BDSMST -Chapter 174 The Martial World’s “Agricultural Advisory Team”

Shi Daniu held the application form, still exuding the faint scent of ink, unsure where to place his hands or feet. His sun-darkened face stretched into a grin from ear to ear—simple, honest, and heartfelt. He carefully folded the form and tucked it into his chest as if it were a rare treasure, his every movement filled with reverence.

This scene was clearly observed by every martial artist present.

The Alliance Mandate was the supreme symbol of power in the martial world. Yet in Shi Daniu’s eyes, it was worth less than a single piece of paper granting him the chance to learn how to cultivate the land. This realization shattered the lingering illusions in many minds about dominating the martial world.

The crowd began to stir.

“Um… Steward Wang,” a middle-aged scholar wielding a judge’s brush stepped forward, a bit embarrassed, “I also want to ask—does this Agricultural Technology Academy offer any other courses besides the Advanced Training Class?”

Steward Wang stroked his beard, smiling, and produced a stack of brochures he had prepared in advance. “Of course! Our academy has departments for Crop Improvement, Water Conservancy Engineering, Livestock and Animal Husbandry, and Economic Crop Promotion. The curriculum is wide-ranging; there’s sure to be something suitable for everyone.”

The scholar took the brochure, eyes sparkling. “For example, in the Water Conservancy Department—if I wish to learn the method of building water carts to develop irrigation in my hometown, how would I enroll?”

“Well, well, that’s easy,” Wang replied.

This opening seemed to flip a switch.

“I-I-I! I’m strong, and I excel at chopping wood and opening mountain paths. Is there a course for this?” Meng Kuo of the Gale Blade Alliance also stepped forward, thinking his blade skills would be perfect for clearing forests and breaking paths.

“I have decent lightness skills; learning the sowing techniques would make me twice as effective!”

“Our sisters have some experience in weaving. We’d like to know about cotton cultivation and improvement methods…”

In an instant, Shen Qinghe and Steward Wang, who were responsible for registration, were surrounded, unable to move. These same martial heroes, who had been arguing yesterday over whose martial arts were superior, were now blushing fiercely as they competed for spots to learn farming techniques.

Watching this chaotic yet hopeful scene, Jiang Suisui and Gu Yan exchanged a glance and saw the same smile reflected in each other’s eyes.

That evening, the Gu family study was brightly lit.

“Has everyone been settled?” Jiang Suisui asked, bringing a cup of calming ginseng tea to Gu Yan.

“Yes,” Gu Yan replied, taking the cup. The warmth spread from his hands to his heart. “Most of them want to stay, but the estate is limited. Not everyone can remain. They also have their hometowns and sects; staying long-term isn’t practical.”

This was exactly the problem Jiang Suisui had been thinking about. Woniu Village could serve as a model and a training base, but its ultimate goal was to expand this system, not to become an isolated utopia.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the desk as a brand-new idea began to take shape in her mind.

“Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime,” Jiang Suisui said. “We don’t need all of them to stay as villagers. We need them to be sparks.”

“Sparks?” Gu Yan looked puzzled.

“Yes.” Jiang Suisui stood and walked to the large map of Daxia hanging on the wall. “Look here—the Sichuan Basin. The soil is fertile, but the mountain roads are treacherous, and many areas are hard to cultivate. Over there, the northwest frontier, it’s dry and rainfall is scarce, desperately needing irrigation. And Lingnan, with its heavy miasma, has limited crop diversity.”

Her finger slowly traced the map. “These people come from all over the country. Their martial skills are deadly in the jianghu, but applied elsewhere, they become tools for construction. The palm techniques of the Kongtong Sect can be used to break rocks and build canals. Huashan sword techniques can clear roots in forested land. Those skilled in kicking techniques can compact levees. Why not organize them?”

Gu Yan’s eyes lit up as he immediately understood Jiang Suisui’s meaning. “You mean… forming a… martial organization specifically for ‘construction’?”

“We can call it an ‘Agricultural Advisory Team,’” Jiang Suisui smiled. “Woniu Village will serve as the main base, responsible for training and certification. Each course will be tailored to the martial skills of each sect and individual. For example, let the Kongtong elder specialize in learning how to use his palm strikes most efficiently for stone extraction and issue a certificate as a ‘Level-One Rock-Breaking Consultant.’”

“Once trained, they can return to their hometowns or be dispatched by ‘Tianxia No.1 Manor.’ We’ll coordinate with local authorities to undertake projects like irrigation and land reclamation that are difficult for local communities. They contribute their skills and labor, while we provide advanced tools, seeds, and logistical support. Profits will be shared according to contribution.”

Gu Yan felt a surge of excitement at this plan.

It didn’t just give martial artists a new path—it unified the entire jianghu’s strength into a force that could serve national construction. If properly guided, this power could unleash unimaginable potential.

“This way, they can earn a living honorably with their abilities, benefit the people, and gain recognition from both the government and the populace,” Jiang Suisui concluded. “This is the true meaning of ‘The greatest heroes serve the country and the people.’”

Gu Yan watched his wife speak before the map. In her eyes, he seemed to see countless villages lit by lanterns and golden waves of wheat. He realized that fighting so hard to marry her had been the best decision of his life.

The next day, when Jiang Suisui’s “Agricultural Advisory Team” plan was officially announced on the bulletin board, Woniu Village erupted with excitement.

“Earn your living with skill, and get rewards from the government too? I’m in!” Meng Kuo slapped his thigh and was the first to rush to the registration desk.

“I volunteer to be a ‘Level-Two Root-Clearing Consultant’!” The frail scholar waved his fan and followed closely.

Thus began a vigorous transformation movement—from “martial artist” to “agricultural expert”—in Woniu Village. They received temporary student badges issued by the village and were assigned to different “practice bases” based on their “specialties”: quarries, back-mountain forests, or canal construction sites.

Watching the bustling scene, Li Er, hands on his waist, sighed to his brothers: “Back in the capital, we were just playing chicken and dog fights. Now, we’re managing these future ‘agricultural advisors.’ This status is way higher than before!”

No sooner had he spoken than two trainees from the advisory team began arguing again by the field, debating whether “smoothing the ridges with sword qi is more efficient, or chopping with a blade is faster.”

Li Er hurried over, skillfully separating the two. “How many times have I told you? No martial arts outside the experimental zones! If you want to compete, go to that test field. Two acres have just been prepared—whoever finishes first wins; the loser handles tonight’s pig feed!”

The two originally tense “advisors” exchanged glances, silently sheathed their weapons, picked up hoes, and ran to the test field as fast as the wind.