Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

The British Isles are not suitable for the development of planting.

This is because most of the British Isles are mountains and hills.

Those mountains are not very high, and in a sense they can even be called small mounds.

They are connected together, stretching into the distance, and there is no end in sight.

In fact, on this island called Britain, the only land that is truly suitable for the development of planting is a warm and humid plain in the southeast of the island.

In later generations, geographers planned it together with geographical areas such as the Holland Plain and the Paris Plain into the"Western European Plain" - it does not even have its own name. The small area of this plain can be seen.

Mordred once made a detailed calculation for this.

Considering the productivity of this era, even if you count all the arable land, you can only produce about one million to one million and two hundred thousand tons of potatoes a year.

This number sounds like a lot.

But the problem is that this is only the most ideal situation.

The actual situation is that Mordred does not have so many potatoes as seeds in his hands - and there are not so many people who know how to grow potatoes to maximize the scale of these potatoes.

Moreover, he must also consider the problem that continuous planting of potatoes will lead to loss of soil fertility.

"Add all these conditions into the equation... will the annual potato income be between 300,000 tons and 50,000 tons this year?"

Here, Mordred had to admit that the newly added [Lord] template in the system was indeed useful.

As long as he input some specific conditions, the system could automatically simulate the harvest one year later - this saved Mordred a lot of time.

And now, in the system simulation. The figure of 500,000 tons can barely fill the food gap in the Kingdom of Camelot.

However, the real problem is... what Mordred promised to Altria at the beginning was not just to solve the food crisis in the Kingdom of Camelot!

But to solve the food crisis in the entire British Isles within a year!

"If we don't count the Picts in the north, there are now more than a dozen kingdoms in the southern part of the British Isles, large and small, and the total population of these kingdoms is about 300,000 to 400,000."

"If the Picts in the north are included, the number would exceed 500,000, heading for 600,000.

This is a terrifying number.

Mordred gave up thinking and decided to go for broke.

"Well, as long as I kill all those extra people, there will be no one to eat, and the food crisis will be solved, right?"

Mordred once thought in self-destruction.

But, well, of course.

It was just a joke.

Everyone has times when they become evil because of powerlessness - but Mordred understands that such impotent rage is meaningless.

Facing difficulties, escaping and retreating are meaningless. The only way to solve difficulties is to face them and try every possible way to overcome them.

Only in this way can you taste the joy and sweetness of"success".

And now.

Looking at these people who are in the carnival in front of him, Mordred gritted his teeth and made a very bold decision.

"I don't know if I'll get beaten.……"

Thinking this, he picked up the wine bowl in his hand and walked towards the people who were reveling.

"Come on, everyone, I'll toast to you all."

Mordred raised the wine bowl in his hand and said loudly:

"Today is my birthday, and I require everyone to vomit and go back!"

"Otherwise, it would be a disrespect to me, and even more so to my father!"

These were quite sincere words.

Moreover, they were down-to-earth.

Coupled with that warm smile like the sun, it greatly eliminated the gap between Mordred and these civilians.

"Okay, spit it back!"

"However, we can spit it out, but won’t you get beaten if you spit it out, Your Highness?"

They all responded and raised their wine bowls to Mordred.

Mordred smiled:

"What are you afraid of?"

"At most, he would just be beaten up."

"It's not like I haven't been beaten before!"

He said loudly, as if he didn't think it was such a shameful thing.

On the contrary, he seemed a little proud of it.

He made the onlookers laugh.

At this moment, the subjects of Camelot suddenly realized that the prince in front of them, who looked exactly like the Knight King, was actually not the same as his father!

He was simple, sunny, and very down-to-earth!

It was as if he had grown up wildly in the open wilderness, so"innocent""

"As expected of a prince who grew up in a secret realm."

People sighed like this, and gradually accepted the setting that [Altria and Guinevere were trapped in a secret realm for sixteen years].

They also recognized that the young man in front of them, named Mordred Pendragon, was their prince, and the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Camelot in the future!

To put it bluntly.

At this moment, some people already thought that Mordred was more suitable to be their king than Altria.

After all, Mordred could let them have a holiday, take them to play, take them to indulge in pleasure, and drink and sing with them.

(Although His Highness Mordred's singing was really not very good, it was said that there was a lingering sound of Rome.)

And what about Altria? What could she bring them?

Was it hunger day after day, year after year?

Or was it the so-called"glorious victory" that was exchanged for fearless sacrifice?

Who was better and who was worse was clear at a glance!

……

Late at night.

In the palace of Camelot.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the outside world, this place is like another world.

It is so quiet that only the rustling sound of Altria flipping the parchment scroll and her helpless sigh can be heard.

"The battle on the southern front went smoothly, but food and grass were in short supply, and it was the rainy season, so transportation was not smooth... We had to compress the defense line."

"On the northern front, because of Gao Wenqing's departure, the Picts began to use the terrain to launch a tentative attack on us... Our soldiers suffered terribly due to the rugged mountain roads. Not only did they not gain any results, but they even suffered heavy losses."

The two pieces of bad news made Artoria feel a little worse.

And a moment later, when the guards guarding the royal city brought her the third piece of bad news, Artoria's mood sank to the bottom.

"King, it's bad, King... His Highness Mordred, he, he……"

"What's up with him?"

"He said he wants to cancel agricultural taxes this year!"

"！！！"

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