King: Start with tauren plowing

Chapter 74 Derek's Little Thoughts

"My life is very good now." Abudkad's face is filled with a happy smile. He now has a virtuous wife and children, and he can eat hot meals every time he goes home. This kind of stable life is What Abudkad had dreamed of as a bandit, and now he had it.

The old Mark smiled slightly and said: "Now the Noxus family has only the young master. If the young master has an accident, who will inherit the Winter Fortress? Will the new lord reuse you? Can you maintain your current life? ? The young master needs to have an heir, which is not only related to the young master, but also to the interests of each of us."

Seeing that Abdekad was deep in thought, Old Mark didn't continue to say more, and left calmly.

After a while, Abdekad regained his composure and hurriedly followed Baron Charles.

"Abudekad, was your wife complained again last night? Why don't you stay with your wife for a few more days." Charles joked with a smile. Abdekad is a strict wife, which the entire Winter Fortress knows things.

"How dare she complain about me, I am the only master at home, but you, young master, it's time to find yourself a woman."

"Let's talk about it after we survive the orc war next year. How can we find a woman now?"

Not looking for a woman is not because of Shire's high moral cleanliness, he must fall in love freely and pursue a romantic love story with twists and turns.

The beauty of romance in a love story is that most people don't have it.

At least that's what Charles thinks, the love that he never had in his previous life, but went to a backward and ignorant world to pursue, is there any more outright joke than this?
Shire only has two requirements for her future woman, one: beautiful, and two: few things.

If there is a trade-off between the two, Charles can lower the standard for the first requirement.

Unfortunately, under the living conditions of Cold Winter Fortress, it is impossible to find a fair-skinned woman among the common people.

If he encounters a beautiful woman suddenly, the first thing Charles thinks of is not his good luck, but the spy sent by which family.

It would be even more dangerous if it weren't for spies. What if you get sick.

Charles has a very clear understanding of himself, and such an expensive thing as love is not something that a person like him can expect.

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Since leaving Winterhold, the Noxian infantry has been on the march.Marching is a very boring thing. Every day is to set up camp, march out of the camp, and transport food and grass.

The physical strength of the Noxus soldiers was spent on these trivial matters. If a centaur cavalry regiment came to attack them now, Noxus would definitely be defeated. They didn't even need many people, only 300 People are enough.

Because the formation of the Noxus infantry regiment was not neat at this time, a considerable number of soldiers were transporting food and grass behind, and their weapons were also placed on the carriage.

Fortunately, Shire had dozens of centaur cavalry in his hands, and they had spread out to several miles around to guard early.

It is still necessary to form an auxiliary army to be responsible for such trivial matters as transporting food and grass, and setting up camps, so as to save the physical strength of Noxus professional soldiers.

The grassland in the north seemed to be quiet again. Charleben thought he would meet many centaur warriors from the Flying Claw tribe, but the journey was quiet and scary. He didn't meet a single enemy all the way to the Knockin River.

What Peter said about the harassment of the Talon tribe seemed like an outright lie.

So when Charles arrived at the Knockin River, he immediately called Derek and asked, "Where did the centaur of the Flying Claw tribe go?"

"Scared away. Lord Baron, these centaurs were scared away as soon as you came." Derek replied with a simple and honest expression, licking his face.

"Speak bullshit."

"I don't know, these centaurs seem to have received an order a few days ago and evacuated here collectively."

Run away after the fight, let's fight guerrilla warfare with him, Charles was a little annoyed: "Take me to see the damaged wooden plow."

Seeing these wooden plows, Charles' heart ached even more. These wooden plows were trampled on purpose. Centaurs are a bunch of scumbags. These wooden plows can neither be eaten nor used, and they still trample on them. again.

"Lord Baron, the wooden plow has been broken so much, will we continue to reclaim it?" Derek carefully suppressed the excitement in his heart. It was great that the wooden plow was broken, and he was worried that he would have no excuse to avoid reclamation.

Cultivating the wasteland is bitter and tiring, and they eat black bread mixed with sawdust every day, and they don't care if they are full. Recently, many tauren are so hungry that they look out of shape.

"Reclamation, not only to reclaim, but also to vigorously reclaim."

In the past, there were more than 300 wooden plows. Under the 24-hour continuous reclamation of the tauren, more than 300 hectares of wasteland can be obtained every day. Later, after the blessing of faith, the reclamation speed has tripled, and nearly [-] hectares can be reclaimed a day. hectares of wasteland.

Coupled with the more than 400 freshly baked wooden plows, the speed of reclamation can be increased by 1.5 times, that is, two to three thousand hectares of land per day.

The area is scary, but considering the frighteningly low yield in this world, it is not bad if one hectare of land can produce one thousand catties of grain. I am content.

Although the yield of farming is low, the yield will be even lower if grazing is continued in the form of pasture.If the land of the Knockin River followed a nomadic lifestyle, it could only support a few thousand tauren, but if these wastelands were reclaimed and planted with food, it could support tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, if the nomadic race wants to become stronger, it must change from a pure nomadic production method to a semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural, because it can produce more food, and with more food, more people can be fed, and idlers can be supported. , so that they are separated from daily production and trained to become professional troops.

This is the necessity of reclaiming wasteland, Winter Fortress must solve the problem of food self-sufficiency.

Under the astonishing speed of reclamation by the tauren, the land near the Knockin River is gradually becoming a nuclear-powered grain production area in Winter Fortress.According to this speed of reclamation, Shire will have tens of thousands of hectares of arable land in a month.

What Charles is worried about now is not that there are not enough wooden plows, but whether there is enough land suitable for reclamation near the Knockin River.

"Strive to cultivate? My lord, but the wooden plow is not enough now." Derek was worried when he heard that he needed to cultivate.

"It's okay, I brought more than 400 more from Winter Fortress, which is enough for you to use." Charles didn't care about Derek's small thoughts. After all, if reclaiming wasteland is a good job, they won't be able to turn to the tauren. Not satisfied, if you have the ability, look at it one by one.

(End of this chapter)