Emperor of Arcane

Tens of millions of mud fish burrowed around in the semi-turbid pond. {What? You don’t know yet|Read COM, read the chapters without mistakes|Hurry up and Google them}

Several large catfish drove them away.

It is precisely because of their vitality that the gathered mud fish are alive and kicking.

With his hands on his hips, Bobo proudly introduced everyone to the fruits of his labor:

"There are currently four breeding ponds like this in the entire swamp castle, located in the stronghold and around the castle."

"Last year there was no fishing and production. All was used for breeding and breeding. We can start harvesting this year."

"It is expected that 3,000 tons of mud fish can be harvested. The area behind is a snakehead fish breeding area."

"The production of black fish is relatively small. It is estimated that there will be about 400 tons, which is just enough for children to eat for a year..."

Hearing Bobo's words, the Druid students looked over curiously, and many of them suddenly realized.

"So, the fish we usually eat comes from here?"

"The black fish meat is delicious, I think of the pickled fish... 呲呲..."

"What do these mudfish usually eat?"

"Kitchen waste after processing..."

"No, to be more precise, they are small bugs cultivated using these kitchen wastes..."

"How did you know?"

"I saw it all, right there."

"Hiss...the smell is so strong..."

"What's the matter? Do you remember that we need to put away the fish bones after we finish eating?"

"Do you know where it was lost?"

"Of course I know, part of it is for the kobolds to eat, and part of it is for the konjac growing area..."

"..."

Alona heard their exchange and was secretly surprised.

Butler Ralph told her a few days ago that the territory acquired another group of half-elf slaves.

This time there were a lot of people, thousands of them, including quite a few children.

She doesn't worry about being an adult. As long as everyone is willing to work hard in the Gulf Territory, everyone can live well.

Children are different. I hope they can adapt to life in the Gulf Territory.

With this thought in mind, Alona began to record it more carefully.

Matthew waved to everyone and said softly in an expectant tone:

"For now, these mudfish and snakehead fish breeding areas have not yet spread throughout the misty swamp."

"However, as their numbers continue to expand, we still need to cultivate better varieties."

"The yield is higher, the meat quality is better, and the taste is more beautiful. Anything that can make them more popular is the direction of our efforts."

"..."

Many druids were looking forward to it and came over excitedly, curiously looking at the scurrying fish.

They deeply understood the true meaning of what the lord once said, "Rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the water to eat the water."

We are not asking everyone to plunder the existing resources in these areas, but to select some species worth cultivating and expand and industrialize them.

Continuously improve them to make them more valuable, like factory-produced products.

Matthew was very pleased with the energetic appearance of these young people.

Young people are good. If they are given enough benefits and the pie is made bigger, they can rush forward screaming.

What a tool man!

We must let them live, wear and eat well, stop worrying about trivial matters in life, and strive to create greater value for the development of the territory.

Right now, this is just the first batch of a small number, and in the future there will be more high-spirited and enterprising young people to join the “tool man” team.

When Matthew thought about it, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Of course, those little mouths waiting for food must be fully satisfied.

Bobo carefully introduced the basic situation in the pond to them, and also introduced the basic data of mud fish and snakehead fish.

After confirming that they were all interested, his big eyes flashed with inexplicable cunning, then he laughed and waved to them cheerfully:

"Come up quickly, I'll take you to see other swamp crocodiles..."

Lao Liu, who was extremely scared, moved cautiously, and even breathed carefully, moved to the side of the road obediently.

Matthew led everyone up, and everyone looked at the bloody mouths around them in wonder, with joy and expectation in their eyes.

Captain Sean felt the fear in the eyes of these giant swamp crocodiles, and many thoughts came to his mind.

"Could it be that each of these giant swamp crocodiles has intelligence?"

"Isn't this possible?"

Bobo waved to these giant swamp crocodiles and motioned for them to follow him. Seeing the sparkle in the eyes of these druid students, he said without thinking:

"Hey, most swamp crocodiles are very stupid and look like beasts. Unless they are particularly talented, becoming a product is their final outcome."

"However, there are also some swamp giant crocodiles who are very intelligent and can understand commands and communicate..."

Listening to Bobo's introduction, many druid students became curious about the giant swamp crocodile.

After all, is this kind of magical creature that is huge in size, powerful in combat, and has a challenge level far beyond their imagination, actually just a "livestock" raised in the territory?

The journey lasted about half an hour.

We passed through several areas of fog and swamp. If it weren’t for the giant swamp crocodile leading the way, no one would be able to identify the direction.

Alona, ​​who was keenly observant, noticed that dense crowds of murlocs were moving back and forth under the mire.

They are clearing the route for black fish to move, secretly guiding them towards the area where the giant swamp crocodile is located.

"Sure enough, this is also part of the circular chain..."

Just when Alona was feeling extremely emotional, Bobo, who was in a very good mood, pointed to the lively puddle area in the distance and said:

"We're here. Everyone, please pay attention. Those stupid giant swamp crocodiles will sleep after eating."

"Smarter swamp crocodiles know how to find fights with other swamp crocodiles, and then leave this area where they can eat and die..."

Facing everyone's puzzled looks, Bobo coughed slightly and said meaningfully:

"A life of eating and waiting to die is indeed comfortable, but they will never grow much."

“Just like what our Gulf Territory advocates, only by constantly working hard and forging ahead can we be qualified to change our original destiny and embark on a new life.”

Everyone nodded, some half-understanding.

Alona, ​​who has a stronger ability to understand, couldn't help but tell everyone her feelings:

"Please refer to your past life. When you were a child, you played carefree and naturally you didn't learn any knowledge."

"Another example is the magic plants we cultivate. If the nutrients are too rich, it will lead to the deterioration of the species."

"Provide them with certain conditions so that they can start their adventures without any worries. On the contrary, they can bear different fruits and bloom more beautiful flowers."

Seeing other people's sudden realization, Alona whispered silently in her heart:

"But only the Gulf Territory can do this..."