Stratholme God

   Chapter 300 "Food Safety and Grain Storage Law" (4 more)

   (monthly pass 25/43)

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  If an ordinary man is suddenly subjected to the extreme pain of a woman giving birth, maybe he will collapse on the spot.

   You can let that person endure a few major car accidents and go to the ICU a few times, maybe he won't have such a big reaction.

   Ner'zhul is in a similar situation now.

   Even if his old boss Kil'jaeden tortured him with rage, he didn't find it very scary.

   is only six or seven points terrifying, and there is still a long way to go.

   Even sometimes, Ner'zhul in pain would come up with all kinds of weird ideas.

   "That's it? That's it? Kil'jaeden, are you the Demon Commander?"

   "No power! No power at all! Those human beings are far more terrifying and ferocious than you."

  Azu didn't dare to say wow!

   It's a pity that his acting skills are not online. The more painful and wailing, the more begging for mercy, the more upset Kil'jaeden becomes.

   Ner'zhul's soul is already a bit fragile, Kil'jaeden will forcefully insert his soul again, peeping at his thoughts, maybe Ner'zhul's soul will collapse, so the plan of the demon commander will be smashed.

Kil'jaeden annihilated Ner'zhul's body in the void, sealed his soul in an ice crystal skeleton, and continued to torture for three months. idea.

   "My little servant."

   "Yes, my lord, I listen, your will is supreme."

   "I want you to go back to Azeroth and start a plan..."

  …

   When Azu came back to his senses, he was already in a world of ice and snow.

   He has no limbs and body, but his spirit can communicate and control some intelligent creatures around him that he can sense.

   A walrus who was controlled by his mind picked up Ner'zhul, who had turned into an ice skeleton, and walked step by step into the depths of the extremely cold land.

   Thus, the first Lich King Ner'zhul began his journey of conquest of Northrend.

   At a later point in time, McDonald's 4 years of crazy farming throughout the Dark Portal finally paid off.

  September 5th, in the study of the lords of Stratholme City, the three tool men of Barthelas, Lor'themar, and Earl Barov lowered their heads and glanced at their lords secretly from time to time, and then withdrew their gazes guilty.

   These big men, who are in the eyes of everyone in the entire territory, are like prisoners waiting to be sentenced, with fifteen buckets in their hearts.

   McDonald read the thick report carefully, then compared the system's calculations, and finally sat up straight.

"Bumper harvest this year, great job, my vassals. I'm allowing part of the rice wine in stock and 50,000 tons of barley to brew to reopen the Wine Festival. Each soldier gets half a pound of beer for free. , 1 pound of Lordaeron rice wine, 2 pounds of beer for each knight, and so on. Excess liquor is prohibited from exporting, and will be sold to the whole territory at the unified price of the Duke's Palace. Remember..."

   The three major tool people answered in unison: "We understand, whoever dares to stretch out his hand, whoever will hang [Southeast Branch]!"

  【Southeast Branch】It's almost become a stalk here, maybe, this is the so-called cultural export.

  McDonald came to the windowsill, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the scenery under the sunset in the distance, and listened to the laughter that came from time to time.

   "Well, you all know the truth. Only by making the cake bigger can everyone live well. The cake is too small, even if it takes up all of it, it won't be much."

   Azeroth's Wine Festival is usually from September 20th to October 5th every year. Goat contests, promotion of wine, and defense celebrations will be held.

   It has been three years since the Dark Portal war broke out.

  No way, brewing needs food. The people can't get enough to eat, and whoever dares to use a lot of grain to make wine will definitely be cursed by the people.

  This year is completely different.

   Due to the large-scale cultivation of super-yielding crops such as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. Almost everyone in the two territories has enough food.

  Eating sweet potatoes or potatoes every day last year was enough to make people lose their appetite.

This year, with the resumption of a large number of wheat fields, even ordinary people can use black bread with cornmeal, and use sweet potatoes and potatoes as complementary foods, and more will be made into dried sweet potatoes and dried potatoes, which are collectively named [Paimon] ( This is a synonym for spare dry food).

  The grand duke encouraged the people to stockpile grain, and the free trade and export of grain was prohibited in the territory. All surplus grain was purchased uniformly at a slightly higher price than the market price, and the duke would reserve and distribute it.

   Then, an episode happened, three days before the wine festival, the great lord, the Duke of Stratholme, suddenly suffered from food poisoning.

  It is said that the grand duke ate five catties of fruits in one go, seven different kinds of fruits in one go, and ate fatty pork for dinner, and then shouted that someone was poisoned.

  It is said that the silver knight Tirion Fordring, who was living in Stratholme City, cast ten antidote spells in a row, but there was no response.

  It is said that the grand duke was frantically digging his throat, vomiting and diarrhoea for three hours in a row, and drank two warm water before and after gastric lavage, and barely saved his life.

   The final result was that the whole city searched for assassins with no success, which made people panic.

   It was just a little bit, everyone thought that the Grand Duke was going to cancel the Wine Festival.

  It’s a pity, it’s a pity, there’s no way it can be done. It seems that this is not the first time the esteemed grand duke has been assassinated. Rumors abounded that the former duke and wife were also murdered.

  These rumors made the two million people feel a sense of panic.

   It wasn't until the day before the Wine Festival that news suddenly came out of the Duke's Palace.

   "This should be a misunderstanding. After being warned by the doctor, the grand duke gave up the idea of ​​tracking down the assassins. He decided to continue the wine festival. Of course, as an alternative, the high lord issued the "Food Safety and Grain Law" overnight!"

  Everyone has long been surprised by the various magical laws of the lords.

  Lord's bills are often very powerful and have various magical effects.

   We have no objection to the bill, and we are not afraid that the officials below will not implement it well. In other words, the guys who dare to take the opportunity to make money are all hanging from the trees to grow taller.

   Besides, this bill is nothing--it stipulates that every household must dig a cellar to store grain, guaranteeing at least three months' worth of food for the family. All food sold in the market must be quarantined by the newly established [Sanitation and Quarantine] department to ensure that the food sold is not rotten, expired, or even poisonous.

   Checkpoints will be set up in every town with more than 1,000 people and all main roads, and quarantiners led by paladins will conduct quarantine.

  Anyone who refuses to be quarantined will be severely punished, and even nobles who offend will have their titles cut.

   Seeing this, many people felt frightened.

   However, when you see quarantine free or something, everyone thinks that the assassination of the lord should be true. Only when he was almost poisoned could the Grand Duke become so sensitive.

  The wine festival was going on smoothly, only some secret believers hiding in the dark had their scalps numb from the show of McDonald's.

   The new leader of the Damned Sect, Kel'Thuzad, yelled, "Which idiot went to assassinate McDonald without authorization!?"

   (end of this chapter)