forest kingdom

The Church of the Stars is not just churches and castles. There are production teams and construction teams in various regions, and they solve many problems such as public security, production, and trade in the form of teams.

The brigade is equivalent to a grassroots autonomous organization, and its theme is blood relationship, followed by cooperative relationship.

Under the influence of the atmosphere within the church, Lawrence, who worked hard, was quickly noticed by the brigade.

After a group of people had eaten, they started working again. At this time, a woman in charge of statistics came over to tally the results.

It's a bit exaggerated to use merit, so work points are used as the statistical unit by default, and everyone will receive points based on the amount of work done.

The scores can change because the maids at the upper level only give out tasks and rewards, and the specific distribution depends on the captain elected by everyone.

Distributors in any organization will take away more rights than workers, especially organizers.

This is the default rule. If no one stands up to preside over these, many times you will not know what to do, and the benefits will be unevenly distributed.

The person in charge of the production team here is none other than Lawrence's old acquaintance Etty, Seravan's wife.

When Edith walked over, she spotted the man working hard in front.

This man worked faster than others, quickly carving out a path in the sunshine and snow, and quickly throwing the obstructive snowflakes and fragments on the ground on both sides of the road.

You can tell from the speed of work that he is a man, and a young and strong man at that.

Even if middle-aged and elderly men have the strength, they will not do it so fast, as if they are deliberately showing off and venting their inexhaustible energy.

Edith was not familiar with things here. Although she lived here for a winter last year, a lot of people she knew also left, some people moved out, and some people came in.

This year, because the Serra civilization will come to farm next year and may move to the Sidel territory, Etty and the Shepherdess also brought their children to work in the castle.

As one of the few educated women, Edie easily became a distributor.

Edith quickly walked past the other men and women working, and tightened the exquisitely crafted animal skin robe tightly around her body as she approached Lawrence.

"Hard-working man, can you tell me your name?"

Lawrence, who was working, turned his head, looked at Etty with his calm eyes, and then continued to work.

The exchange of words without any words made Eti trembled all over, and she hurriedly said: "Master..."

Lawrence was indeed Etty's master. While working, he simply said: "You don't need to salute when working. Where is the task here today to clear the snow?"

Edith quickly replied: "Just clean up to the second bend. Lady Cassandra requires us to open the passage between here and Pumixiu Town within five days. There must be busy cleaning the road there, about two or three days." That’s about it.”

Lawrence looked at the sloping snow slope. The snow here was very thick. Fortunately, there were many trees and rocks nearby that could provide positions.

Also, spring comes faster here than on the manor side. The manor side is actually much higher than here, above the mountainside.

"Yeah." Lawrence quickly continued working and did not go back to enjoy life just because his identity was exposed.

Etty saw this and asked, "What should I do?"

Lawrence smiled and said: "Just go and prepare lunch. Just follow the usual portion."

"Yes, Master." Edith quickly went back to prepare.

Lawrence put aside all kinds of distracting thoughts and focused on opening up a path.

There is indeed endless energy in his body, and the more he uses it, the more he uses it, as if he is tireless.

The hands holding the wooden handle became harder and harder, and Lawrence's reason became calmer and calmer. He listened to the sound of the wind around him, to the discussions and laughter of the men and women behind him, and to the breathing of birds and beasts hidden in the snow and tree holes in the distance. The sound was extremely clear, and everything felt very slow.

The body is getting hotter and hotter, the strength is getting stronger, and the consciousness is so fast that it feels like the people around him and the world are slowing down.

Lawrence's body seemed to be a machine, and it was like swimming in the waves, turning out a large number of snowflake fragments in the snow.

The snowflakes thrown up continued one after another, making it difficult for people behind to see what was going on ahead.

All the barbarians and ordinary people looked at the hazy figure in front of them in amazement, breaking through the snow like a giant ship.

Lawrence's movements were astonishingly fast, and the originally cold iron piece on the top of the wooden handle gradually heated up after constant friction with the snow.

Because of the rapid use, the metal shovel became increasingly hot, strangely and terrifyingly burning red faster than the flesh and blood body!

The white water vapor and the snow that had no time to evaporate turned into ice mist and were blown away by the wind.

Lawrence quickly opened up a slope road that was more than two hundred meters long and continued.

While working, Lawrence's mind was extremely clear.

"Go mad! This is the power Beow and the barbarians in this land gain when they are dying!"

"Traditional madness should be about risking death and reviving. It is the kind of pursuit of the glory of death, completely ignoring life and death, and fighting only for glory and courage."

"This is a result, not a tradition or a reason. It's just that countless barbarians used their lives to try and make mistakes, and they were confused and lucky to find a way to take advantage of it."

"This energy does not come from the mad barbarians themselves, but from more living and dead barbarians."

"Some people believe in this legend, and they believe it themselves, so the resonance of consciousness between the living and the dead, coupled with excellent physique and endurance, gives them this power."

Lawrence stopped quickly and quietly moved his arms, legs and feet, checking his body and the path he had opened.

A road of more than 500 meters appeared behind him. At this time, standing on the downhill position, he had to look up to see the men and women looking at him on the mountain.

Lawrence held a shovel that emitted heat. The fog around him and in front of him was blown away by the cold wind. A rainbow appeared in front of and behind him, looking like a warrior of the gods under the white sunlight.

At this moment, both Lawrence and Etty and others clearly felt that this was at least a leader-level warrior, no worse than those like Fleiss and Gris.

Lawrence turned around and continued to work.

This time it was not as fast as before, just advancing at a speed of more than thirty meters per minute.

"There are still many unknown mysteries. Normal barbarians' lifespan will be affected after they go berserk. I should not have such consequences. My body is healthier and has a stronger capacity than theirs."

"But at least one thing has been proven. The main factor in obtaining this energy is belief. It's just that fighting and death are more likely to inspire this belief. Most people farm just to live, so relying on farming to obtain energy is better than going to the battlefield to fight. It’s many times harder to kill.”

Defending the homeland and fighting on the battlefield are still the most glorious and important things in this land.

Can others be like me?

Lawrence wondered whether others could farm and become berserkers like him.

"It's not completely impossible, but it's much more difficult. Not only do you have to work hard, but most importantly, you have a strong belief. And it would be a waste for such people to farm..."

Soon Lawrence stopped working and looked at his smoothed palms, and then at the blood stains inside. It was not that bleeding was easy after going crazy, but that it was easy to exert too much force and not know the pain after going crazy.

"Go home and make duplex gloves." Lawrence stopped working. He had completed the day's work perfectly and could go home early to rest. When Lawrence walked slowly towards the mountain with the shovel, the workers on the roadside quickly knelt down and lowered their heads in piety and respect.

"prophet!"

Lawrence smiled and said: "I am working in this team today, so the fruits of my labor also belong to this team. Just accept this help with gratitude. You don't have to be so anxious and hard in the next two days, but don't slack off. "

The rest of the people were grateful and said, "Yes, a merciful prophet!"

"Yes, great prophet!"

"Thank you, hard-working prophet!"

Listening to the different thanks, Lawrence was also in a good mood, "You can share my share of the reward equally, but you must also remember that I will not always help you. Many things have to rely on your own hard-working hands. , you can’t always count on others.”

"Of course, you can always trust me and the church. There are people behind you always sending warmth, so whether you are grateful or maintaining this warmth, you must work hard."

The women in the public kitchen brought lunch. Lawrence did not eat with everyone. He quickly missed the surprised food delivery team and walked towards the building in the distance.

With the prophet to clear the way, the subsequent snow clearing becomes much simpler and faster.

Teams of people set off from the road and went further to start working, solving their respective problems in a piecemeal manner.

Lawrence sat resting in the warm hall, sitting in a prime position near the fireplace. On this couch in the best position facing the fireplace, there was not only Lawrence, but also Saryl.

Salil used needle and thread to sew fur gloves. After Lawrence asked for a pair of durable leather gloves yesterday, Salil prepared to make them by herself. She was busy from morning to night today and still hasn't finished them yet.

Lawrence was not in a hurry to work, and spent the whole day drinking tea, reading and teaching, mainly teaching the remaining knowledge to the saints in the school.

These little witches were learning so fast that Lawrence felt like he was about to be hollowed out.

Lawrence sat on the sofa, drinking tea slowly and thinking about things. Sophia sat on the carpet at Lawrence's feet, grilling chicken wings with a 1.23-meter wooden stick.

Salil was half-lying against the armrest of the sofa, with a pillow behind her. Her legs occupied most of the sofa, her soles were warm against Lawrence's clothes, and her hands were sewing leather gloves carefully.

"Master." Emma came from the door and quickly came over and said: "Navia is here."

Lawrence asked: "What happened over there in Ironforge?"

"No, everything is normal there, everything is normal this year." Emma explained: "Navia came to see you, spring is here."

Lawrence nodded, looked at the flames in the fireplace and said, "Navia is not young anymore, hasn't she found the right partner yet?"

Emma replied: "Not yet, she seems to prefer young and decent nobles. We have many young men here, but many of them are not nobles."

"Take your time, don't be in a hurry." Lawrence was not in a hurry, nor was he forced to do this kind of thing.

Navia quickly came over and said respectfully: "Master, the new year has just arrived, and I can't wait to come and bathe in your holy light! Seeing you, my cold heart melts!"

Lawrence frowned dissatisfied, "Stop talking nonsense, there's no need to say so much, just get rid of all those long and complicated sentences from the nobles outside. We don't need so many complicated and polite words here."

"Yes, Master!" Navia quickly became honest, but she really became hot after entering the hot house.

Lawrence asked: "Is it still calm over there? Sit down and talk."

Navia looked at the seat next to Lawrence, and of course she would not sit there, so she sat down on a chair about a meter and a half away very wisely.

"Everything went well. The special thing is that two sows came back before the eternal night."

Navia said something slightly topical.

Lawrence asked in confusion: "What sow? The pigs in the pig pen were lost before?"

There are now pig farms in several residential areas, and formal pig farms with cement pig pens have also been established, which are much larger than traditional free-range pig farms.

In a few years, the number of domestic pigs in the Ice Land has exceeded 1,000. This is because many people eat pork.

In a few years, after the pig-raising business near Sider and Pig Trotters City becomes stable, the number of pigs in Luofen Kingdom will exceed 100,000.

Raising pigs is no longer a matter for children, it is something adults are responsible for. If an adult loses a pig, it must be a serious dereliction of duty.

Things were not what Lawrence thought. Navia explained: "They are sows from Talim Mountain. I sent five of them to Talim Mountain for breeding, but they were left there."

"Now these sows are back on their own. There are still a few that haven't come back. I sent someone to ask the orchard guard. They said that one sow died and the rest are being raised in the orchard."

"People over there said there wasn't enough food in the winter, so the sows followed Pige and didn't have enough to eat. When Pige found food, he didn't tell them apart. He even bit the sows that ate her food, so the sows all ran away."

Lawrence listened in astonishment, feeling that everything... was very reasonable.

Male wild boars are solitary creatures, especially giant wild boars like Pidge, which are close to three or four meters in size. It is difficult to feed themselves, so there is no way to raise a group of sows and piglets.

In summer and autumn, there are still fruits to eat all over the mountains and plains. By the time winter comes, Pige is very well-educated not to eat those sows.

Piggy is indeed a stupid pig. He imitates Doug and starts a family, but forgets that he is a wild boar, not a domestic dog.

Lawrence quickly asked: "Has the sow given birth?"

Navia nodded, "They're all born, all little wild boars."

Salil became interested after hearing this, "I want two to keep and play with."

Lawrence was reminded by Sariel and soon came up with an idea.

"Send those piglets to Pumixiu Town, or let the men from Pumixiu Town and Dumu Port Military Academy come up and live with the piglets for a period of time. I will form a wild boar army!!"

Lawrence needed a legion of pure barbarians, a powerful war legion.

Sophia asked curiously: "Aren't those wild boars easy to obey? It would be better to just use the big wild boars from Si Deer and Pig Trotter City. The big wild boar is a big difference."

Lawrence had thought about this kind of thing and had a plan to deal with it.

"Of course there was no way to form an organization in free-range breeding before. Now we have a group of them and it is much easier to handle. Moreover, we can also let Blast and the others cooperate beside each other. Pigs can easily learn from dogs, and those dogs will teach the pigs to learn to be obedient and behave. It is better than traditional training. The pig way is much better.”

"What's more important is that we can call Pige over to help. It will be much easier if we have reference and role models."

"Although there may be many problems, the wild boar legion from Pig Trotter City is there, and the pigs here are not too stupid. I think it is worth a try."

With Lawrence's arrangement, the others had no objections.

Sariel's proposal to raise pigs was also rejected by Lawrence. The precious little wild boars should be reserved for future warriors instead of being used as pets. (End of chapter)