Throne of the North

The departure of the eight knights touched the hearts of countless people. Before they come back, everything will be calm.

However, some people are destined not to participate in this excitement, that is, the tens of thousands of people who first came to Lingdu City.

The houses that have been built, no, it should be said that they are simple shacks. The shacks built with the previous marching tents and wooden boards, as well as three or five stones, are the outlines of three villages and towns.

Loess Town, Mawei Town, and Swamp Town are the names of the three villages and towns. As the preliminary shacks were built, Harrington also drove these people to the north.

"You are not here to enjoy yourself. If you don't want to starve to death next year, take your tools and reclaim wasteland!"

The current shacks can protect these people from the attack of the cold wind. A group of people died every other day. This is the minimum condition. After it is achieved, these people will not only build houses as a project.

"The food you have now, including the food you will eat until next year, is all given to you by the honorable Baron Ryan."

"Lord Ryan did not ask you to pay it back, but you must pay to make up for this gift."

The supervisor from the frozen land commanded a large number of people, but the work was very simple.

Digging and filling.

This wasteland is the edge of the swamp. The frozen land has been developing the swamp, but the effect is minimal. With the arrival of winter, the swamp is frozen, which makes the development process more difficult.

But it has become an opportunity.

Developing the swamp does not mean only developing the swamp. The land on the edge of the swamp is also a rare plain.

Because of the winter, the land is frozen by frost. Such land cannot grow food at all. At least this is the perception of most nobles. Therefore, for so many years, no nobles have tried to turn this place into arable land.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The hoe hit the cold land, and the farmer's palms turned red. As a result, when he looked at the soil under his feet, he found that the soil he dug out was not even as big as his palm.

"It's so hard. Can food really be grown on such land?"

These people thought in despair, but they still did not give up, because more of them regarded this matter as a debt repayment to Baron Ryan.

If the noble lord said that he didn't need to pay it back, did he really not need to pay it back? Years of oppression made them instinctively unable to imagine and resist, but thought.

During this period, their food, drink, and even housing and use all came from Ryan.

Even if Ryan wanted to hang them on the stakes now, no one would resist.

In comparison, digging a pit is much easier.

Bang!

The wooden stick broke, and the hoe also had large and small gaps. This is the land in front of the North, and they have become frozen soil.

"Want to be lazy, right?"

A new hoe was thrown over, which made the farmer love it. This hoe is easy to use.

"Is this the hoe of Baron Ryan's house? It's much better than mine."

"How could it be from Lord Ryan's house? How could the noble lord work with a hoe like you?"

Someone next to him retorted.

"Even if you are working, you shouldn't use your hoe. I saw a lot of gold coins scattered on the ground the other day, and they haven't been picked up yet."

"Master Ryan must have a hoe made of gold."

It is impossible not to talk while working, especially for these people. Most of their few activities are talking.

Baskets of frozen soil were dug out, and there were special people carrying them to the north.

"Where are they going to send the soil?"

"I don't know."

"I'm so curious. If I had known, I would have asked my uncle to arrange me to the soil delivery team. They don't have to dig the soil. Why is this damn frozen soil so hard? It's harder than the land in the territory I was in before."

The political officer from the frozen land territory walked on the land. He was not an overseer, but he would stare at these people digging the soil. Seeing a person constantly moving forward, the political officer angrily stopped him.

"Don't you see you've crossed the line?"

"You can't dig here!"

The farmer put away his hoe and retreated. He was still afraid of people who were wearing such warm clothes.

"A pit can only cover an area of ​​10 mu at most. Of course, you don't know how much 10 mu is. The line on the ground is a mark. You must not cross it!"

A loud roar came from the sky. Seeing the griffin spread its wings, many people showed fear. They were no longer so afraid of orcs, but Warcraft was still a legendary creature.

Especially the huge, ferocious, and flying Warcraft.

On the back of the griffin, Etria looked at the pits on the ground below, frowned, and then fell down.

"What's going on? Digging so deep?"

The huge griffin brought a huge pressure, which made the political officer bend his waist and said respectfully to Etria:

"Mr. Archon."

He was also a little embarrassed about Etria's question.

"I don't know how deep to dig. I just want to see the right soil. I haven't seen any after digging for so long."

Etria looked at the big pit. It had been dug almost half a meter deep, but the ground under her feet was still as hard as stone.

"Can we really grow food here?"

She was no longer confident, and then entered Lingdu City and told Ryan about the swamp.

"If one meter is not enough, then two meters. If you still can't see any stone after two meters, then stop."

After digging two meters, as expected, some places dug up stones, and some places were still frozen.

At this time, the teams transporting frozen soil also began to transport baskets of swamp soil from the north. The surface of these soils had already frozen ice. They kept breaking them with hoes, and a basket of soil became half a basket. Even with the dripping water, the volume of these soils would shrink.

Rumble!

The flames rose on the ground, and the cold air became warm. The firewood sizzled and burned the baskets and the soil together.

The people around gathered here. They no longer needed to dig a pit. At this moment, they gathered around the flames to enjoy the warmth. Seeing that the firewood was used to roast the soil, these people felt distressed.

As half an hour passed, the political officer began to give orders.

"Don't just stand there, put out the fire!"

"Don't use the flowing water to water! Use a hoe to separate the wood inside, and then use a wooden basket to throw the soil into the pits!"

A large amount of steaming soil and burning ash were pushed into the pits. As the evening approached, the air became smelly with the separation of trucks after trucks.

"Pour it down!"

No one understood, but just did it.

As the feces were sprinkled in, the last layer of ash was covered.

"Those frozen soil dug out, smash it, crush it like wheat, and then spread it down!"

With the pouring of a layer of soil, the two-meter-deep pit had become only one meter deep. Finally, another layer of rotten leaves was spread down.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and most of the people had returned to the village. The last group of people erected wooden stakes in the north and supported the wooden boards diagonally.

The wind at night was very cold, which at least changed the flow of the cold wind when it was close to the ground, so that these pits would not bear all the cold.

However, some charcoal and branches were left in each pit, and the flames illuminated the last group of people in the dark night.

The next morning, when they started working again, the pits had frozen hard, but after removing the top layer of ash, the soil inside still maintained its warm vitality.

The work on the second day was the same as the first day. The frozen soil was dug out and sent to the north, and the swamp soil from the north was sent over to fill the pits. The flames kept the temperature. When it came to the last layer of 20 to 30 centimeters, people even had to stand in and stir the beast feces and soil in person.

"Five households are responsible for a piece of land, digging, transporting, filling, and stirring. If anyone lets the soil freeze, my whip will definitely beat you to pieces!"

The political officer was accompanied by guards, which seemed particularly deterrent.

Pieces of land were constantly being improved, and the soil was forced to remain alive by manpower, and there was also a huge construction site in the swamp in the north.

Unlike the reclamation of wasteland in the south, the people here only need to do two things, that is, to dig out the frozen swamp land, along with the ice, and even the dark swamp mud deeper, and send them all to the reclaimed fields in the south.

The nutrients in these soils are terrible, but their water content is too high, and they are frozen for most of the year, so no food can grow.

Ryan does not need them to be cultivated fields to grow food for the time being. The most important thing now is to make sure that the swamps will not make all the efforts made by the frozen land territory in the summer.

The extremely hard soil from the land in the south was poured into the long gullies dug here, and as layer after layer fell, pieces of stone were also transported from the direction of the frozen land territory. These stones are also huge wealth, but now they are all filled into the swamp.

There must be a road here next summer.

Stones and frozen soil will stabilize the deep soil under your feet, because there are also metal garbage mixed in it. These garbage come from the blacksmith shop and the academy in the Alchemy Valley. Those damn alchemist apprentices wasted countless metals in the process of becoming alchemists.

These metals can of course be recycled, but in the end they chose to recycle them. After all, the recycling process is too cumbersome. If metals are scarce in the North Wind Province, it will be fine, but after all, there is no shortage.

The metal garbage was crushed into a simple version of "rebar" by the crystal python of Rose Alchemist, and thrown under this land to serve as a beam.

Ryan stood at the end of the road. He knew very well that what he was doing now was just a drop in the bucket for this huge swamp.

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But it must be done. When the weather warms up next year and the swamp thaws, he will even try to plant trees to absorb the excess water in it and stabilize the land at the same time.

This is a long process, and it may take his whole life to achieve it.

Perhaps in a certain year in the future, this swamp will turn into a golden color, with countless wheat seedlings dotting the cold land, allowing time to witness the greatness of human power.

This is his vision, even though no one in the entire frozen land can imagine such a scene.

However, the final day will not come yet, Ryan needs to let these people see hope, starting from this first piece of land.

He personally walked through the swamp and came to the reclaimed wasteland in the south. Pieces of wood stood here like a sloping roof. Under the wood, some people even laid hay and branches. They planned to live here to ensure that the soil was turned at night.

No one wanted to endure such a thing as eating a whip.

But the smell here is very bad. Although this wasteland was a little barren a few days ago, the air was still fresh, but now it is very pungent.

The farmers here were somewhat shocked by Ryan's arrival. They didn't expect Ryan to come to such a place in person. After all, they couldn't stand the smell when they started two days ago.

The serfs knelt on the ground. Some of them had actually become civilians because of their merits, but they still knelt.

"One month, three thousand acres, can it be completed?"

A group of political officials stood cautiously in front of Ryan. When they heard Ryan's words, they immediately said that they would definitely be able to complete it.

Maybe they were also nervous before. Three thousand acres might be troublesome, but now they must be completed, and they must increase efficiency and scale.

This is an opportunity to enter the eyes of Lord Ryan.

"Three thousand acres is three thousand acres, no more, no less, otherwise you will have to deal with Master Yelena."

If you want to reclaim wasteland, the reclaimed land is actually the simplest first step.

Reclaiming wasteland only requires manpower and tools, but if you want to grow food, the first test is seeds.

Master Yelena, as a magician invited by Ryan from the Imperial Capital, came to the Frozen Territory without doing any magic, and was arranged to study food seeds and production. Even Ryan did not dare to communicate too much with this woman's resentment.

If Master McKen had not told Yelena that life magic was the ninth miracle that rose outside the eight elements, and any energy of life was the truth of magic, I am afraid that Master Yelena would have given up long ago.

And her talent is also terrifyingly strong. Ryan thinks that Master Yelena's talent is comparable to that of Master Luna.

Master Luna was able to become a great mage in the Doomsday North of Svadifari, and even forced her way to the great mage. As for Yelena, she was born in an ordinary family, but she became a magician in her twenties by borrowing from the magic academy, which was rare.

In comparison, although Baroness Avril Melendez became a magician at a younger age, the resources they obtained were completely different.

Avril had talent and resources, but Yelena only had talent.

In the past two years, the biggest surprise Yelena brought to Ryan in the frozen land was the seeds of food, those seeds that could maintain life energy and grow in the cold land, and could adapt to the environment of the frozen land.

Food is the heaven of the people, and Master Yelena made the heaven of the frozen land expand several times.

So when discussing the planting of food in this wasteland with Yelena, Ryan told her without saying a word that he had paid off the debt owed to the magic academy for her.

If food can grow in the wasteland next autumn, Ryan will not hesitate to help the other party to go further and become a great magician.

Mage apprentice, magician, magician, great magician, at this point, it can be said that there is an achievement in the extraordinary path of magic.

Becoming a great magician, then it can be said that you can see the day of becoming a great magician in the future. Regardless of whether it can be successful in the end, at least there is no lack of talent and qualifications.

This is true for nobles. Becoming a magician, the funding you get is one level, and becoming a great magician, the funding you get, will completely change the future decision of a noble family.

"So, you can definitely research the seeds of three thousand acres of land, right?"

Ryan still remembers the desperate look of Yelena when he grabbed a large sack of seeds and put it in front of her.

Three thousand acres is enough, but Yelena needs to complete the research on grain seeds from this winter to next spring to ensure that at least part of those seeds can grow on this reclaimed land.

Ryan's requirements are not high. As long as he can produce ten kilograms per mu for the first time on this land, just ten kilograms.

He can gain countless loyalty.

At that time, tens of thousands of people in these three villages and towns will become loyal to Baron Ryan, and Ryan can lead them to kill the emperor.

This is the power of this land.

At the same time, he Ryan can once again enhance his prestige in the circle of nobles.

In the North Wind Province, food is a problem every year.

The victory of the war makes the nobles of the North Wind Province have to consider Baron Ryan's words in any decision. Then when the food really grows, all decisions involving all nobles in the North Wind Province must be decided by him Ryan.

Politics, military, and economy, three major subjects. Among them, no one can question him Ryan in the military aspect. No matter what kind of war, Ryan is the unquestionable commander-in-chief.

As for the economy, Ryan did not stop. Wasn't the excitement of Zero Crossing City during this period caused by him Ryan? In just five days, the Northern Brave Guild took out more than 800 gold coins, representing the death of more than 800 orcs, but no one knew that Baron Ryan had harvested more than 1,300 gold coins from the Northern Brave Guild in just five days.

Everyone thought Ryan was losing money, but behind the advertising fees, there were a lot of positive returns.

In the North Wind Province, metal weapons are very cheap, but it depends on what they are compared with. Compared with weapons in the south, they are much cheaper, but what about metal compared with wood?

A short sword, a dagger, those are what ordinary families can only make up their minds by gritting their teeth and tightening their belts.

Lingdu City, the Northland Chamber of Commerce, and the Northland Heroes Guild, the three largest money bags, are constantly producing wealth for Ryan.

In terms of economy, he has his own rhythm.

Finally, it is politics.

For the nobles, politics is on the land under their feet.

Ryan should have gone to Leiyun County to compete with those nobles for the land and mines that had completely lost their lords, but he didn't. He didn't choose that path. That ready-made political battlefield would allow him to gain a lot of political prestige, but at the same time, it was destined to make Ryan gain political enemies in the final outcome.

There are too many wolves and too little meat. Those lands and mines were distributed to some people, and the other nobles who also suffered heavy losses would naturally be angry and resentful.

But Ryan didn't want this. He could have enemies, but they couldn't be divided so easily. So he simply gave up the political battlefield, jumped out of Thundercloud County, and returned to this desolate land.

Use the land foundation to tell all the nobles who they need to bow down to in the North Wind Province.

The emperor didn't care about the North Wind Province anymore, and replaced it with Meyers to join in the fun.

For Ryan, this is simply a godsend.

Between the emperor and Meyers in the North Wind Province, the power transfer is between him, Ryan, and before the emperor leaves and Meyers arrives, he has the opportunity to gain the loyalty of this land?

"Baron? You can call me a baron, but you can't really treat me as a baron."

Ryan stood on the edge of the dung, looking at the south with a smile, put his palm on his chest, and the sun in the sky fell just right when he bowed and saluted.