It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 1142 Cheers, the noble Lord of Plague has come to save you!
"What? The famine is like this and you still need to collect taxes?"

Gretel finally still had reason, and didn't ask this question out of his mouth.However, Cerilla, who was beside him, no longer cared about it, and blurted out:

"Don't they care that you starve to death?!"

Embarrassment flashed across the old priest's face, and he remained silent.Gretel shook his hand lightly, motioning to Cerilla not to ask, but Bernard interrupted:

"Hey, those big tribes collect taxes, who cares whether the small tribes below can live or not. It's like this even in the wilderness-you need his protection, you need his help to kill monsters, in short, you want If you live, you have to pay."

The old priest heaved a sigh of relief.Obviously, the news that "there are too many bastards in the world, not just our kingdom", calmed his self-esteem very well.He turned his head and coughed twice:

"Actually, we're alright... We're far away, and the place is barren. We only need to pay some monster products such as animal skins and teeth. The core area of ​​the kingdom, alas..."

This sigh made nine twists and eighteen turns, making Grete's imagination soar in an instant.What poll tax, land tax, and war tax have been received for 80 years;
Selling children and daughters without paying taxes, demolishing houses to lead oxen—no, this continent seems to have no cattle, that is to demolish houses and lead llamas;
The tax paid by the nobles is refunded in full, and the tax paid by the common people is divided into 37 points...

Of course, Gretel has no grand goal of liberating all mankind, nor does he want to express his opinion on how the native kingdom collects taxes.He just nodded slightly, and asked the old priest as if casually:
"Then now, has the potato crop situation improved?"

Well, if his memory is not wrong, the rotten potatoes seem to have something to do with some kind of bacteria—or some kind of fungus.The Great Irish Famine in the previous life seemed to be caused by the widespread spread of this fungus...

"No..." The old man sighed sadly.He rubbed his hands, and the whole person seemed to be a little more stooped, hunched over, and shrunk into a ball:
"We brought in some new potatoes from the bottom of the mountain and replanted them. We did get a lot of harvest at first. But it's only been a year. Most of the potatoes this year have rotted..."

Hmm, sounds more and more like it.Gretel rested his chin and murmured:

In my impression, if potatoes are continuously planted with the tubers of the previous generation, the variety will be too single and the disease resistance will gradually weaken.

At this time, there will be another potato disease, that is, mutual infection, one piece at a time.It would be a little better with new tubers, but Grete doubted very much that the fields where they planted potatoes hadn't been disinfected at all...

"Can you show me the raw potatoes?" He leaned forward, lowering his voice.Beside you, Udian and Cerilla coughed at the same time:
If you look at potatoes, you look at potatoes. Why do you act like a thief?VIPs like us want to see some potatoes, can they not let them see them? !
Gretel turned a deaf ear.Although he is a healer, not a natural priest in the traditional sense, he can still try to cure potatoes occasionally.

Of course, the premise is that the reason for the failure of the potato harvest is what he guessed, not some inexplicable factor.For example, if a little devil gnaws on potatoes or something, the Lord of Plague will solve these things, which is totally wrong.

Obviously, treating humans may not be popular, but looking at potatoes is not.

You Dian didn't say anything to stop him, and watched the old priest give a few words to send a basket of raw potatoes, and he took one himself, holding it in his hand and looking around:

"Did you feel it?"

he asked over his shoulder.Gretel shook his head very honestly, looking left and right, trying to find a place to put down the mage's cabin, open his workbench, centrifuge, microscope, a complete set of equipment——

Feel?

What is feeling?

He won't feel it. A potato is held in his hand. Is the shape normal or abnormal? Is the wrinkled skin diseased or has been stored for too long? Is the skin a little blue because it has deteriorated...

He has absolutely no idea!
"Not very active." A voice suddenly sounded beside him.Gretel turned his head quickly, and saw the elf spellcaster walking along the way, the taciturn Ms. Lothia, opened her golden mouth in a rare way:
"Polluted."

"Yes, I feel the same way." You Dian nodded again and again:

"Something is eroding and devouring its vitality, making it impossible for this potato to grow normally. It's good to store it like this now, so it won't rot immediately, but once it's buried in the ground..."

After being buried in the ground, with plenty of water and nutrients, these things that erode the vitality of potatoes will be more active than the potatoes themselves.

Before the potatoes take root, germinate, complete a life cycle, and then produce new potatoes, these things can eat up the potatoes and let them rot in the ground.

"Yes, I feel it too." You Dian nodded slightly.As a warrior, his mental power is not as delicate as that of a spellcaster, but it is sharp enough.

After saying this, the blue light in his hand was hazy, covering the egg-sized potato:
"Hmm... let me see if I can save it with the power of nature..."

The blue light enveloped, sweeping back and forth, washing away.Next to it, seven or eight pairs of eyes stared at the potato:
The old priest, the young warrior who was ordered to bring the potatoes, and the aborigine women looming beyond the bonfire outside the clearing.

Before Gretel set off from Nevis, he had been imbued with various magics such as "twilight vision" and "darkvision" on his body, and he could see at a glance, and there were also indigenous children who pulled their mother's skirts and watched eagerly. Potato saliva:
"Is this potato still edible?"

Looking dry and wrinkled, some places seem to have mildew spots, and some places seem to have sprouted and are a little green.Keep common sense on the few potatoes in Gretel, this thing can't be eaten, right?

"You can eat it, you can eat it!" The young soldier who sent the potatoes nodded vigorously:

"This potato is still good, enough for a meal! —Of course, this one is a bit inappropriate, but after being purified by the noble Lin Xing, it will definitely be fine!"

Gretel sighed silently.Even such moldy potatoes have to be eaten, which shows that the life of the local indigenous people has reached a certain level.In other words, I would rather be poisoned to death than starve to death...

Hope they can help.

He looked at Judian, who had obviously finished casting the spell, and nodded in satisfaction.Turning his body sideways, he handed the potato in his hand to Losia:
"You feel it, okay?"

The female elf mage gave him a blank look.Instead of reaching out to pick it up, I patted a cleaning technique to clean up the dust and dirt on the potatoes.Youdian smiled shyly "hehe":

"forget……"

Losia didn't say a word, her slender fingers landed on the potato, and stroked it lightly twice.The female elf nodded silently:

"Yes, yes. But, how much power do you have to deal with the potatoes that a tribe wants to grow?"

"..."

Judian was silent for a moment.For a moment, he worked hard to exercise the muscles on his face, and smiled at the caster next to him:
"Isn't there still you..."

"I won't do it." Losia's eyes instantly turned cold.The female elf flicked her long silver hair, turned her head and walked away, not participating in any discussion anymore.

"Hey--"

You Dian subconsciously stretched out his hand to keep him.Unexpectedly, Losia walked a few steps quickly, jumped onto an old tree outside the cave, and just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Youdian: "..."

He shrugged, turned around as if nothing had happened, and smiled at Gretel.Spreading out his hands, he made a helpless gesture:

"There's no way, pure nature spellcasters are like this, even reclaiming farmland to grow crops, they feel that they are destroying nature—hey, Gretel, what can you do? What are you doing?"

Gretel had already unfolded the mage's cabin and got in, leaving only Judian with his back.Behind him, Cerilla followed suit, followed quickly, stopped slightly at the door of the mage's hut, turned her head and gave You Dian a sweet smile:
"Let's go research! Research~~~ research! Don't worry, Gretel is amazing, and he will definitely figure it out!"

It's not that I'm worried... Youdian's raised arm fell weakly:
But, little Gretel, you took all the potatoes!Although I am just a warrior, I—according to human beings—are also a three-ring natural priest, and I can study together!

But Gretel obviously didn't have the idea of ​​taking him to study together.He and Cerilla entered the mage's hut one after the other, and the door of the hut disappeared and turned into a wall.The attitude is very obvious, that is, "don't disturb outsiders".

Youdian's long pointed ears stood up and then fell down, fell down and then stood up again, but he couldn't hear anything.He snorted unconvinced, sat down on the spot, closed his eyes——

Well, this time, the shaking of the earth gave him the answer.The people inside were walking around, walking around, and there was a sound of something hard clicking, probably cutting potatoes——

Buzz buzz, buzz buzz.You Dian pricked up his ears, guessing curiously.This movement.Maybe it is crushing, this movement may be grinding, this movement, could it be that the centrifuge is spinning?

"Don't make it too late!"

He yelled across the mage's cabin in vain, and he didn't know if the sound transmission function of this thing was turned on, and whether the people inside could hear it.Turning around, Bernard looked at him inexplicably:
"Sir, Boss and Miss Serila, they are not like this..."

"Of course I know!" Youdian rolled his eyes at him:
"I want to remind them, don't spend days and nights as soon as you start researching, pay attention to rest! Guy Gretel, you should remember that he is still a mage and needs enough sleep, right?"

Youdian didn't know if his worries had come true.All he knew was that the next morning, around noon, Gretel came out with a disheveled hair and a basket of potatoes:
"Where are the potato fields here?"

"Have you come up with the results of your research?"

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