Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Then, bring up the personal panel.

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (41.5%)

Skills: Binding spell "Zan" (proficient), archery (always hitting the mark), expert empty hand (proficient)...

Magic cards: strong (blue), rock-solid, intermediate (purple), kingly temperament (purple)

Equipment: Twin Valyrian daggers, sapphire amulet (2/3), bronze shield

Pets: Golden-nosed rat (blue), white deer (auspicious animal)

Evaluation: "The bloodline is steadily improving, you can try to learn advanced dragon control skills."

Unremarkable, almost unchanged.

Aemon sighed and looked at the golden hourglass on the card page again:

【Quantity of Essence: 2197】

After hunting the glutton, he was drenched in dragon blood and obtained 100 points of magic essence.

Four dragon eggs and white deer provide 67 points of essence.

It cost 250 essence to redeem [Bronze Shield] just now, and there are 2197 essence points left.

Only one regret.

The glutton failed to provide 5% blood purity.

"When the dragon dies, the blood loses its essence."

Aemon rubbed Gray Shadow's dragon head angrily, feeling sorry for the death of an adult dragon.

But it would be better to die.

Without the gluttons stealing dragon eggs and hunting young dragons, the number of young dragons on Dragonstone may usher in a wave of growth.

"It's all for the family."

Aemon comforted himself, feeling much better.

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow blinked and stood up, waiting for a long time with no reward.

"It's about time."

Aemon pushed away the greedy young dragon, got up and left ruthlessly.

Halfway through, he ordered: "Remind Sir Ryan of Seagull Tower to pay attention to receiving the next batch of building materials."

"Yes, Prince."

Johanna said.

The building materials did not appear out of thin air, but were transported by a large foreign ship from outside the Strait and landed in Haiou Town for transfer.

As long as there is no fanfare, the cards provide protection.

The only thing I need to worry about is that the mountain road through the river valley is difficult to pass.

…

"Prince."

Bachelor Mu Kun said happily: "Come and see, the hardness of slaked lime is very high."

Pick up a stone and smash it against the low wall made of slaked lime.

Bang!

The stone was broken in half, and a small dent was made on the surface of the low wall.

Aemon stretched out his hand and touched it. It felt a little cold and clammy, and it was still semi-dry.

It is well known that hydrated lime must be completely dry to develop its full hardness.

"This level is quite good."

Bachelor Mu Kun was afraid that His Highness the Prince was ignorant.

"According to this hardness, how much hydrated lime is needed? Can you calculate it?"

Eamonn was satisfied.

"A Prince's Palace, with an immeasurable quantity of hydrated lime."

"To put it another way, if three thousand people build a palace, how many people can burn lime to supply it?"

"At least five hundred people."

Aemon said in surprise: "Five hundred people are enough?"

He thought there were more people.

"more than."

Bachelor Mukun elaborated: "It is simple to burn lime, but the demand for stone and firewood is huge, and three times the number of people are required to supply it."

That is an additional 1,500 people dedicated to quarrying stone and cutting firewood.

Eamonn suddenly lost his temper.

One thousand new land orphans and 509 new households were not enough.

Johanna stood on tiptoes and whispered: "Prince, we have a coal mine."

"Yes, coal can replace firewood."

Aemon's ideas suddenly became clear and he drafted a complete production chain in his mind.

Half dug coal and quarried stone, and half burned lime.

Don't delay either.

Dare to think and dare to act, Eamonn walked towards the temporary village by the long lake.

"Prince, what do you think?"

Johanna was by her side.

"Give our people a smooth path to a bright future."

Aemon didn't look back, a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, when the new residents heard the noise, they had already left their huts and gathered together.

Both men and women lowered their heads, full of fear of the new lord and the fish-eating dragon.

The northwest is relatively poor and has little information.

They don't know what makes a prince or not a prince, they just hope that if they have land to cultivate, the new lord can collect less miscellaneous taxes.

"Everyone, welcome to the river valley!"

Eamonn walked to the village entrance, opened his arms and shouted.

The new residents looked at each other, and many old people knelt down with their children.

The scene was quite cold.

Steve rushed out with a loud voice: "Before you is the bronze and fireborn Targaryen, the heir to Runestone City, the Dragon Prince, Aemon the Dragon Slayer!"

The loud voice spread across half of the long lake.

"Hiss!"

The alarmed and depressed gray shadow screamed sharply, and the little guy was catching fish on the lake.

With a single move, the whole body is moved, and the black swans wandering on the green lake startle one after another, spread their wings and fly over the lakeside.

Young dragon and black swan flock.

The new residents have been in the countryside since they were born, and they have never seen such scenes.

Those with sharp eyes have seen Steve dressed in silver armor and white robes, and have heard of the name White Knight.

Immediately, a large group of people fell to their knees with hulala.

"Aemon the Dragon Slayer!"

"Master Prince..."

"..."

The country people all call the nobles "Master". When they heard about the dual identity of the heir to Runestone City and the prince of the Dragon Clan, they felt that they were a hundred times more noble than the nobles they had seen before.

Aemon took it for granted and calmly waved his hand: "Everyone, get up. What I want is your loyalty, not your knees!"

The new residents didn't dare not listen, so they thanked him sparsely and stood up.

Steve was guarding me and said solemnly: "Prince, please give me a lecture."

"Thank you."

Aemon took a deep breath and announced loudly in Common Tongue with a slight valley accent: "Welcome you to join the valley. As your new lord, I will provide you with land."

Wow!

The new citizens were pleasantly surprised and hit the bull's-eye accurately.

Aemon continued: "At the same time, I will also build a new home for all of us!"

"..."

The new residents couldn't understand why the prince would live with them.

Eamonn's next sentence was: "I will pay you as much as you do!"

"Long live the Prince!!"

The new leaders' eyes were gleaming and they were shouting at the top of their lungs.

In any era, money is the driving force of human society.

After a while, Aemon pressed his hands down to signal them to be quiet.

The new citizens shut up and their enthusiasm waned by half.

They began to doubt whether the wages were real or fake.

It was rare for nobles to collect corvées and provide them with gruel for two meals.

Eamon didn't waste any time and asked, "Who is the village chief or other person in charge?"

Soon, seven old men and three middle-aged men walked out.

"We are the chiefs of seven villages."

"Our village is still rushing to harvest crops, and we are the representatives."

The ten people have similar identities and are all lower-level managers.

Eamonn said simply and rudely: "Building cities and towns requires manpower. If you contribute, I can distribute wages or other substitutes."

"Dear Your Highness, what are we going to do, and how much...reward can we get?"

An old village chief was so frightened that he didn't even dare to mention his wages.

"Different jobs have different wages."

Eamonn knew that the people at the bottom were the most practical, so he introduced them one by one: "Burning lime earns twenty-eight bronze stars a month, quarrying three silver deer a month, and mining six silver stars a month."

According to the exchange rate of 1/10 for Bronze Star, Silver Deer, and Golden Dragon, wages have been squeezed to the lowest critical point in King's Landing.

Only coal mining is a profitable job.

Accordingly, coal mining is the most painful and tiring.

"real!?"

The old village chief's eyes widened in disbelief.

Jobs are scarce for rural people, and after the harvest, their income is basically zero.

"How could His Royal Highness lie to others!"

Steve spoke at the right time.

The old village chief was so excited that he immediately started discussing with the other nine people.

They lost the land originally provided by Runestone City, and the river valleys were all uncultivated land, and they were worried about their future lives.

With a profitable job, there is no need to worry about the family going hungry.

"Think carefully. We will recruit both men and women, but not the elderly or children."

Aemon left a message and stared at the Xintian orphans gathered nearby.

"The same goes for you, I will distribute the wages!"

They originally wanted to support the River Valley because of Rhaenyra's status, and they didn't talk about wages.

Hearing this, the group of Xintian orphans also became lively.

Within a moment, both groups discussed the results.

Of course!

Aemon finally showed his fox tail and said righteously: "As long as you are a citizen of the river valley, I will distribute six acres of land to each person according to their population!"

Not to mention the new territorial residents who value land most.

Even the orphans from Xintian were secretly excited and wanted to stay in the river valley and get a piece of land.

There is land outside King's Landing, but competition among orphans is fierce.

Moreover, those lands are relatively barren, not as good as the fertile black soil in the river valleys.

Aemon glanced secretly and saw that the people's support was available, and said: "In addition to wages, if anyone wants to stay in the river valley, after the town is established, a house will be distributed according to the household registration!"

He doesn't care whether he suffers a loss or not.

Anyway, I don’t have anything in hand right now, so I rely on the hard work of these people in front of me.

If you work hard, you'd better kill me.

"Your Highness, let us stay!"

Someone shouted loudly and squeezed out of the Xintian orphans.

What do orphans care about most?

Don't go hungry or cold.

After receiving the favor of Princess Rhaenyra, the "Light of the Kingdom", they escaped starvation and had the opportunity to cultivate land and build houses.

But it doesn't belong to them after all.

Staying in the river valley and getting money and a house is not a dream life.

With the first one taking the lead, the rest boils over.

The new citizens did not hesitate to give in, and once again knelt down and asked to express their loyalty.

"Prince."

Johanna looked surprised.

Unexpectedly, His Highness the Prince has begun to develop the skills to control his subordinates.

Although it is all driven by interests, it is enough for a while.

Eamonn ignored it directly and was obsessed with work: "The two groups of people are together, the women are baking lime, the older and younger men are mining stones, and the young and strong laborers are digging coal."

After a pause, he suddenly realized: "Select some girls and strong women and cook for them. The wages are the same as for baking lime."

Eating is a very important matter, so don’t forget it.

Johanna:…

The people who were even more speechless than her were the people from the Fireworker tribe who were working as coolies to move the stones.

Seeing the orphans and new residents of Xintian receiving wages and housing, they were all stunned.

Crack!

William struck the ground with his whip and yelled: "What are you looking at? I just want to rest after moving so many rocks today."

"Woooooo~~"

The people of the Fireworker Tribe were about to cry, so they threw away their arms and continued working.

Who said they were prisoners? The tribesmen sent out to recruit the tribe never came back.

At the bottom of the food chain in the river valley.

"Come to me, Gray Shadow!"

After Aemon finished painting the pie, he called the young dragon to watch the fun.

It takes a kiln to burn lime, so we first burn some samples manually.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow, unaware of the darkness of human hearts, flew over happily.

Maester Mukun: ...

Who said that dragons are all ferocious beasts?

Aemon glanced at him and began to order the horses and cattle: "Maester, please notify the work of tamping the foundation to stop, double the area of ​​the foundation, and use lime mixed with sand and clay to tamp it again."

The materials provided by the cards are of high value, and we must make the most of them.

Build a palace once, then follow the specifications of the Forbidden City.

Just trouble him to plan the palace drawings once.

It's really hard work.

One more chapter!

The plot of farming is still relatively smooth, and it is a small compensation to see the process and harvest of farming in more chapters.