Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire

"Well, they should be serfs of a noble nearby, not barbarians."

Seeing Noah's emotional changes and excitement, Serena was a little unresponsive and explained.

"Not barbarians, but savages!"

Noah corrected, the two concepts are completely different.

Barbarians are melee professions with strong physical fitness and fighting instincts, while savages are humanoid animals without civilization and eat raw meat and drink blood.

"Can you go down and take a look?"

Selena was a little surprised by the abnormal reaction of the golden dragon and the request made at this moment, so she immediately met Noah's request.

After a roar and vibration, the airship began to slowly descend to the plain, and the atmosphere hummed and the wind swept, causing people on the ground to look up.

The farmer who was sowing seeds, when he noticed that the behemoth in the sky was falling, knelt on the ground with a panic and uneasiness, trembling, but he was brave enough to choose to escape.

"What do you want to see?"

Selena took Noah off the boat, ignoring the farmers kneeling on the ground, and curiously watched the golden dragon flying over the farmland.

Then, she saw the golden dragon, opening its mouth and spitting out a cone of flames, burning a large area of ​​shrubs and vegetation, and the ashes fluttered, revealing the moist black soil underneath.

"Humus soil!"

Noah stretched out his claws and turned the soil. Feeling the softness transmitted by his claws, he immediately fell silent.

"What's wrong with this soil?"

Selena looked at Noah's actions and was even more confused. She didn't see anything special. This kind of soil was not even qualified to grow the lowest level of magic potions.

"This is very suitable soil for agricultural cultivation. There is no problem. It's very good."

Noah replied, but his dragon eyes became deeper and deeper, and it seemed that something was brewing in it.

In his memory that was about to fade away, a fragment emerged, and there was a small figure in it. He squatted in the field, waving the small hoe in his hand, breaking the hardened loess that was as hard as stone one by one.

"Then..."

"Can they continue to farm? I want to see how they grow crops."

Noah looked at the farmers who were crawling, many of whom had fainted, because everything they had experienced now was beyond their cognitive limits and they could not bear it.

"Okay."

The curiosity in Serena's eyes became more and more intense, but she still did not refuse.

However, such behavior was clearly doting and indulgence in the eyes of the accompanying knights, but no one said anything, but just followed the order.

After all, they just wanted to see the farmers farming. Although it was a bit strange, compared with those nobles who shot ordinary farmers as prey, this behavior was already very normal.

Under the order of the attendants, the farmers who were still able to move stood up tremblingly and continued to sow seeds. No one dared to resist.

Because the noble knight in their eyes had just brought people over, and then, in front of this group of people, he lowered his proud head, looking extremely humble and flattering, just short of inserting a tail behind his back and shaking it desperately.

"Are you the lord here?"

Noah looked at the group of people who were stopped outside the team. The leader was a middle-aged man with a mustache wearing a tight top and pants. The old silk robe on the outside revealed his embarrassment invisibly. It was obvious that he came in a hurry.

"Yes, I am the lord of the Knight Territory of Weizer, Kaido Aisen."

Noticing the look cast by the golden dragon, Kaido answered nervously. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The flag flying on the mast of the low-lying airship had already explained the identity of this group of people and where they came from.

He couldn't offend anyone here. He just couldn't understand why these big shots would come to his knight's territory for no reason.

It didn't make sense at all.

"Are these lands yours too?"

"Yes."

Kaido answered hurriedly.

"What is the yield per mu of these lands?"

"Ah!?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He had imagined all kinds of possibilities, but he had never thought of this problem.

"You don't even know how much grain your land produces every year?"

Noah stared at the man, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his deep golden eyes.

"I don't care."

"Waste!"

Noah cursed unceremoniously.

The man's face suddenly turned red. Although he was just a small knight, he was also a noble. How could a noble care about such things? This was something that the peasants cared about. He even gave the tax to the butler to take care of.

"I..."

"What? You have an objection to being told you're a waste?"

The knight squire who stopped the man noticed the change in the expression of the knight lord, narrowed his eyes slightly, and held the long sword at his waist. If there was anything wrong, he would swing the sharp blade without hesitation.

"No, I dare not."

Even though he was just a knight squire, the fierce spirit honed by fighting monsters frightened the knight lord's legs.

"My butler knows."

Kaido pulled the pale old butler behind him.

"Do you know the grain production?"

"I know a little."

Although the old man was frightened, he still answered stutteringly.

"Then tell me how much your land produces."

"Your Excellency, during the harvest season, the weight of the harvested grains on the land can be about twice the weight of the seeds sown."

"How much? Twice the weight of the seeds?"

Noah couldn't believe it. It was the first time he heard such an absurd description that the harvest of crops had to be compared with the seeds.

"Yes, this is already a very good harvest. The Eagle Territory next door needs to use 60 liters of seeds for every 100 liters of wheat harvested."

Although the housekeeper noticed something was wrong, he still didn't understand why, and even felt a little complacent. After all, in his eyes, such a harvest was already outstanding among the surrounding territories.

Jin Long didn't want to talk anymore. He looked at the farmers who were sowing seeds. They really just sowed the seeds on the simply turned over land without any rules.

If the young figure in his memory dared to do this, he would definitely be hung up and beaten.

"After sowing the seeds, they don't care about anything?"

"Is there anything else to do?"

The old housekeeper was stunned when he heard this, and asked cautiously.

"This can't be called farming at all. This is a waste of land!"

Noah sighed, and indescribable emotions were constantly accumulating. Some almost forgotten memories began to emerge in his mind.

He really couldn't stand it. The people living on this land were basically a group of primitive savages. According to some standards, these were barbarians who needed to be educated!

The output ratio of 1:2 is not made up. The real West was like this before the 11th century. It was not until the 17th century before the Industrial Revolution that their output ratio reached 1:4, thanks to the invasion of the Mongols.

PS: It was because the land output was too low that the West in the Middle Ages could not afford to support a full-scale off-duty army, so there was the Whip of God. In 1219, when the Mongols went west, two two-man teams could reach the Danube.