I have a shelter

George looked at the grains.

They really had to be used for disaster relief - in those troubled times, disasters were more than just fog and tsunamis.

As for the army's share, at most two years of military rations could be taken out. But two years was almost enough. After two years, the major grain bases in the valley, basin, dome eagle, and Iberia would be able to flourish everywhere. Although it was still insufficient to feed the people of the world - how could this temporary production be possible?

But as long as the army could prevent the people from starving to death when fighting, mankind would still have a future.

So most of these grains had to be used for disaster relief.

The Sun King's eyes were slightly stern.

The Queen told him that the Moon Kingdom had already started migrating last month. The tsunami thing was probably true - whether there was one or not, we had to be prepared.

At this moment, the Sun King saw his good son-in-law suddenly lift up his cloak, flap his armor, kneel at his feet and bow his head deeply.

The Sun King was shocked, he was stunned on the spot, a little confused. The crowd around was also confused, only Gasper and a group of Heavenly Kingdom historians were writing things down.

"Your Majesty, you gave me a hope to live in the Dawn of this world! Please accept my greeting! You have saved countless people!"

The crowd around suddenly understood, and they all fell to the ground. The Dawn Knights knelt on one knee to pay their respects, and the bureaucrats of the Sun City kowtowed three times and nine times and shouted long live.

The Sun King had never dreamed of this scene - he had thought many times about letting another emperor bow at his feet, but he never thought it would be for such a reason.

He suddenly understood what kind of heart a real king should have, and what it meant to have the world in mind.

My good son-in-law, whether it was a show today or it was really so in his heart. I am far inferior to him in this regard.

The Sun King looked at George who was kneeling on the ground and nodded slowly, thinking that maybe he was really old, and maybe it was right to give everything to his son and son-in-law, although he was a little unwilling to give it.

George bowed his head and continued to say solemnly: "The name of the saint 'Sun Chaser. Mox' will surely be sung by the world for a thousand years like 'Turadaen'!"

There have been many saviors and saints in this world, but Turadaen is the first generation of saints and saviors recorded in history.

That was the doomsday era when the gods destroyed the world. Under the guidance of the Kashiya people and the seven gods, Turadaen and his brother led humans from the north to the world's first shelter - the Golden Kingdom.

It can be regarded as the enhanced version of Noah in this world.

George compared the Sun King to Turadaen, which is really appropriate - Sun Chaser. Mox led the people of all races from the south to the Sun City, accumulated food, and let the people of the world survive the tsunami.

Of course, the Sun King's original intention may not be like this. He just cared about the people of the Southern Wilderness. Originally, he did not believe in tsunamis and sat in the Sun City waiting to die. So as long as this is written casually, the Sun King will be the sinner of this world - and he must also be called a foolish and warmongering maniac.

But now with George's words, the father-in-law found that he had been recorded for thousands of years, and it was recorded in the heavenly book - in the history of history, how many people were recorded in this heavenly book?

This suddenly turned a foolish and war-crazy maniac into a savior like Turadaen, and the Sun King naturally laughed heartily and was extremely happy.

Originally, he was still somewhat unwilling in his heart, especially after seeing these grains - this was the accumulation of twenty years of hegemony!

But now he is relaxed all over.

In the past thousands of years, how many dynasties can be passed down for hundreds of generations - if ten generations have not changed dynasties, it is a blessing!

And how many emperors can be remembered?

What is the purpose of my life in the army?

Isn't it to be sung for thousands of years, leaving a strong mark in the history books, so that future generations will not forget it?

Moreover, with this, no matter whether his son-in-law will fulfill the promise of "the Sun King will last for thousands of years", his descendants will not encounter any massacre in the future - look at how carefree the failed Hasman and Salman are? It has been tens of thousands of years, and there are too many people who have flattened the capital of the Saudi Kingdom, but no one has dared to kill the descendants of Turadaen.

Including himself.

So George not only gave himself a name that will be passed down through the ages, but also gave his descendants a golden medal of immunity from death. To prove his promise to himself.

This is the real gift!

The historians wrote this in the Heavenly Kingdom Records, and at this moment, the Sun King laughed heartily.

He couldn't help but look at his son again - Alexander must have left a strong mark in this doomsday war, even if there is no Sun King after the second, Mox is satisfied with his life.

When he looked at his son-in-law, he liked him more and more. He was the Sun King, the fake Turada, his son was the hero who fought against the devil, and his son-in-law was the real Turada.

Now he had both face and substance!

He suddenly felt that his life was worth it!

George also laughed happily. He knew that now, his father-in-law was finally willing to leave all his property to him.

'Finally, he got it by cheating'

George was very satisfied. For the sake of this world, what could he do if he worshipped all the ancestors of the Sun King?

And no matter what the Sun King's original intention was, he still left something for future generations and made a great effort to fight against the end of the world.

It should be recorded in history books.

As for what the history was originally like and what the truth was. Let future generations judge!

After inspecting the granary in the city with the Sun King that day, George stood on the city wall and looked at the ships coming and going and pondered for a long time.

Some of these ships were full of food, some were full of laborers. Some even had elders, priests and priests of some tribes in the southern wilderness.

They will all go to the Golden Inner Sea in the middle of the Star River to transform the land and build water conservancy to prepare for the floods that may occur after the tsunami in the future.

Although the Golden Inner Sea is in the middle of the continent and will not be affected by the tsunami, the river will definitely rise in the future. If preparations are not made early, there will be a big flood after a few heavy rains.

The entire Southern Wasteland is the best land that has been preserved in the mist, with a population of 14.88 million. 14.88 million sounds like a lot, but every time George hears this number, his heart trembles.

Such a vast and fertile land, but the population is not even half of the Qin Dynasty.

As for how many people there are in the north, no one knows - the kings don't know.

Only Alfonso gave a population figure of Elda before the mist - 80 million. The land is twice as large as that of the Song Dynasty, but the population is not as large as that of the Song Dynasty.

But compared to now, the former Elda was already an extremely prosperous dynasty.

Because now in the whole world, except for the Moon Kingdom and the Holy Empire, the most populous is probably the Southern Wasteland - because most of the people in the Southern Wasteland are refugees from various countries in the north!

The vast land in the north is like the Eurasian continent, and the south is like the Americas. But now it is sparsely populated. Not as good as many dynasties in the Chinese Dynasty!

According to the Heavenly Kingdom archives, the world's population today is dozens of times different from before the mist.

Humans are gradually becoming extinct.

And now, even the 14.88 million people in this ‘rich’ Southern Wilderness are facing the dilemma of displacement.

In the natural disaster, most of the land in the south will no longer be suitable for survival. Many lands will be flooded. I am afraid that only the Golden Inland Sea in the middle of the continent will not be affected too much.

But there is no place to accommodate 14.88 million people there.

Now, there is land but no people in the north, and there will be more people and less land in the south in the future, but it is not appropriate to just migrate people from the south to the north. Perhaps the population of the north and the south should be exchanged, and a blood transfusion should be carried out during this doomsday plan. Let the people of all races gradually merge and work together to spend the future - humans can no longer kill each other.

There are many people in the Southern Wilderness, but there are not many people in the Southern Wilderness, only less than three million. And they are divided into hundreds of ethnic groups and thousands of tribes. Most of the ethnic groups are not exclusive under the belief and prophecy of the sun god. So as long as the culture, writing and belief are unified, it will be easy to integrate into the big family.

In fact, in the past few decades, people of all ethnic groups in the Southern Wilderness have been intermarrying with each other. Many tribesmen in the Southern Wasteland have now moved into cities and castles. Many enlightened lords like Sorrento have even worn short clothes to imitate the Moon Kingdom.

The only pity is that although most of the lords live in castles, they are vigorously developing pastures under their rule, and everyone raises cattle and horses. Although the Sun King advocates the development of agriculture, he also supports the lords in domesticating a large number of cattle and horses for future wars.

After the tsunami, most of the grasslands in the Southern Wasteland will probably disappear. This place must be transformed into an agricultural society and start learning some magic.

At the same time, we should also learn some farming techniques here.

The Southern Wasteland has such fertile land, and it also has high-yield crops such as corn and sweet potatoes. But the average yield per mu is only 6 bushels-300 kilograms!

What is the wheat yield of the shelter this month? Almost 400 kilograms!

And the average yield per mu of all crops combined has exceeded 20 bushels!

Even the Sky Eagle has an average yield of 8 bushels per mu this month!

The farmland here needs to be developed well. Before the stars fall, the land must be used to its full potential. Many people in the shelter may have to come here on business trips this year. It is not enough to rely on the priests alone.

Especially the land near the Golden Inland Sea, it should be well transformed. Once this big granary is developed, even after the tsunami, the land in this area of ​​the Inland Sea alone will probably have a better yield than Iberia and the Basin. It is not a problem to feed 20 million people!

At the end of September, many people in the shelter had put on coats. But in the South Wilderness, you still have to go shirtless to feel comfortable.

On this day, the old king died and the new king succeeded to the throne.

The spokesperson of the Sun God, the Lord of Dawn, raised his sword in the Sun Temple to enthrone the new king.

God-granted kingship!

Now those thorny lords have long been subdued by the thundering means of the Sun King, and most of the remaining people support the prince. In addition, with the endorsement of the Sun God and the entire Kingdom of Heaven, the ascendancy of the Sun's eldest son is undisputed.

The divine right of kingship also made the people of the entire Southern Wilderness welcome it.

Compared to the old Sun King, the new king is tolerant and kind, and his prime minister is the moderate Solondo. This made the nobles who had always lived in the shadow of the old king cry with joy today - or in other words, the nobles had been crying since the day they paid homage to the old king.

That damn old butcher is finally dead!

Next, the Southern Wilderness ushered in a comprehensive open policy. Originally, in the isolation of the Southern Wilderness, the noble lords could only conduct trade with various countries in private and secretly. Many people even learn magic, but the temple uses its teachings to find fault.

It can be said that Southern Wilderness has longed for the new world for a long time. In addition, some of the conservatives were killed by the Sun King, and some are die-hard loyalists of the Sun God. Therefore, all the new policies went very smoothly, and the start of the trade war also activated the Southern Wilderness. Cities are once again revitalized.

The work of migration, blood exchange and integration also quietly unfolded in this torrent of trade.

Alexander temporarily stayed in Southern Wasteland. The eunuchs and princesses who were "martyrdomed" all went to the shelter. As for the old Sun King, after wandering around the shelter with George for a few days, they went to Dome Eagle together and headed towards the capital of Elda.

The two of them basically stayed together all day long, and Mox, who had changed his clothes, looked like one of George's old retainers, old knights, elders, or teachers—his last name was naturally Austin.

And George no longer calls Mox your majesty, but 'uncle', or 'King Smoker'.

There are great kings all over the Southern Wilderness, and now the Sun King is also dressed up like an ordinary Southern Wilderness noble. However, no matter how ordinary King Smoke is dressed, he is probably not ordinary - you can tell from the silly look in Mosk's eyes.

Ever since 'Little Fatty' Moss met up with George and others on the road, his eyes had never left the big fat man - or rather, the bear.

Because this King Smoke is over two and seventy meters tall, and his width is also scary! The weight reached a terrifying three hundred kilograms! It's like a big brown bear, or an ogre lord!

The 'little fat guy' Moss, who was as big as O'Neal, stood in front of the brown bear, looking like a little raccoon.

On this day, everyone stopped in a city to rest during their journey. After the nobles entertained everyone, George and others put on ordinary clothes and walked around the city.

Moss couldn't help but bring up the issue again.

"Don't lie to me, George, I just heard you call him Mox!" Moss shouted softly, and he looked at the big brown bear not far away who was chatting with an old farmer. He couldn't help but open his mouth again - he would never admit his mistake!

"I'm not blind!" Moss stared and shouted loudly: "How many such tall and strong King Mox are there in the world?! And I just saw it. Bana called him father. !”

George stretched out a hand, stared into Moss's eyes, and said seriously: "There are many people named 'Mox' in the Southern Wilderness - also, my uncle is called 'Smoke'!"

Moss was frightened by George's eyes and nodded quickly: "Just say so."

In order to make Moss remember, George repeated: "Smoke. Alexey. Blah blah. Austin - Uncle Mox! (shouting over there) Which middle name have you decided to call?" Is it Carl or Charlie?”

King Smoker had no time to pay attention to him. He was standing in front of the old farmer with a confused look on his face.