The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 41 Let’s see if I can earn him a fortune

Isn't Big Fang the druid whose mastiff is about to have a baby? I didn't expect that he is actually a halfling. He will race with the old man the day after tomorrow. Isn't it a fabrication that the mastiff has a baby?

Just to have more time to practice driving?

Through this racing competition, the relationship with the halfling druids was shortened, and then through the communication between Big Fang and Halfling Town, halfling chefs and musicians were recruited to work in Greenscale Town and Bighorn Town.

Wait, Attilan suddenly thought that he didn't seem to have the money to hire a halfling, so he could only provide food and accommodation, and the salary was negotiable!

Although he has no money, he has dozens of sheepskins that the tauren hunted during this period, which can be made into sheepskin windbreakers and sold in the halfling town, or used as wages to the halflings.

He may not be a good boss, but he has been trained for decades before time travel, and he has great insights into how to be a shady boss.

Although Attilan has been busy working on the totem war dance in the forest these days, after getting the milkvetch seeds, he immediately asked the murlocs to send them to Bighorn Town so that the tauren could plant them in the new fields.

It also takes time to fertilize the milkvetch fields, but wheat planting can no longer be delayed. A low yield is better than no yield. Five hundred acres of wheat are planted, leaving five hundred acres of nurturing land.

Planting five hundred acres of wheat is also a part of the totem war dance. When the tauren master the crop planting technology, they will be closely connected with this land.

Attilan chose the earth element for them, so the tauren should establish a bond with the earth.

Attilan was very pleased to see the young sprouts of milkvetch sprouting in the farmland, but the minotaur who sowed the seeds might have been careless, causing the seeds to form green lines in the field.

There was empty soil between the green lines. Just when he wanted to go back and get some seeds to replant, a flash of light exploded in his brain.

"Intercropping! Plant milkvetch in one row and wheat in another. After the harvest, switch the planting positions. After planting milkvetch, plant wheat in the fertile soil."

"Plant vetch to supplement the soil that has been drained by wheat! With fermented farmyard manure for irrigation, the wheat yield should be good!"

The satyr just happened to hear Attilan muttering to himself next to the farmland. He saw the wild boar chariot and couldn't help but want to drive it, so he came over to ask who owned the chariot.

It was the first time a satyr had seen a wild boar pulling a cart, and it was such an obedient pig. It was obvious that the murloc could not drive, so the wild boar followed Attilan on its own.

With his skills, if he cooperates tacitly with this wild boar, he will probably win this year's racing chariot championship in Halfling Town. He wants to give it a try!

Hearing Attilan mention the gap in the middle, the satyr scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I originally wanted to remedy the problem, but all the seeds were planted."

Attilan waved his hand cheerfully.

“This mistake gave me an idea for a solution to planting time!”

After listening to Attilan's explanation, the satyr asked in confusion:

"What's the difference between growing wheat on one piece of land and growing milkvetch on the other? If you plan to plant two plants at intervals like this, it will increase the difficulty of planting, and you won't see any additional benefits."

"Stop talking about this, let me ask you where did you get that wild boar chariot? Can you lend it to me for the competition?"

"I signed up for a competition for you. The participants are all experts. As expected, you should be in last place. The wild boar chariot was lent to me by the contestants."

"Why are you the only one here, where is the chief?"

Looking around, Attilan didn't see the one-story figure.

"He came back in the morning, and he still had a copy of your appointment letter in his hand. After reporting it to me, he went south with his new ax, saying that he was preparing to give you a surprise."

"What does he want to do?"

The satyr was absent-minded, his eyes always fixed on the wild boar feeding on the hillside.

<divclass="contentadv"> "I guess he feels that other people have worked hard to be promoted, and it is not suitable for him to directly serve as warlord. I just want to make some achievements first to prove that your choice is right."

The chief should have planned to respond to his instructions to capture the sand sheep alive and bring back a group of sand sheep. He could catch ten of them by himself. Besides, he was also a chief, so it was appropriate for him to serve as a governor.

A level 11 barbarian chief cannot die if he acts alone.

Attilan is now concerned about how much better intercropping can be compared to rotation. The wheat is flanked by milkvetch, and how much it can be nourished by the fertility of milkvetch.

It is important to ensure that the soil is not drained when wheat is planted, otherwise recovery will be difficult.

"There is a patch of alfalfa in the forest. When the chief comes back, let two teams of tauren drive all the sand sheep there to graze. Remember to build a fence to protect the sand sheep."

Under the guidance of Attilan, the fishmen built fish ponds to raise herbivorous fish, and the feed was mainly alfalfa.

Alfalfa, commonly known as clover, is the king of pasture. It can be fed to cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, pigs, fish and other livestock. Even fishmen have begun to eat alfalfa as food on a daily basis.

Attilan plans to plant it in the wilderness hills. Alfalfa can also fertilize the fields, so that the tauren can eat some alfalfa to neutralize their bad tempers.

Suddenly, Little Fishman No. 1 rushed over.

"It's not good, Dragon Lord! When I was investigating, I found that the dust was flying in the south. It seemed that an army was approaching quickly. It should be the target of plundering Dajiao Town!"

No, Bighorn Town is poor and destitute, and there are still a group of violent tauren. Who would come to rob a place like this without fear of bloodshed?

"Mep, go organize the Minotaurs to prepare for battle, and I'll go check on the situation."

After flying south and approaching Sanddust, Attilan discovered that a group of tauren were attacking Big Horn Town. The tauren leading the charge was the tauren chief carrying a short axe.

Last night, the ax handle was replaced with a new one, a 2.5-meter long wooden stick, in order to match the chief's size, but it still became a short ax in the chief's hands.

"Lista, did you betray me?"

Attilan did not continue to approach and turned back to Bighorn Town to reorganize his army and prepare for war.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the team led by the chief did not approach Bighorn Town. Attilan set out again to investigate the situation and found that they were waiting for the stragglers.

Judging from their relaxed expressions and carrying large and small bags of things, the last few people also drove dozens of sand sheep to follow them. It was obvious that they were not here to rob.

Attilan was relieved.

When the chief arrived in Bighorn Town with a tauren tribe, Attilan greeted them curiously.

"Lista, what's going on with these minotaurs?"

"I think the Dragon Lord's great cause needs more manpower. I happened to encounter them when I was hunting sheep, so I made a little trick to make them surrender to me, and then took them to join the Dragon Lord!"

There were dozens of big eaters again, and Attilan knew that he had to buy wheat bran from Halfling Town, mix it with alfalfa, mushrooms, and sand sheep trimmings to make meat paste to feed these tauren.

The sheep hunter just happened to catch him and force him to go up the mountain. Don't think I didn't notice that the original tauren leader was vomiting blood!

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