Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

This desertified area not only boasts an excellent geographical location, being only five kilometers away from the capital's main thoroughfare, but also allows one to reach the bustling center of the capital in less than twenty kilometers along the same thoroughfare. Such convenient transportation conditions give this land extremely high development value.

On the periphery of the desertified area, a large number of sheds have already been built to provide laborers with places to rest and work. Not far away, more than a dozen small mountain-like piles of manure are eye-catching. Although this attracts many mosquitoes and flies, the interior of the sheds is not bothered by these insects. It turns out that insect repellent magic has been carefully arranged inside the sheds, effectively isolating them from mosquito infestations.

Near the sheds, there are dozens of deep pits that have already been dug, each pit being five meters deep and ten meters in diameter. The laborers are busy stirring a black mixture in the pits with huge wooden sticks. This mixture is made of materials such as manure, straw, grass powder, sawdust, chaff, or rice bran, mixed with chemical fertilizer fermentation agents.

As time passes, the originally foul-smelling manure piles gradually complete the fermentation process under the action of the fermentation agents. These organic fertilizers turn dark brown, their temperature stabilizes, and there are no longer any signs of rising. More importantly, they no longer have any odor.

"It seems to be a success!" The steward in charge of the fertilizer work, who came from the Wenk Royal Manor, looked at the blackened, soil-like substance in front of him with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

"Then what are you waiting for! Quickly send someone to notify Seventh Prince." An assistant beside him shouted excitedly. They all knew how important the success of this experiment was for the entire manor, and even for Seventh Prince Soren's plans.

At this moment, Soren had just returned to the Wenk Royal Manor. He had just stepped out of the carriage when he heard the exciting news from the fertilizer workshop. Without hesitation, he immediately called for Munster, re-boarded the carriage, and hurried to the Windsor Royal Manor, leaving Korena, who had come to greet Soren, empty-handed.

"Be a good girl and wait for me at the manor," Soren said, leaning his head out of the carriage window to speak to Korena.

Korena could only pout her little mouth and nod.

Windsor Royal Manor, this was the name Soren gave to the manor located in the desertified area.

This name is not just a simple identifier, but also carries Soren's expectations and plans for this land.

The carriage sped along the road leading to Windsor Royal Manor, Soren's heart filled with anticipation and excitement. He knew that the success of this fertilizer experiment would be an important step in realizing his grand plan.

Upon entering the fertilizer workshop, Soren was immediately surrounded by a group of people. Someone respectfully handed him a sample of the fermented fertilizer. Cass wanted to step forward to stop him upon seeing this, knowing that the raw materials of these fertilizers were not so "clean," and not wanting His Highness to come into contact with these things that he considered filthy.

However, Soren waved his hand, indicating that Cass need not worry. He did not hesitate to grab a handful of fertilizer, felt the residual heat that was slowly dissipating from it, and even brought it to his nose to smell it. This organic fertilizer has no odor after complete fermentation; if there is still an odor, it means that the fermentation is incomplete.

Munster stood aside, his eyes revealing admiration for Soren. He knew that Soren was not someone who would be deceived by superficial phenomena, and that he paid more attention to practical effects and scientific basis.

"Very good, this is what I want," Soren nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Next, we can start experimenting on this desertified land. I believe that with the help of this fertilizer, our land will be revitalized."

The surrounding people nodded in agreement, expressing their approval of Soren's decision.

Iton, who was on the side, watched with admiration. As a prince, he led by example, loved the people like his own children, and did everything himself, making him the perfect monarch in his eyes.

"Munster, take half of the fertilizer here back to the manor. I plan to use it on the purple melon fields on the fallow land," Soren said calmly, his tone revealing firmness and determination.

He intended to test the specific effectiveness of this organic fertilizer on crop growth through practical application, as well as the extent to which it improved soil fertility. This data was crucial for him to demonstrate the potential of the fertilizer to his father.

Therefore, Soren planned to personally monitor and track the entire experimental process.

Munster immediately understood Soren's intention and began to arrange the relevant matters. He knew that this experiment was of great significance to Soren and the future of the entire manor.

"Shamus!" Soren shouted loudly, calling the person in charge of the workshop to his side.

"Yes! Your Highness!" Shamus responded quickly, walking up to Soren.

"Expand the workshop tenfold according to this scale," Soren said decisively with a wave of his hand.

Shamus was startled upon hearing this and couldn't help but look at Munster. He knew that the current scale of the fertilizer workshop was already not small, with ten sheds, each shed equipped with four large fermentation pits, and each pit requiring four workers to operate. Adding in the other odd-job workers, the total number of workers in the workshop already exceeded two hundred.

Currently, the monthly salary and food expenses for these two hundred or so workers already exceeded 200 gold coins. If the workshop were expanded tenfold according to Soren's instructions, then the monthly expenses would be as high as 2,000 gold coins. This figure even exceeded the annual expenditure of the Wenk Royal Manor.

Munster nodded subtly, expressing his full support for Soren's decision.

As the current owner of the Wenk Royal Manor, he would naturally fully cooperate with His Highness Soren's plan.

Shamus, as the steward of the manor, had a certain understanding of the manor's financial situation. He worriedly thought that the manor's current circulating funds were only five or six thousand gold coins. If such a huge expense was borne for a long time, it might affect the operation of the manor. However, he was not clear about the operation and profitability of the manor's refined salt workshop.

He didn't even know how profitable the refined salt workshop was. His Highness Soren's current daily income already exceeded 10,000 gold coins. This was mainly due to the expansion of the refined salt workshop and the increase in production.

The manor's refined salt workshop had already expanded to the third one, and because the workers were becoming more and more skilled, the output had also increased to four times the original amount.

As for the external claims that the refined salt production was insufficient, that was just an appearance.

In fact, most of the refined salt had already been secretly transported out of the capital's surrounding area by other families of the Refined Salt Guild for sale. By the time the refined salt families in the capital reacted, it was already too late. They had already stepped into the trap set by Soren step by step.

Therefore, although the expansion plan of the fertilizer workshop required a large amount of capital investment, Soren was fully capable of bearing this expense with the profitability of the refined salt workshop.

Munster understood this, so he chose to fully support His Highness Soren's decision, hoping that the expansion plan of the fertilizer workshop could succeed and bring greater benefits to the manor.