Stratholme God

   Chapter 549 Dry the old wolf

  Gene's common sense is that the poor wear sackcloth, and then put cloth strips or sawdust on the two layers of sackcloth. This is a basic operation.

  Who doesn't know that the burlap is leaking, and the burlap can make people's skin hurt.

   But the poor have no better choice.

   Even if there is, it can’t afford to play.

  Only the rich or noble can afford high-end thermal clothing, such as fur coats.

  You pit me and everyone else, and that's how the life of the poor comes.

   Today, the industrial revolution that Mai Xie started while at war has changed all of this.

  A normal country fights wars, who doesn’t live by tightening their trousers, the poor are thankful to God for stuttering, freezing to death from illness is the norm. The country is almost destroyed, who cares so much.

  Mike Qipa is definitely a monster!

   With the help of the sand sculpture players, when I got the steel molds, stamping and other stuff out in one breath, I got out the loom at the level of World War II on the earth by the way.

  Especially this year, a part of the fields was allocated to grow cotton, which led to the promotion of cotton cloth. On the other hand, after basically driving away the Scourge, Mai started to let the Barov family raise ducks in Lake Keldaron...

   This will somewhat reduce the fish catch, but on the other hand, it will increase the supply of duck meat and duck down.

   Ducks usually go out for about 40 days. The farming aspect is really convenient. To deal with possible outbreaks of livestock diseases, all that is needed is to increase the number of manpower.

  The most important thing in Stratholme collar is manpower, plucking duck down, this job can be done by children.

  When down jackets appeared, fur coats only had the meaning of luxury.

   In addition, there is the appearance of cotton-padded jackets. Ordinary workers can afford a cotton-padded jacket for ten days' wages with an eight-hour work system, and all who wear it are said to be good. It's just that the output is not too high now, and the down and padded jackets were first given to the Second Army. The army had enough, so the extra 200,000 pieces were sent to the people.

   After waiting until next year, I dare not say that in the whole of the alliance, at least in the Stratholme Federation, it can be fully promoted.

   McDonald's controls the price of cotton-padded clothes. In order to prevent reselling, buyers must register with their real names and hand in a linen coat and winter coat they wear in order to exchange money for a warm cotton-padded jacket.

hey-hey! Is it a little visual?

   That's right, the second-hand linen winter clothes handed in by the people are all here with the old wolf king.

  If Mai someone resells it to Jean, the old wolf king will not say it, even if he knocks out his teeth, he will swallow blood at most, and he will definitely feel uncomfortable.

   Highlight - it's free!

   They don’t want money to send you, so what bike do you want?

In the face of Jean's request for help, the toolman Batheras asked the number of affected people very seriously and thought that Gilneas must have reported a larger number and cut the number that Jean asked for in half. Not good, he said.

"Your Majesty Greymane, the Alliance now has a complete disaster relief system. If Your Majesty is at ease and hand it over to the disaster relief troops led by Stratholme, it is estimated that food will be delivered to each of His Majesty's people within five days. Do not…"

   Normally, Jean would let Batheras do it.

  Gene is also suffering!

"Your Majesty Barthelas, it's not that I don't want it. Gilneas caused a wolf disaster. Now more than half of the people are werewolves, and many werewolves are very aggressive. Even me..." Transformed with the faces of a group of Stratholme knights.

   A wolf-headed monster with sturdy limbs, upright, mighty and majestic, with beautiful features appeared in front of everyone!

   Well, it’s the Husky, that’s right!

   "Oh oh oh!" Barcelas almost applauded and said, "It's amazing".

   wrote on their faces: This is it?

   "You...Aren't you afraid?" This time, it was Gene's turn to be a little embarrassed.

   "This... my lord's duke's mansion has kept a female black dragon for a long time. So, that... we are used to it."

  There are not too many people in the duke's mansion.

   Even if it looks like a human being, anyone wearing a trident badge is a question mark.

   Anyway, those of them who are younger brothers are numb.

  Otherwise, if your old man becomes an ancient **** with tentacles, maybe we will be startled.

   The palace minister said so, but Jean was speechless.

   Let the Alliance go in for disaster relief, of course he knows that this means part of the transfer of sovereignty. But as an isolationist and a super dead house, as long as he can keep himself closed, he will never take a step out of his nest. The status quo just can't hold it!

   "Then I'll trouble Your Excellency Barthelas. The Gilneas King Guard will protect your safety throughout the whole process. Disaster relief is like putting out a fire, please dispatch the supplies as soon as possible." After that, Old Jean bowed deeply.

  Batheras hurriedly bowed and returned the salute: "His Majesty Greymane's gift, the little minister can't bear it."

   McDonald's is kind in this regard. Gene and his subordinates watched Batheras keep writing notes and stamping them, and then a large amount of grain was efficiently transferred from various warehouses and delivered to the train.

Now there is a train from Stratholme City, passing through Cowling City. On the big map, this is like a 180-degree U-shaped bend, and then passes through the Sodoril Fortress, traverses the Andorhal Land from east to west, and goes all the way to the west. Near the ruins of Lordaeron.

  The tracks in Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest are already being laid, but not yet open to traffic, as the Scourge recovers the lost lands.

   As a last resort, half of the supplies were transported here by rail and carriage, and the other half was transported to Lordamere Lake, reached the southeast of Silverpine Forest by water, and finally transported to Gilneas by carriage.

   The thing that moved Jean the most was that the palace minister, Barcelas, put aside the government affairs of his territory and personally went to Gilneas to arrange disaster relief.

Although the food for disaster relief was varied and the quantity was not very large, Gene could not say anything when he saw that he was pulling 100 cartons of sweet potatoes today, 50 cartons of rye tomorrow, and 300 cartons of potatoes the day after. .

   "McDonald's also worked hard. It was difficult for people to get it out of the granaries all over the place." Gene shared the same emotion as his subordinates.

  Jean did not know that the contents of the disaster relief here were placed on the tables of the leaders of the alliance every day.

   Stormwind Fortress, Stormwind City.

   Bolvar rubbed his eyebrows and smiled wryly.

  The young Varian was curious: "Is there something wrong? Brother McDonald worked very hard to relieve disasters!"

  "Effort?" Anduin Lothar next to him said strangely: "Varian, do you have any misunderstanding of your big brother who is always like a hamster and doesn't stop until he hoards ten times as much winter food?"

   This time, Bolvar did not hesitate to sell Mai to someone: "In Stratholme, sweet potatoes are used to feed pigs!"

   "Ah!" Varian, a king with more muscles in his brain, exclaimed.

   Once upon a time, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn were the staple foods of the Stratholme.

   If you eat one of these things every day, you will definitely vomit. If you eat it, you will not get tired, and you will be full. With the protection of the Andohar Territory and the initial development of mechanized agriculture in the Great Plains, all the granaries in the McDonald's Territory have exploded this year.

   McDonald's disaster relief method is to tell the other bosses in the alliance - I'm waiting for Gilneas.

   (end of this chapter)