Mountain and Forest Kingdom

Spring has finally arrived in the north, a day or two earlier than usual.

In the morning, Saryl saw Lawrence coming downstairs with a hoe and a straw hat.

"Lawrence, what are you doing with a hoe?"

Lawrence walked downstairs with a hoe and put the straw hat on his back on his head.

"Spring is here, and I will lead the people in the territory to cultivate wheat. Of course, I will also work, just like before."

"You've never farmed before." Salil said unkindly.

Lawrence was very angry. He was obviously so hardworking, but the women around him always didn't believe how hardworking he was!

"I don't farm, does the food in the land grow on my own?"

Salil answered honestly: "Others planted it."

Saryl just didn’t believe that Lawrence could farm. In Saryl’s impression, besides spreading beans, the most important things Lawrence did were hunting, building houses, trimming hoofs, seeing doctors, and making stone mills, earthen pots, and urinals. , tables, chairs, wooden nails and other tools.

They are skilled workers, not manual workers.

Lawrence said seriously: "I am the prophet here. Farming in this land given by God is not only a gift, but also an obligation for everyone."

"Whether it is me or others, we must work hard to please God. I have decided that starting from today, I will work in the fields for four hours every day!"

"Growing wheat, growing potatoes, growing barley, rye, rapeseed, and beets. Except for rainy days in winter, labor makes me glorious and makes me happy!"

Salil looked at Lawrence blankly, thinking that something was wrong with Lawrence's brain, "Are you okay?" Salil was very concerned about Lawrence's mental condition.

Lawrence gave up trying to convince these people with poor language.

Hard-working women like Salil don't understand it, and neither can the other witches who love to enjoy themselves and care about face.

"This is what I have to do as a prophet. You can just be busy at home." Lawrence stopped explaining.

Salil still didn’t understand, “I still don’t understand, what’s the purpose of this?”

Lawrence smiled and said: "Do you want me to go out to farm for four hours every day and come back early at night, or do you want me to go out to fight?"

"Farming is good!" Salil quickly chose the land to farm.

Lawrence was just about to laugh at Sariel for being simple-minded, so he could only convince her in this way.

But soon Lawrence thought of the purpose of his hard work, and his actions and plans to try to convince these people of his hard work.

What was originally a good thing, but he insisted on talking too much, described himself as cowardly behavior because he didn't want to go to war.

Lawrence felt bad and quickly ignored it.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'll do my thing!" Lawrence said firmly: "Just think of it as exercise! Whether you believe it or not, I just believe it myself."

Even if you cannot obtain the mysterious energy, it is still a good thing to exercise reasonably in the fields.

After eating, Lawrence set off on his black horse to open up wasteland on an undeveloped grassland near Oak City.

This place is at the foot of the mountain south of Oak City. There are rivers and trees nearby. In the past, no one came here to open up wasteland because of the presence of the Ug people.

Now a few hundred meters away is the farmland developed in Oak City in the past two years. Emma and several Pumi nuns are leading everyone's spring plowing.

On the first day of spring plowing, the cattle are not used yet. There are thirty cattle drinking water and eating grass near the river at the foot of the mountain.

In the past few years, river construction has been carried out to expand the stream into a neat channel.

In autumn, flames were used to burn the weeds on the wasteland, and the farmland areas were burned and then plowed again in autumn to keep the land under the ice warm and better decompose useful substances in the land.

This will make it easier to farm in the spring, and the soil will be richer in nutrients.

Because of the large tracts of land in Feiyu Port and the cultivated land in the Sider area, there has been insufficient food for many years, so most people in Oak City are not very enthusiastic about land reclamation.

The black unicorn lay down under a big tree not far away to sleep and rest. He played cards until midnight yesterday and now he needs to make up for his sleep and bask in the sun.

Lawrence looked at the green grass all over the ground. These tough weeds had just arrived in spring.

"It looks like there are a lot of rocks and tree roots on the ground. I can't cultivate an acre of land even if I'm too exhausted, right?"

Lawrence was still as unsure as ever.

Fortunately, this time I came here to endure hardship.

When you have to work, you have to work, just to warm up your body.

"I'll dig!" Lawrence swung the hoe and hit the grass for a while.

Just like when eating bread, the hoe did not encounter many obstacles when it first penetrated the ground, and soon turned out a piece of wet soil.

He took a few more bites one after another, and suddenly hit a stone hidden in the ground.

Click~

Lawrence stood up, placed the long handle of the lifted hoe on the ground, looked down at the iron head of the hoe, and found that the brightly polished hoe was stained with a lot of soil when it came out, and there was also a small hole missing.

"The most important thing about land reclamation is not physical exertion. The physical exertion in the slave era and feudal era is nothing at all. The most important thing is the consumption of tools."

Iron hoes are easy to use, but they wear out quickly. Most people don't dare to use them to open up wasteland. After all, wasteland is not cultivated land, and there are many tough guys in it that are difficult to deal with.

At this moment, Lawrence wanted to use his brain to solve the problem, but he quickly suppressed this instinctive thinking of simply saving trouble.

Now is not the time to use your brain, you have to do it. This time you are here to endure hardship!

"labor!"

Lawrence held the hoe with the small hole missing in both hands and continued to turn out the ground under his feet to create a depth suitable for wheat growth, which was just enough to exceed the height of the flowerpot.

After I started working, I gradually stopped thinking about other things.

While Lawrence was concentrating on his hard work, a group of people a few hundred meters away quickly got into trouble.

Emma went back to deal with other things. There were still a lot of housework to do in the villa.

Candice and other dark elves are mainly service staff, while the maids led by Emma are the laborers.

After Emma left, a Pumi nun named Home looked at the basket on the ground.

“Who’s counting this year?”

Everyone looked at each other, but no one volunteered enthusiastically.

During spring plowing, some people are responsible for doing the work, while others are responsible for counting, such as who did how much work and how many things were used.

Soon a woman took the initiative and said, "I'll come. I've been working here for three years."

Holm looked at the woman with suspicion, "Rilla, can you count?"

"Yes!" Ruila confirmed quickly.

Holm looked at Rila's fat belly and didn't believe this woman, because her fat body was not convincing at all.

"Then count how many of these there are." Holm poured out the contents of a basket, and what fell out were ropes for tying tools. There seemed to be dozens of them.

Today’s task is to assemble plowing tools, remove some visible stones in the field, and use wooden sticks to test the degree of soil hardening in farmland areas. If it is judged that there is no need for plowing cattle, then directly cultivate manually and remove the plowing cattle. Used in fields where the land is not easily plowed.

Seeing the ropes scattered on the ground, the fat woman could only squat down and count them under the gaze of the others.

The others were watching.

After five or six minutes, the fat woman quickly said: "I finished counting, there are forty-five in total!"

A man next to him said smoothly: "Why did I count thirty?"

"I counted seventy-one." Another woman also said the result of counting one by one.

Holm said directly: "No, it's fifty-five."

When she heard that she didn't count correctly, the fat woman Ruila said directly: "You can count, then you do it and choose someone else to waste time!"

The rest of the people also feel the same way, just find someone to count them, and don't lose your share anyway.

Holm looked embarrassed, "Emma told me that I can count to nineteen and can only write my name."

Although the church has popularized education, it is only for children and has no time to care about ordinary men and women.

Among the 50,000 to 60,000 people in the Kingdom of Stars, no more than 500 are literate, and only one or two hundred can write their own names.

There is no shortage of labor here. What is needed is the kind of people who can do arithmetic problems, write everyone's names, and can determine addition, subtraction, multipliers and counting within one hundred in one go. They will not doubt themselves and absolutely believe that they are fine. people.

Lawrence can, but Lawrence doesn't want to do such simple work. He doesn't want to use his brain now, he just wants to do hard work.

In the end, a group of people couldn't find anyone who could count, so in order not to delay production, they had to work first and wait for Emma to come.

In the past, single-person or family farming did not require counting. Nowadays, the cooperative production team model requires a boss who can calculate accounts and write down how much everyone has worked.

Most people would rather do hard physical work than sit there keeping accounts and registering.

The Kingdom of the Stars is in urgent need of liberal arts personnel. There is no way to be too hasty. The only option is to slowly adapt. If the shortage lasts for a long time, people will automatically fill in and develop this kind of ability.

"It feels so good not to use my mind." Lawrence, who had been doing farm work for an hour, squatted on the ground. At this time, his body was hot and he felt tired and comfortable.

Lawrence, who had rested for ten minutes, stood up again, raised the worn hoe and inserted it into the earth again.

"Working makes me happy! I feel relaxed all over! I feel happy both physically and mentally!"

In the afternoon, the young and strong Lawrence stopped riding the horse and walked home humming a tune while carrying a hoe.

I also had a big bowl of rice in the evening, and even taking a bath felt more comfortable than usual.

Although I was exhausted the next day, I set off determinedly.

This time I carried two hoes on my back and continued to clear up the bad land yesterday. (End of chapter)