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Chapter 48 A Lot Of Questions
The operation of the entire city, no matter how big or small it is, has to go to Roland, but he has to deal with these things, and he doesn't tire of doing them.

What's more, most of the things he doesn't know, whether it's the best way to do it, or whether there is a better solution.

Of course, after assigning some professional things to professional craftsmen, he was much more relaxed.

He desperately hopes to obtain a group of experts who can handle government affairs to help him solve problems.And he also needs more commanders to arrange military operations, at least he doesn't have to wait for himself to do anything.

For example, to detect whether there is a passable gap or road in the Hengduan Mountains.

The matter here has been entrusted by him to Vasili, a noble soldier, just like Mieron.It's just that their achievements will be limited by the framework of the game. When their attributes and skills reach their peak, they are destined not to improve.

As noble soldiers, although they have certain military accomplishments, they are fundamentally still soldiers.Such commanders can be used in the early stage, but they may be beyond their reach in the later stage of large corps operations.

If there were gaps and passages leading to the orc prairie in the Hengduan Mountains, they would definitely seal them or directly block them.

Even if these are not enough, they can still establish an outpost there for defense and early warning.

The huge number of orcs is destined to be a serious problem for the entire human world.

Obviously, this matter will not be able to be investigated in a short time, because there are not many soldiers given to him, not to mention the lack of horses to travel, they can only rely on their own legs to complete the investigation.

outside the city.

The farmers are cultivating the fields. Since there are no wheat seeds, they can only plow the land first so that they can be sown when the wheat seeds arrive.

Because the farmers in the other two strongholds were given priority, only 160 farmers were working outside the city at this time.

Looking at the farmers who were working hard, Roland came to the side of the field, squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, crushed it, and observed the land in front of him.

Judging from the color, the color is darker, and the land is loose and easy to cultivate; judging from the way they turn the soil, the soil is not sticky; and the soil has many but small cracks.

It seems that this is a piece of fertile soil, and Roland only relied on his own soil method to verify it.

Uneasy, he asked the farmer next to him, "What's your name?"

The farmer was so surprised and at a loss when he was greeted by Roland that he didn't know where to put his hands and just kept holding on to the farm tools.

From a distance, it looks like an idle nobleman bullying a serf.

"Good day, my lord. My...my name is William."

Roland saw his nervousness, because it was too obvious, he waved his hand to keep the two soldiers away, and asked with a smile: "Don't be nervous, William, this is just a casual conversation. Then you How are you doing here?"

In order to relieve his tension, Roland planned to talk to him about the usual things first, so that he could relax, otherwise his intermittent reply would be a kind of torture for both of them.

William stopped trembling when he heard this, and immediately said fluently: "The life here is much better than that over there, even though they are all called Calradia. You have to worry about robbers and deserters who don't know when they will come.

If you encounter robbers and deserters, you can still resist one or two. If the country goes to war, you will encounter nobles who may come to loot our village at any time.That is not even daring to resist, so just hand it in honestly.

"

Roland just listened quietly, nodding from time to time, listening to him talking about the aristocratic lords who were not full enough to eat; and then how the child in the next door died in a deserter's looting, and how he escaped.

The conversation got farther and farther, and even started to chat about which woman in the village is the most beautiful and the most fertile.

Hearing this, Roland had to cough twice, reminding him to go far away!
After hearing Roland's cough, William realized that he seemed to have said something that he shouldn't have said, at least not in front of the lord.

If he knew what a large-scale social death scene is, he would definitely agree with it.

"It's okay, I can understand that we don't have any enemies here for the time being. At least not this spring, you can farm with peace of mind. What do you think of the land here? Is it suitable for growing wheat?"

"My lord, is there any land that is not suitable for growing wheat? But judging from the dug up soil, there are no ants, so it should be a good fertile soil, right?"

In the end, he used a questioning tone, expressing that he was not sure, what if the yield of the wheat grown here was not high, and the aristocrat blamed himself.

Don't give an affirmative answer to anything, except, of course, the lord's taxes.This is how these little people survive.

Yes, for Calradia, which is at war almost every year, the famine drives everyone crazy, and any place with land is the land they cultivated, and they left their homes to escape the war.

Just find any place and start farming. There will be some land that is not suitable for farming.Even if it is only a ratio of 1:2, for them, as long as there is a harvest, someone will cultivate it.

Just like in the game, as long as countries are at war with each other for a period of time, you will find that almost all towns will have no food, and food is regarded as military supplies and is not allowed to be sold.

Looking forward to the yield of fertile soil, Roland asked with great interest: "Then what proportion do you expect to be able to grow here?"

This question obviously stumped William. He thought to himself, isn't this kind of thing just for God's favor? How would I know.

But facing the master's question, he had no choice but to answer honestly: "I don't know about that, my lord."

Come on, I asked an idiot question, and Roland couldn't help but patted himself on the head.

Those ratios are said to have been obtained after years of statistics. In this era when no one studied farming, and no one thought of studying such things in the past.

Who knows these things? For future generations, ordinary people can only give an estimate based on the production in previous years on their own land.

The problem is that this is their first year of farming. Of course, the results will not be known until the results come out.

Roland had no choice but to get up and leave. When talking about farming, he remembered something that could improve efficiency, and that was a heavy plow.

The iron ore I bought last time was basically used to make weapons, and the rest could not make a few heavy plows. The most important thing was that there were no livestock for pulling.

If a horse is used, a special bridle and yoke must be made,
War horses are even more reluctant to use them for farming, and those are all Roland's darlings.

(End of this chapter)