King: Start with tauren plowing

Chapter 126 I'm a Bandit

Winter Fortress.

In the early morning, the golden sun shone on the mottled blue walls, as if shrouded in a layer of light and shadow.

Abudkad finished his breakfast, said goodbye to his wife, and left the house.

There are people coming and going on the street, there are stalls hawking on the street, there is a steaming broth shop, and there is a freshly baked bread shop next to it.

Every booth is full of people.

Noxian soldiers are rich and generous, and these breakfast stands are for them.

Abdelkader never ate out, though.For breakfast, he only eats what his wife cooks.

Compared with before, there are more people and more shops! How could there be so many shops in the past? How could everyone have this kind of breakfast? Black bread would be nice
Abudkad sighed and walked towards the outside of the fortress.

There is a field in the northeast corner outside the fortress, which was planted by the baron when he first returned to the fortress.

Now the wheat is almost one meter high.

A few days ago, the wheat was still green, but today it looks a little yellow.

It's only been a few days, and it's about to mature.This could not help but make Abdelkader dumbfounded.

This may be because of that bright pastor named Charles.

Priest of the Light, but Abudkad is unbelievers.

If it is really Pastor Guangming, he must be an apprentice if he can come here, or else he has caused trouble.

He does have two brushes, though.

It rains every day in this farmland.Moreover, this priest of light also emitted golden light, bathing the farmland in golden light.

These crops grow so fast, there is a high probability that it has something to do with them.

It is estimated that in a few days, these wheat will be mature, and the ears of wheat are densely hung on it, bending them all, so how much grain will be produced.

Abudkad was thinking about it, when suddenly someone came towards him, "Legion Commander, the Silver Fox family sent an envoy, saying they want to see the baron."

"Take me to see."

Abudkad followed this man and returned to Winter Fortress, where he met the envoy of the Silver Fox family.

Who did he think it was, it turned out to be Patrice, the person who forced him to sell him high-priced food back then, and he remembered it very clearly.

The potbellied Patrice immediately put on a flattering smile when he saw Abdekad: "Hello, Lord Abdekad."

"Seeing you, I feel bad." Abdekad said coldly with a sullen face, "What are you doing here?"

"My mistake." Patrice bowed his head to admit his mistake, and said with a forced smile: "Lord Abdkad, I am here on behalf of the Silver Fox family this time, and I want to discuss with Lord Baron Shire about the knights' redemption."

"Oh, then you can go to the baron." Abudkad said and walked away.

Patrice quickly stopped: "Master Abdekader, without your introduction, I would not be able to see your Lord Baron."

Speaking of this matter, Patrice felt ashamed. He represented the Silver Fox family, but he couldn't even see Baron Shire, and he had to turn to the bandit leader whom he made trouble for before.

But there is no other way. Now the centaur in the north has occupied the Sunset Fortress, attacking Silver Fox Town and Silver Fox Castle all day long. Baron Silver Fox has no choice but to come and buy the knights.

"Oh, what does it matter to me if you don't see it?" Abdelkad glanced at him contemptuously.

Patrice begged for mercy: "Master Abdekader, now the orcs are invading our human territory, we need these brave knights to go back and surround our common home of mankind."

"Hehe, you are indeed a businessman." Abdekad said with a smile: "That is the territory of your Silver Fox family. What does it matter to us in Noxus?"

"I beg you, Abdelkader, I believe your Lord Baron will be interested in our terms." Patrice said with her head down.

Abudkad looked at Patrice and sneered, "Oh! You slap yourself twice first. I get angry just looking at your pig-headed face."

"what?"

"Any questions?"

Patrice said weakly: "Lord Abdekad, I am the envoy of the Silver Fox family. How can you treat envoys of other families like this? This is really not what a gentleman should do."

"Bah!" Abdelkad spat a mouthful of sticky phlegm into his face, "Gentleman? I'm a robber."

"Now I've changed my mind. If I want to see our Lord Baron, I'll slap you with a swollen face first."

Patrice was very embarrassed, he was the envoy of the Silver Fox family, representing the face of Baron Silver Fox.

"Fan or not, I don't have so much time to waste with you." Abdekad glanced at him. He still had to train recruits. Seeing that Patrice was still hesitating, Abdekad walked away.

slap~
There was a crisp applause.

……

in the study.

Charles sat on a chair, reading the parchment documents.

Pastor Charles of Light stood by.

At this time, Carlos walked in. He looked at Charles aside, wondering if he wanted to report.

Charles saw his doubts, and said, "It's okay, how are the craftsmen's statistics?"

Carlos nodded and said, "Master Baron, the statistics have been completed."

"Now there are more than 300 carpenters, more than 200 stonemasons, more than 100 cobblers, and more than 50 blacksmiths."

Charles hummed.

The large number of carpenters is mainly due to the fact that he had asked carpenters to recruit apprentices in order to build wooden plows.

Now it seems that this method of cultivating artisans supported by the Noxus family is very good.

The number of stonemasons is large, and Charles estimates that this is due to the construction of the Church of Light.Most of the Guangming Church is made of stone. It is estimated that the more than 200 stonemasons are all craftsmen of the entire Silver Fox family.

With these masons, the Shire can even start the construction of the castle without cement.

But there are few cobblers and blacksmiths, and these two are what Shire values ​​most.

Especially blacksmiths.

The sign that distinguishes a knight is not the horse under his crotch, not the knight's sword in his hand, but the armor he wears.

Those feudal knights of the Silver Fox family, without exception, are all armored.The retinue knight can only wear leather armor.

Charles ordered: "Tell these fifty blacksmiths that each of them must take three apprentices."

"Lord Baron, what if these blacksmiths don't teach them their craft?"

"We didn't invite them here with money, we snatched them back with knives. We can show them respect, but they can't put their noses in the face."

Charles ordered: "The food for the apprentices will be provided by our Noxus family. If these apprentices can become teachers, our Noxus family will give ten kinnars at a time."

"If there are still blacksmiths who have been dawdling and not teaching apprentices the craft, then send them to be serfs."

"Also, these people must be strictly monitored. Even if they become serfs, we will let him die in the field instead of going to other territories to become blacksmiths."

Charles nodded and said, "Lord Baron, I understand what you mean."

"Don't worry, these people are not like our Winter Fortress. They are very obedient and probably won't fight against you."

Charles snorted coldly, they have to dare too!
He provided free labor and financial support.If there are still people who dare to make trouble, then it is not easy to bully the knife.

Charles continued: "It's still like a carpenter. These craftsmen have to gather together and set up a special place for them to gather. You are responsible for these blacksmiths, carpenters, cobblers, and stonemasons."

"Also, carpenters don't need to make wooden plows, but instead make longbows. Blacksmiths continue to make spears, and if they are skilled, they can make armor, the kind worn by tauren."

Carlos nodded in obedience.

After talking about this, Charles asked again: "Have the serfs and tauren all set off now?"

Carlos nodded and replied: "My lord, the baron has already set off. Thousands of people have already arrived at the Knockin River and started to build a camp."

Charles hummed, and now the Flying Claw tribe is at the Sunset Fortress.The only possible threat to the north is the Fang Horde led by Bilair.

However, they had already been maimed by the Flying Claw tribe, and they had been dealt with by him before, so they probably didn't have the guts to provoke him.

After talking about these few things, Carlos left to deal with the craftsman's affairs.

Only Charles and Charles were left in the room.

Charles looked at Charles and asked, "How is the Nebula wheat growing, and how much grain can it produce?"

Charles replied: "It grows very well and can produce at least [-] catties."

"However, this one hectare of land consumes five hundred gallons of faith points, which can bless ten first-tier fighters."

Charles hummed.

One hectare of land can produce at least [-] catties of grain, and an average of six to seven hundred catties per mu of land.

Without chemical fertilizers, pesticides, and technology, this output is already impressive.

When there was no Xingyun wheat before, one hectare of land could produce one or two thousand catties, which is a gap of nearly five times.

Ten Tier [-] fighters, if they were wearing full armor, would have no problem defeating a hundred soldiers, and could even defeat a serf regiment with hundreds of people.

But the production of one hundred catties and five hundred catties can feed the residents of Cold Winter Fortress, and allow Shire to raise thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

There are gods in this world, but their source of power is the lowest level of believers, and Shire believes that this world is definitely not for one or two people.

The food that can support more people is definitely stronger than the power of one or two people.

At least that's what Charles thinks, but looking at Charles' performance, it is estimated that Charles' ideas run counter to his.

Charles said again: "Baron Charles, you forced the blacksmith to teach apprentices just now, it's really barbaric."

"Is this considered barbaric?" Charles disdainfully threw the parchment to Charles instead.

As he read, Charles' face gradually became weird and ugly.

"Baron Charles, are you trying to let your people only know about killing people?"

Charles' face was ugly, because the tendency of this parchment was too obvious.

One hectare of land can produce at least [-] jin of grain.

It can mature at least twice a year.

Do you know how much the serfs who grow them get divided?
0 pounds.

No matter how many hectares of land they plant and how many catties of grain they harvest, it has nothing to do with them.

Of course, this Baron Shire was not cruel enough to starve them to death, and their food was provided by the Noxus family.

But Charles knew with his ass that these were definitely the worst food, and he could just starve to death. If he wanted to be full, he was dreaming.

These are the treatment of serfs, and the treatment of soldiers is very different from them.

Killing a person can get hundreds of catties of food.

If they kill ten people, or make other great military achievements, they can get the land.

And it is still land that does not need to be cultivated. According to the parchment, these soldiers can enjoy [-]% of the harvest for nothing.

The military merit of ten people is one hectare of land, that is, several thousand catties of grain a year.

Such a gap will cause many serfs to scramble to become soldiers, and they only have one goal to kill as soldiers.

Charles even thought of the bleak future, that is, when they faced unarmed enemies and fleeing civilians, they would even stretch out their butcher knives, because this was food that could move for them.

No wonder the people of Winterhold are so keen to join the army.

No wonder Baron Shire released the news of the expansion of the army, so there are countless strong men scrambling to join. They are all future butchers.

Charles accused: "Baron Charles, you are too barbaric. If you do this, your people will only know how to kill."

Charles smiled lightly: "This is the fastest way for Winter Fortress to become stronger. We are all barbarians in the northern border. Do you want me to talk to them about the holy light and noble cultivation? They know nothing, They only know women, food, land, and they only care about their own lives."

Charles sneered: "Baron Charles, you are so arrogant, why don't you know that they are not keen on good qualities, and why they don't pursue kind behaviors."

Charles was silent for a while, then replied: "No, it's not arrogance, it's low self-esteem. They are pursuing kindness, and they will also dedicate themselves to their ideals. But my ability is insufficient, I can't let so many people pursue progress, Pursue the light."

"Strength is not a dinner party. We want to be strong. Can the Silver Fox family agree, can the orcs agree? We must conquer them before we can be powerful."

"Besides, you are a devout believer in the Holy Light. You are pursuing kindness and beauty, so how did you end up in the northern border? How could you fall into the hands of a barbarian like me in the northern border?"

This time it was Charles' turn to be silent.

The room fell silent.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and following Shire's call to come in, Abdelkader came.

"My lord, the Silver Fox family has sent an envoy, saying that they want to redeem the knights."

"Who is their messenger?"

"A middle-aged wealthy businessman, we bought our food from him last time."

The Silver Fox family wanted to redeem the knights. Charles estimated that the attack from the Flying Claw tribe definitely made the Silver Fox family overwhelmed.After all, there are no knights, and it is too disadvantageous to fight against centaurs.

The Silver Fox family is in a hurry, but the Noxus family is not in a hurry. These hundreds of knights are raised and raised, and the food they eat will become the price of redemption in the future.

Charles smiled coldly: "A rich businessman is also worthy of seeing me, and Baron Silver Fox is almost as good as coming in person."

"You can redeem it if you want, and we are not people who don't follow the rules. A knight has a hundred carts of grain, and we don't accept single purchases."

Abudkad was a little speechless, a hundred carts of grain per person, tens of thousands of carts of grain for a few hundred knights, would the Silver Fox family agree?
(End of this chapter)