Autumn is crisp.
In the Principality of Thunder in the south of the main plane, even in autumn, the air pressure is not very high, the air is not relatively dry, and of course it does not make people feel "refreshing".
But if you are facing the golden farmland, neat and tidy, with heavy ears, you can estimate the harvest by just looking at it without harvesting...
There are probably only two types of people who feel unhappy in this situation.
One is a pervert, and the other is a lunatic who believes in the God of Famine.
Crick was neither a pervert nor a believer in the god of famine, so he looked at the vast golden fields in a good mood and smiled happily.
"It's unimaginable!" Standing next to him was Master Damweide, the magic consultant of the Keen Territory. This mage, who usually seemed calm and even cold, had a face full of shock at this moment. A strange light flickered in his eyes, making him look a lot brighter even though he was originally a little gloomy.
"Look at this field, I'm afraid one acre can produce three to four hundred kilograms." Butler Leiden looked at the field and said with a smile, "Master, you are really amazing!"
"It's the farmers who are great, not me." Crick said with a smile, "I just had some ideas, they are the ones who are really doing the farming."
"The farmers themselves have always been like that for hundreds of years." Master Damweide said seriously. "After getting the news, I carefully studied the historical records. In addition to the special farmland managed by the Master, Ordinary farmland generally only yields a hundred catties per acre. A harvest of two hundred catties is considered a miracle, enough for people to hold a grand ceremony to thank the Lady of Prosperity (harvest goddess). In a situation like Keenland, except for some You can tell by looking at it that this is nonsense, but I can be sure that it has never happened in history.”
Crick smiled: "History is always moving forward."
"Yes, history is always moving forward." Master Damweide nodded with a smile and looked at the golden fields in ecstasy.
"It's just... I never thought that I would be able to witness such a scene with my own eyes, and that I would even be one of the people who pushed history forward... "
From fertilizers to cultivation to the development of various agricultural tools, he worked hard as a part-time alchemist. As he himself said, if the scene before him is "history is moving forward," then he has indeed contributed a lot to the great cause of promoting the advancement of history.
Perhaps the nobles would look down on this, but as a spellcaster, a spellcaster who also studied as a scholar, Damweide knew what this meant.
This means that even if he grows old and dies in the future, he is likely to be praised by a certain god for his achievements and be promoted to eternal life. Or even if no gods particularly appreciate you, the kings of hell will look at you differently and give you preferential treatment because of your great achievements.
The only things that can be immortal in this world are gods and merit.
Butler Leighton, whose intelligence was only nine, didn't think that far ahead. Having managed the farm for many years, he quickly estimated this year's harvest, and then estimated the taxes that could be received, and his old face almost burst into laughter. flower.
But he suddenly stopped smiling because he remembered a serious problem.
"Sir, our harvest here is so good, will the selling price of grain decrease?"
Although his intelligence is not high enough, he still has sufficient social experience after being a housekeeper for so many years. He remembered that every time there was a good harvest, merchants would lower the price of grain purchases, so that a good harvest might not really bring much benefit.
The Principality of Thunder is located in the south, with a warm climate and fertile land. It has been an important food producing area over the years. But neither the farmers nor the lords here have ever been able to make a fortune by growing food.
Although the harvest in the Keen Territory this time was unusual, even "miracle" was not enough to describe it. But for businessmen, isn't it just about lowering the purchase price...
Crick raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you think the merchants will go to great lengths to lower the prices?"
"That's right, this kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice." Steward Leiden sighed, "Whenever there is a good harvest, merchants will push the price of grain purchase to death... I have seen too many of them."
"That's for civilians. Could it be that they dare to do this to our nobles?" Creek asked in a deep voice, "When encountering a noble with a bad temper, it's possible to hang these profiteers directly."
"Haha, as long as you can make money, what's the point of hanging?" Leighton said with a sneer. "Back then, I heard about a viscount who was angry and hanged a businessman who lowered the purchase price of grain. What was the result? Still no one bought him. The food ended up rotting in the warehouse."
"...This is unreasonable!" Creek frowned and said, "Life is much more important than money!"
"I don't understand things that are too profound. Anyway, I have never heard of a businessman who doesn't try his best to lower the price at this time." Layton sighed and said, "Generally speaking, they will form an alliance and draw up an agreement. Approximate price. No matter what, it can only fluctuate around this price, and the whole country is like that.”
Creek's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is the whole country like this?"
"That's right."
"Then don't worry." Creek laughed, "I have sent Reina to investigate before. Except for our Keen Territory, the harvest in other areas this year should not be much different from previous years. In other words, the harvest of grain The price should be about the same.”
Butler Leiden was stunned. He thought for a while and finally understood. He couldn't help laughing.
Since the harvest situation in the entire principality is similar to previous years, Keenland, which had a super bumper harvest, will naturally make a lot of money!
"Great! The territory's finances will be much better next year!"
Creek smiled and nodded. Although the money he won from the grand prize at the Mask of the Void Amusement Park has not been used up yet, for a territory, after all, it must rely on its own production to be stable and to make people feel at ease. .
As long as the agricultural income in the territory can maintain the current level, he is confident that within five years, Keen Territory will become the most prosperous barony in the entire Thunder Principality. If he is given ten years, I believe that even the viscounty may not be able to match this place. If you give him twenty years, this mere barony will be enough to compete with the powerful earls who can influence the country's affairs!
Time is on his side.
The three of them talked and laughed, got down from the observation deck, and returned to the castle.
In every field in Baron Keen, farmers are both happy and worried.
Joy is naturally due to the harvest.
The worry is that it will rain in the last period before harvest.
As we all know, the harvest season is the worst time for rain. Once exposed to rain, the quality of grains deteriorates. Moreover, wet grains require more time to dry, which consumes more time and energy. If it is not dried enough, it will become moldy and deteriorate, and you will not be able to sell it for a price.
“The barn in the village isn’t big enough!”
"Why don't we build a barn now and expand the drying ground?"
Similar words appeared in the mouths of the village chiefs in various villages, and the petitions were quickly delivered to the lords.
Of course, Crick would not refuse such a request. He also contacted two of his knights and suggested that they also seize the last free time before the harvest to build additional barns and expand the drying field.
He has a high prestige in the territory. With a single order, residents of several villages acted together and devoted themselves to the construction work.
Fortunately, it was probably the harvest goddess who blessed us this time, and it didn’t rain at all in the next half month.
Taking advantage of this rare dry period, the autumn harvest work is in full swing. Because there was too much harvest, the original manpower was not enough, and Creek had to hire temporary manpower to speed up the autumn harvest.
Fortunately, just on the third day after all the autumn harvest work was completed, a heavy rain swept across the entire south.
In the heavy rain, countless farmers burst into tears, and countless lords sighed. But it is certain that the farmers and lords of Keen Territory are not among them.
At this time, they are already preparing for this year's harvest festival.
The people from the Harvest Goddess Church also quickly got the news and rushed here.
They claimed that this harvest came from a gift from the goddess, and called on the people in Keen Territory to believe in the goddess, so that they could be blessed and have a good harvest next time.
Reina, who had been bribed by Crick and switched to work as an investigator for him, quickly got the news and reported it to Crick.
"My lord, what do you think should be done?" Knight Howard James asked with a frown at the high-level meeting of Baron Keene.
He is not a believer in the harvest goddess, nor does he believe that this year's harvest has anything to do with that goddess.
As we all know, since the last time she failed in the battle with the Goddess of Wealth and messed around for a while, the Harvest Goddess has been quite quiet over the years and has not made any big moves. To say that He would specially send a gift to a region that doesn't even have a temple, and grant such a good harvest... Well, Knight James's intelligence is not very high, but don't fool him as a fool!
What's more, the Harvest Goddess has not blessed some places over the years, but who has heard that the areas blessed by her can achieve a harvest of three to four hundred kilograms per mu
Creek smiled slightly, but his eyes were a little cold.
The territory is able to have a good harvest, not only because of the advancement of science and technology, but also because of the hard work of the farmers. The Harvest Goddess Church has done nothing but wants to jump out and pick peaches now. How could he agree
If you are greedy for God's merit, you are not afraid of crushing them to death if you get too much credit!
But he did not rush to a conclusion, but first asked his subordinates what they meant.
"Forget it, everyone just wants to be happy..." Steward Leiden was obviously honest. Seeing the great harvest, he was in a good mood and did not want to fall out with the Harvest Goddess Church.
"Well... I think it's better to take the opportunity to build a good relationship with them, right?" suggested the young Ost knight, Charles, the son of the late Divol Ost knight.
This proposal was approved by many people. After all, the Harvest Goddess is a very influential god. It would be good if we could take the opportunity to build a good relationship with his church.
Creek was noncommittal and turned to look at the chief priest of the Church of the Mask of the Void.
The officiant was recently replaced, named Milomon, and he was a werewolf. It is said that he is not only highly skilled, but also has a good brain.
Facing Creek's questioning gaze, the gourmet Mr. Milomon, who was once an outstanding scout of the Orc Empire and is now the local chief priest of Masked Void Church, smiled slightly and put forward his own suggestion.
"Since we have such a good harvest here and other places are suffering from disasters, shouldn't we contact those affected places?" He said, "The goddess's 'gift'..."
Creek's eyes suddenly lit up.