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

Chapter 844 The Acorn-Eating Pig and the Acorn-Eating Man (Burst 35)

The speed of the Silver Dragon Express is really outstanding.

The council's original plan was to sail out of the long fjord outside Nevis into the deep sea in one night, and then land in the port in the north of Aioland in a whole day.

Then, take the carriage arranged by the Mage Tower at the port, and drive overland for two days.Changing horses along the road, people stop the car, speed up and go on the road.It is reckoned that on the morning of the third day, they will be able to reach Luosi Kangling——

Generally speaking, the speed of middle-level mages traveling by themselves will not exceed the arrangement of the council.And it seems that there is no need to send the airship alone for this matter.

As a result, Gretel took the silver dragon and flew away!Silver Dragon!Adult Silver Dragon!The flying speed of adult dragons is several grades faster than the council's changing boats and then cars, and people stopping cars without stopping!

"By the way, did we forget something just now..."

Watching the graceful figure of the silver dragon sinking into the clouds, mage Norwood and Aurora stood side by side, fascinated.After a long time, Aurora patted her forehead and murmured:
"I always feel like I've overlooked something..."

"By the way! Judging meeting! Notify the judging meeting!" Master Norwood returned to his senses later than him.Although it was later to recover, but because of rich social experience, it was earlier to think of what happened:
"Boss and the others are taking the silver dragon! We will arrive tonight, at the slowest and the slowest, and we can arrive tomorrow morning! - You must inform the mage tower over there, guide them, and point them to their destination!"

"Yeah, but don't fly too far..."

The two were in a hurry.Hurry up, contact Archmage Carlisle, ask him to contact the review meeting, and pass the news over quickly!

Don't let people here, there is no one who is sent by the parliament!
Gretel reached Rothcomb early the next morning. ——Most of the time was indeed spent on correcting the direction.

Fall down, find a mage tower, and ask for directions; fly for a while and feel something is wrong, then fall, find another mage tower, and ask for directions...

And it's too late to toss, find a place to open the [Shelter Cabin] to sleep, and fly tomorrow when I get up.

In this way, you can find the place. I can only sigh that the shape of the mage tower in this world is special enough, and the fluctuation of mana is obvious enough. It is really easy to find.

The Mage Tower led by Luo Sikang has obviously received the urgent news from the parliament.Three piles of bonfires were lit outside the mage tower, red, blue and white, and the three-color smoke column went straight up, guiding the direction for the guests flying from afar.

When Cerilla restrained her wings and gradually landed, the master of the mage tower, a level 8 magician, had already stood outside the tower with four or five disciples, looking forward to it.

"You guys are finally here!" As soon as the wind from the dragon wings subsided, the level 8 mage stepped forward quickly, speaking in a hurry:

"Thank you for the support sent by the parliament! We have communicated with Earl Rothcomb many times, and he has always disagreed, and we can't interfere too much..."

His hair is messy, his eyes are bloodshot, and he doesn't know whether it's because of the bad negotiation in the past few days, or because of the experiment day and night.Gretel also rushed forward and saluted slightly:
"Yes, I am representing the Council. Where is the Earl? Shall we see him at once?"

"Earl..." The host of the Mage Tower was a little embarrassed.His eyes swept over Cerilla, who fell to the ground and turned into a human form, Bernard, and Apa, and quickly greeted them with his eyes.Then he half turned his body and raised his hand to the mage tower:

"The Earl is a devout believer. At this time, he should be praying in the Temple of Spring Water. Moreover, according to the etiquette of the nobles, he should submit the greeting card in advance, and come to the door after the other party responds..."

Gretel almost wanted to say, "it's this time, so don't care about etiquette".But think about it, killing them without saying hello seems like smashing the field;

When he went back to his hometown to visit, the viscount sent someone to the door that day, intending to invite him to a dinner and disturb his family reunion.At that time, his mood was also extremely angry;
Do unto others, do not impose on others.Just wait, wait, please, just please.

He nodded reluctantly, and followed the archmage into the mage tower.After the two sides chatted, coupled with the information given by the council, Gretel realized that the situation was far simpler and more troublesome than he thought:

First of all, Rothcomb County is vast and sparsely populated - the entire county covers nearly 2500 square kilometers of land and has a population of only about 200,000.Excluding nobles, temples, mages, and warriors, apart from these masters, the poor peasants probably have...

18?

"Can't feed 180,000 people?"

Gretel asked in astonishment. 2500 square kilometers, on average, there are only 80 people per square kilometer!

One square kilometer, 80 people, not to mention farming, even if it is climbing trees to catch birds, diving into water to catch fish, eating grass roots and bark, this famine can be overcome!
How do you do it, can there be hungry people, victims of disasters, and refugees? If you can't handle it, you need to ask the parliament to send someone? !

"This one……"

The host mage smiled awkwardly:
"Well, things are more complicated... In short, you will know when you see the earl..."

Gretel did feel that something was wrong.This county not only has a small population, but is also poor—ordinarily speaking, the mage tower in a county city should have a level of 10 or higher.This one in front of me is only level 8?
Even Hartland City, where Gretel was born, is a barren and remote hinterland where even sea fish are rarely seen every day. Newman County, where it belongs, and the hosts of the mage towers in the county are all above level 10.This one, level 8?
Parallel imports?Or is Rothcomb County too poor to support people and mages?Or, it's not that the place is too barren, but a man-made disaster?

Gretel's doubts, when the Earl's Mansion invited him to a banquet, decisively turned to the direction of man-made disasters.Earl Rothcomb was very enthusiastic. As soon as he received the post from the Mage Tower, he immediately sent someone to invite him—and he sent the best carriage in the Earl's Mansion.

The dark walnut wood, the thin gold and silver threads are coiled into a magic circle, but it is as smooth as a mirror when touched casually.Once in the car, the temperature and the outside world are immediately two worlds, and the magic of [cold and heat resistance] has been added all year round.

Gretel let out a sigh of relief.This carriage is not a big deal in Nevis, and almost five-level mages can afford it—that's because Nevis has concentrated a large number of low-level mages, mage apprentices, and handicraftsmen.

But here?

A county with a mere 200,000 people needs to feed nobles, mage towers, temples and troops, and maintain such a high level of consumption?By what?
Gretel soon learned what to rely on.Rothconshire has a special product, and that special product is quite famous——

At the banquet at the Earl's Mansion, a servant in an embroidered livery pushed a ham on a trolley with a special silver bracket, passed by the guests one by one, and showed it to everyone.

The chef wearing a white top hat—looking at his clothes, he should also be a nobleman, a so-called food manager—stands up and smiles:
"Look, gentlemen, the hooves of this ham are pure black, evidence of the black-footed pig, a specialty of the Rothcomb region. This pig grows in the sparsely wooded oak pastures, grows up on wild herbs and olives, and grows up when the acorns are ripe. When they are, they feed almost exclusively on acorns..."

Gretel's eyes drooped and he remained calm, but he frowned secretly in his heart.Growing up in Oak Ranch?Feed only on acorns?
The oak tree is the sacred tree of the Church of the God of Nature. This kind of black-footed pig occupies a large area of ​​oak pastures. Does the Church of the God of Nature know?

——Of course, at this banquet, there was indeed no priest of the God of Nature.I don't know if he was busy helping the refugees and didn't care about it at all, or if he couldn't get along with the Earl's Mansion and ignored him at all.

The chef continued to introduce with a faint proud smile:

"The hind legs of this kind of pigs are cured with pure rock salt, hung in a quiet, almost constant temperature, underground wine cellar, and oiled regularly by the best craftsmen, adjusting the hanging position and the surface of the meat. Towards. Let the ham slowly mature in the natural environment—”

He raised his voice a little bit:
"The best quality ham needs to be matured in such an environment for four full years."

It sounds very similar to the commentary of "The Bite of the Tongue" or "The Flavor of the Bite"... Gretel showed a smile that met the expectations of society, and quickly calculated in his heart:
Eat only acorns, how many acorns does a pig eat during fattening?How much forest land will it occupy?

Obviously, these woodlands cannot be cultivated. Then, in addition to pig farming, how much land is there for farming in the whole Ruthcon County?

Damn, there is too little data to calculate.It would be nice to know the annual ham production here...

During Gretel's rapid calculation, the chef took a sharp knife from the waiter and lightly stroked a batch on the surface of the ham.The sharp knife entered the meat, the process was smooth and silky, after a small piece of ham with a sallow crust was sliced ​​off, another sharp knife was changed, and it was gently crossed——

He holds a knife in his right hand, and a special square silver tweezers in his left hand, holding sliced ​​ham.The ham is as thin as paper, slightly translucent, and endless.Apparently the Cutter's hand was very strong and steady.

Maybe a knight?
Gretel thought nonchalantly.

“Black pigs fed on herbs, olives and acorns, carefully cured and aged, the flesh color ranges from pink to rose red, with white fat and beautiful marbling.”

The second son of the earl took over the introduction and smiled at everyone:

"The meat is light and soft, mixed with the unique acorn aroma, and the taste is extremely delicate. Taste it empty mouth, and you can directly feel its unique flavor. Everyone, please."

Speaking of which, the chef has already sliced ​​a piece of translucent ham that is one inch wide and half a foot long, and with a slight shake, it is rolled on the slicing knife.Under the gesture of the host, it was delivered to the most distinguished guest who came from afar today——Gretel.

The chef bowed slightly, and fixed the ham in front of Gretel without moving. With a smile on his face, he gestured with his eyes:

Smell it, then eat it.

Gretel was also somewhat knowledgeable, biting off the piece of ham without changing his expression under the cover of the mage's armor.After chewing it, it was really good, very tender and delicious, but it didn't seem to be what they said it was.

Olive aroma?

Acorn aroma?

Rich and refined flavours?

what is that?
"Wouldn't they be blowing this smell?"

Celera's thin voice reached her ears through magic sound transmission.Gretel almost laughed.Well, to determine if it really has this special flavor, or if the seller is boasting about it, you should try a double-blind review...

Putting Jinhua ham, Yunnan Xuanwei ham, and this kind of ham together, it is best to use a specially adjusted raw food method.Then, blindfolded, not allowed to see, only allowed to taste, tell me what kind of ham it is?
He looked sideways, and saw Cerilla frowning her slender eyebrows, chewing twice, stopping for a while, chewing twice again, her face full of confusion.Chew a couple more times...

Hey, it's gone!

I haven't tasted it yet!

"Ah, is Miss Elf interested in our specialties?" The owner raised his voice with a smile:

"Anda, another slice for the beautiful Elf lady!"

It is a matter of course for everyone to give special care to ladies who come from afar.As for Bernard, he is not so lucky: one piece is only enough for one bite, whether you chew it slowly or swallow it whole.

After a round of empty mouth tasting, Gretel saw ham with honeydew melon (this year's honeydew melon is not good, so let's just eat it), ham with red wine, ham with bread and other eating methods.

It's still the same feeling as before.It's really good, but the legendary ham fat melts slowly in the mouth, rich and layered taste, gradually blooming like a flower bud, accompanied by the unique fragrance of fruit trees, Gretel didn't taste it at all.

It seemed that the distinguished guest was not satisfied with the meal, the second son of the earl thought for a moment, and then gave a few instructions in a low voice.Soon, another cart was pushed out.This time, the second son of the earl got up himself and took the sharp knife for the piece of meat:

"Of course, Rothcomb's delicacies, the treasures of the treasures, are the only ones that are good enough to serve as a feast for the queen and a sacrifice for the gods. ——Dear guests, please taste."

Another meager slice of ham was wrapped around the tip of the knife and brought to Gretel.This time, Gretel just sniffed lightly, and he smelled the familiar strange fragrance.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at each other.The second son of the earl, who has reached middle age and has been in charge of the family business for more than 20 years, nodded slightly and smiled:

"This is a carefully selected magic pig cub that grew in the oak forest in our family's ancestral land. Since childhood, it has been drinking spring water with magic power, and it has eaten the fruit of the oak tree that has more than one hundred years of strange power."

Gretel chewed on the ham and closed his eyes slightly.One click, two clicks, three clicks.The fresh and natural breath filled the mouth, even he, a nearly fake priest of the God of Nature, would not mistake that power——

Ancestral land?

The ancestral land of your family?
Woodlands watered by magical springs, oaks with strange powers?

He opened his eyes, and covered the coldness in his eyes with a polite smile:
"Very impressive taste."

"Yes, yes." The earl's second son was full of pride:
"Forty thousand hams are produced in the whole of Rusconne County every year - only the carefully crafted hind legs can be called Roscombe hams, and the front legs can only be called black-footed pig hams. And the ham of this kind of devil pig, less than one year Hundreds."

"It's a great honor to taste it.—I think, I'll remember the taste."

Except for the acorn ham, the rest of the dishes at the banquet were lackluster.Grete was unwilling to eat, but the others at the banquet ate with gusto.After finally finishing eating, everyone turned into the living room, and Gretel couldn't wait to ask a question:
"Entrusted by the Magic Council, I came here from Nevis to take over the task of relocating and transporting the hungry. May I ask how many poor people there are currently unable to survive, and when will the transport begin?"

"This……"

The host of the banquet, the second son of Earl Rothcomb, Knight Peña, froze his smile.He looked to the left for help, and the archbishop of the God of War Temple looked straight ahead, turning a deaf ear to him;
Looking to the right again, the archbishop of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring gave him a wry smile, and gave him a "helpless" look.

The host of the local mage tower stood beside the special envoy of the parliament, staring at him coldly.It seemed that there was a lot of resentment accumulated, but he didn't complain immediately.

"This... is more troublesome..."

He bit the bullet and looked around and said to him:
"The local area is basically tenant farmers. As you know, tenant farmers are not allowed to leave the territory at will...According to the kingdom's laws and customary rules, the tenants belong to the lord...As you can see, I am only the second son of my father. Be the master of this..."

"That's right! Liberate the tenants, or allow them to relocate. Only the head of the family can decide on such matters, and Peña cannot exceed his power!" Another guest who participated in the banquet spoke up.

Gretel remembered that before the banquet, he was introduced as the third son of a local viscount.The other few who echoed or nodded were not the nobles who inherited the title, either the second son or the youngest son.

"What about the Earl himself?" Gretel ignored the guest, looked straight at the Peña Knight:
"Or, what about his eldest son, the heir to the title?"

"Father and elder brother are both in the capital." Seeing that the other party didn't force him to make a decision, the Peña knight obviously became more courageous, and looked up at Gretel:
"As nobles, they need to fulfill their obligations. They are in the capital almost all year round. Not only father and eldest brother, the nobles in this area are not in Aioland Island almost all year round."

Gretel frowned.He looked around and saw several noble heirs, as well as the two archbishops of the temple, nodding slightly, knowing that this was the truth.After thinking about it, he asked with a glimmer of hope:
"What about the free people? Are there any free people who are in trouble, can't survive, and need to relocate?"

"My lord, you are joking. ——Since you are a free citizen, why can't you survive? If you really can't survive, you have already become a tenant farmer, so how can you move around casually?"

Gretel choked on his throat.He looked around silently, his eyes swept over everyone present one by one, and raised a cool smile:

"Since this is the case, I will not force you to do things beyond your authority. —Mr. Knight, everyone, do you mind if I walk around in Ruscon County?"

"Of course, of course! We'll arrange guides—"

"No need. I won't get lost in Rothconshire."

Gretel held his breath and walked away.He recruited two phantom horses and rode alongside Cerilla. Bernard followed behind on Apa, and rushed out immediately.After running along the sparse oak forest for an unknown amount of time, Cerilla's ears suddenly pricked up, and she reined in her horse tightly:

"Gretel, do you hear that?"

"what?"

"There--"

Running forward in the direction indicated by Cerilla, Gretel also heard the sound from the wind. ——Screams, cursing, begging, whipping, the sound hit the ears, tragic and shocking.

Push the horse forward again, and on a wooden frame at the entrance of the village, a man with bloody flesh and a trace of half-breath is tied up.Gretel frowned slightly, sprinkled a piece of healing spell casually, and asked the person who whipped him:
"Why is this man being beaten?"

"Master Priest!" The whip-wielding person—I don't know if it was the village headman or the soldier, or someone else-hastened to put down his whip and came to salute.Listening to Gretel's question, he moved his body intentionally or unintentionally to cover the wooden frame:
"The fellow does not deserve your sympathy! He is a thief!—he dares to enter the master's domain and steal acorns to eat, which is a heinous crime!"

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　　Ireland is really sparsely populated...

　　In 2020, there are 500 million people in the whole country, with an average of 71 people per square kilometer... On this, 120 million people in Dublin are counted...

　　The population of Shire Roscommon is 64500…

　　During the Great Irish Famine from 1845 to 1850, the population was 800 million people... I think for the sake of this figure, I multiplied the population of Ruthcon County by three...

　　I don't even know how such a low population density can cause famine and starve people to death... I checked the Irish famine of 1845-1850, and I still can't believe it...

　　Ps:

　　I placed an order in the Dingdong Neighborhood Group, and saw that he said that the delivery will be available tomorrow... I am a little less panicked... At least there is a lack of food. If you grab the food one day in advance, you can still eat it the next day...

　　
　
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