken the Unihorn Catfish.

’Six or seven hundred pounds of Vermilion Fruit will definitely put the Unihorn Catfish into a weakened state.’

’But how long it would take to kick in, how weak this "weakened state" would actually be, and how long it would last—those were all unknowns.’

Hunting an Extraordinary Creature over ten meters long like the Unihorn Catfish meant that every step of the process was fraught with enormous risk.

But that wasn’t even the biggest problem. The real issue was how to trap the Unihorn Catfish.

Otherwise, even if they managed to get it to eat the Vermilion Fruit, all their efforts would be for nothing if the Unihorn Catfish sensed something was wrong or felt danger and escaped to the bottom of the massive river.

Only by getting it to eat the Vermilion Fruit and trapping it when the weakness set in—preventing it from returning to the deep-water areas—would they have a chance to break off its horn, and perhaps even...

...kill it for good!

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