Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

In the dark corner of the kitchen, three guys were squatting by the stove, and the room was filled with the smell of meat.

"You can eat."

"Oh yeah—" Dean cheered.

Roy also bent the corners of his lips.

Then the door squeaked open.

A kind voice sounded from behind: "What can I eat?"

The three guys squatting like giant potatoes by the stove turned their heads stiffly.

Old Gener, the loyal butler who has served the Lord's Mansion for more than forty years, stood there with a warm smile.

"...Hehe...hehe..." Dean pulled out a smiling face with difficulty, and handed over the meat that was about to be delivered to his mouth flatteringly: "Grandpa Gener, you eat..."

Joe One: So why don't I eat out and then come back?

……

After all, Old Gener didn't eat the barbecue offered by Dean, nor did he reprimand Qiao Yi who ran out to hunt secretly.

He just came in and examined the three people carefully, and he breathed a sigh of relief after he found no signs of injury.

"Master, please don't take such risks in the future. If you must go, please take me with you. As the former commander of the Stormland Self-Defense Force, it is my bounden duty to ensure your safety."

Joe One: ...

The self-defense force you are talking about is the group in the villa wearing three stripes. Today they help this family find chickens and tomorrow they help butcher pigs for that family. They are also responsible for fighting against field mice and birds that come to steal grain... Is that the Self-Defense Forces?

"Master, even though I am old, I can still swing a sword."

Old Gener was categorical, and when he talked about passion, he still clenched his fists, as if holding a sword in his hand, and slashed towards the air in front of him.

Then his posture froze in place.

Old Gener: "...the waist...the waist flashed..."

Joe One: ...

rest you.

……

When the night was getting dark, Joe was nestled on the sofa with a brick foot already missing a leg, holding a book in his hand, and almost fell asleep.

On the badly worn book cover, the words sprinkled with gold have been mottled, but they are still vaguely legible.

The Stuart Family History

The fireplace next to it was burning brightly, emitting a warm orange-yellow light.

As soon as Joe put down the book, he walked to the edge of the window sill, opened the curtains and looked up at the clear night sky.

Compared with the dusty night that Joe saw every day and never saw the stars, the stars here are so bright that they can be picked by hand.

The manor is very quiet on winter nights.

Looking down from Qiaoyi's room on the third floor, he could overlook the entire manor.

The dead wind lanterns hanging at the gates of the leaders blurred into bright light spots in the dark night, and a few barking dogs brought a bit of smoke and fire to the place.

Several children were playing and running on the street with their dogs, and the voice of a woman calling them home came from afar.

The mountains in the distance are blurred into large swathes of dark shadows, and the scattered peaks protrude upwards, as if they want to reach into the sky to pick up the twinkling stars.

For Qiao Yi, who has smoked fresh smog for 20 years, he actually likes the environment here more than the original smoky modern city.

The feeling here is very similar to the mountains that I could see in my grandmother's yard when I was a child, peaceful and peaceful.

And all the way to the north from the manor is the shining ice field that is inaccessible.

At the end of the ice field is a snow mountain that no one dares to set foot in.

400 years ago, the Stuart family established a powerful kingdom and splendid civilization in the northern border of the mainland.

However, with the advent of the Great Ice Age, this kingdom in the north gradually declined, and even the holy city of Zion was frozen in the glacier of the Great Snow Mountain in the north.

Disappearing together, there is also the dwarf kingdom that created a splendid mechanical civilization.

Later, the kingdom was annexed by the Norman Dynasty in the south of the mainland, and the royal family and some nobles of the Stuart Dynasty were also exiled to the bitterly cold Northland.

That is the current storm collar.

The extremely cold weather and short summer make the crops that can be grown here pitiful, and even the hardy rye will greatly reduce the yield here.

Therefore, people here have to live by combining hunting, gathering and farming.

The commercial road to the south is blocked by mountains and forests, and there is sea in the east, but the people here cannot afford to build large ships that can sail far.

These are also the root causes of poverty in Stormland.

Is there any way to change the status quo and make this place rich?

Joe thought.

He really didn't want to eat the hard black bread anymore.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The ringing of the bell tower in the distance interrupted Qiao Yi's train of thought.

"Master, it's time to sleep."

Old Gener knocked on the door and came in, holding a set of clean pajamas in his arms, and put them on Qiao Yi's bedside.

"it is good."

Joe put the book back on the shelf and climbed into bed.

"Good night, master."

Old Gunner closed the door and backed out.

"Good night, Grandpa Gunner."

Joe together.

The room was plunged into darkness, only the moonlight quietly shining in from the window.

Joe turned over on the bed and fell asleep.

……

When the first ray of sunlight shone into Qiao Yi's bedroom in the morning, Qiao Yi had already sat on the bed for half an hour in a daze.

half an hour ago

[Hello, your golden finger has arrived at Caiji Station, please come and pick it up with the pick-up code 10086...] Qiao, who just woke up, looked at the subtitles floating in front of him, and then at the four four on his bedside table Fang Fang's package fell into deep thought.

...By the way, through what strange channel did this thing get sent?

And, if his bedside table is the so-called vegetable chicken station, then... what is he?

Qiao Yi: ...It feels like it has been connoted.

Before that, Qiao Yi always felt that he was a fake time traveler.

While other people ran across other worlds with invincible golden fingers, I was eating chaff and swallowing vegetables in this poor place where even robbers didn't come, and I didn't even have a strong finger.

And now, his golden finger finally arrived late on the morning of the sixth day he came here.

...It seems that I am still a qualified child of the chosen one.

Joe thought so.

Until he entered the pick-up code and extracted his golden finger.

[Hello, your lifespan is less than 28 days, please collect the Anecdotal Book as soon as possible to recharge. 】Joe One: ...

Gan.

Qiao Yi looked at a line of subtitles floating in front of him, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"...can I return it?"

[Hi, because the journey is too far away, the gold finger is issued and will not be returned or exchanged] Qiao Yi: ...

So now, after sitting on the bed and thinking about life for half an hour, Qiao Yi had to accept the fact painfully: he, Qiao Yi, a five-hearted young man from the 21st century who wholeheartedly contributes to the construction of a socialist society, now has to face [no Krypton gold is going to die] the egg pain problem.

And his golden finger is now on Qiao Yi's table:

A book with a gold-rimmed cover and gorgeous and intricate patterns printed on it.

On the title page of the book it says [Host Information]

[Name: Joey (Joy Stuart)]

[Identity: Lord of Stormlord]

[Age: 17 years old]

[Height: 178cm]

[Life: Balance 27 days, 23 hours and 26 minutes]

[Lottery Ticket: 0]

[Illustrated Book: 0]

[Other functions: to be developed]

The rest of the pages in the book are all white pages.

——It must be the place to add illustrations.

【Ding—the system is activating】

[Hi, system 1302 is at your service wholeheartedly]

A voice sounded in my mind.

However, the first dialogue between Qiao Yi and the system was:

"Why are you here now?"

The system was silent for a moment: ...Fengshun didn't open the door, and used EMS.

Qiao Yi: ...ems wind review was murdered.

"Strange Illustrated Book, what is it?"

Qiao Yi asked as he flipped through the white pages in the book.

"The era when the gods sleep forever, the darkness returns to the world, the undead roam the misty plains, the demon's servants open their eyes in the darkness, R'lyeh at the bottom of the sea..."

"speak English."

Joe interrupted the system.

System: "... There are many ghosts, monsters and anecdotes in this world. You need to collect samples and record them to make a picture book. You can get life rewards and lucky draw opportunities."

Qiao Yi: ...So I'm an emotionless ghost machine?

After hitting a ghost, you have to pluck the hairs of his legs and put them in the book as specimens?

System: In theory, yes.

Joe One: ...All right.What's in the prize pool?

He was a little curious.

"Crash-"

The pages of the book turned by themselves, and soon stopped. A circular pattern slowly emerged on the white page, along with a line of small crooked handwriting: Level [-] prize pool: hardy crop seeds (random), mysterious gift packs, miscellaneous items.

Gone.

There is a very soulful turntable drawn on the side, and [Open] and [Refresh] written in the box next to it.

Qiao Yi: ...Although it looks rough, I am looking forward to it.

Not to mention anything else, just one seed of a cold-resistant crop is enough to satisfy Qiao Yi.

So, the system disguised as an adventure is actually a farming system?

So the question is, where to hit ghosts?

Qiao Yi has never been so eager to see a ghost as he is now.

System: Ask the host to explore on your own.

Joe one:?

……

Joe Yi likes to wander around the manor.

Especially in the rare sunny weather in winter like today.

A woman took advantage of the good weather to come out to dry the quilt with her quilt in her arms. When she saw Joe going out, she smiled and said hello: "My lord, good morning."

"Morning~"

Qiao Yi also answered with a smile.

There were children chasing and running, and the leading child was holding a small wooden windmill in his hand, which was blown by the wind when he was running.

"Crack-"

One of the last children stumbled and fell in front of Qiao Yi, his mouth deflated, and he was about to cry.

A pair of white and slender hands helped him up, patting the snow on his body.

Joe rubbed his little head: "Be careful."

"hey-hey."

The little dirty face of the child was red, and he wiped away the snot and ran away.

After running a few steps, he turned his head to look again.

The little friends around gathered around, and a slightly older girl held her face and sighed: "Your lord looks so pretty when he smiles!"

"Better than the elves in the forest!"

Teams of hunting men came down from the mountain, pulling a huge wild boar on a cart.

It looks like they had a good harvest today.

"I hunted a wild boar today, and the rabbit will bring it to you for extra food."

A burly man fished out a fat rabbit from his back basket and threw it to Qiao Yi: "You are too thin, Lord Lord. Eat more meat to grow taller!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The crowd laughed friendly.

For these tall and strong men like a hill, Qiao Yi's height of 178 is really not enough.

Holding the rabbit that was still thrashing and struggling, Joe shook his head and smiled.

In the eyes of these men, he is just a child.

Going forward, you will reach the edge of the manor, near the forest.

The young man with a huge pile of firewood came out of the mountain, said hello, and hurried towards the manor.

It was young Werther, who had taken up the burden of the family a few months earlier when his father had broken his leg hunting.

At a young age, he is temporarily unable to participate in the hunting of adults, so he can only go up the mountain every day to cut firewood at the edge of the forest to support his family.

Most of the families in the manor did not lack that firewood, but many people were still willing to pay Werther to deliver firewood to their door every morning.

Over the years, people in Stormland have been bitten to death by black bears on the mountain, drowned by the sea in the east, and even poisoned to death by poisonous weeds, but they have never starved to death.

The cold has frozen many vitality in this land, but endowed the people in this land with incomparable tenacity and enthusiasm.

They love the land, even if it has so little to offer them.

Although winter has not yet passed, some leaders have already carried hoes to the field ridges that are still covered with ice and snow, and they are digging up the frozen soil layer by bit, so that it will be easier to plant seeds in the coming spring.

Even elderly women who cannot go up to the mountains to hunt and farm in the fields still spin and weave cloth and smoke jerky at home.

Qiao Yi felt from the bottom of his heart that the kind and hardworking people here should be merciful to God and live a better life.

He really wants to change here.

【Ding--】

Suddenly a dialog pops up in front of you:

[Russell said that the three driving forces of life are the pursuit of knowledge, the desire for love, and the compassion for suffering. 】【Then please start your life from saving people from suffering! 】【Mission Description: Let more than [-] new crops appear in the farmland! (Seeds can be obtained through a lottery)] [Task Reward: Silkworm Breeding and Silk Weaving]

And this moment.

Somewhere in the unknown darkness of the lord's castle, a voice was letting out a heavy sigh.

"... anyone? Can someone take me out in the sun?"

"...Come here... I have mushrooms growing on my body..."

"...I'm going to get moldy..."