Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Anthony originally wanted to trick the elves, because he knew that the elves had some war reserves, among which were enough elf beans to feed hundreds of thousands of people for a month.

Of course, it is impossible for the elves to contribute the elf beans, but Anthony wants to use the elf beans as an entry point to get a batch of miscellaneous grains from the elves. If you don’t sell me the elf beans, some plant tubers and dried fruits can always be sold.

In particular, a large tree called pink palm, after being cut open, the tree core inside can be eaten directly, and after drying, it can be pressed to produce powder, which can be eaten as flour.

As for the wild vegetables and sprouts that spread all over the mountains and plains after the rain, the elves couldn't finish eating them all. They could feed many people by mobilizing their hands to collect them. The utilization rate of the forest by the elves was appallingly low.

If the elves couldn't spare men, Antony would gladly send hundreds of thousands into the forest and do it himself.

Food is just needed, and only the elves have surplus food at this time.

While Gaillard didn't say the name, Anthony quickly interrupted and said: "Your Majesty, from your description, it should be those abyss wanderers in the desert. Many of the fallen people I took in came back from there. , They have already bought all the food for the abyss wanderers, if you are referring to them, I am afraid they will not be able to get any food."

The reason why Anthony pushed the matter of buying grain to the fallen people was mainly to prevent Guliani from settling accounts after the autumn. He is the dignified archbishop of the Eastern Diocese and the acting pope of the Holy Church. He must never have anything to do with the heresy of the abyss. is the red line,

Even if he is not held accountable due to the situation today, if there is any problem in the future, the enemy will repeatedly seize on this stain to attack him, which is very annoying.

As for pushing it to the fallen people, it is much safer. The cause of the fallen people is very clear, and the responsibility lies entirely with Shamala. Taking these people by herself is compassion and friendship, forgiveness and kindness.

It's hard for him, he came up with such a perfect excuse as soon as he thought about it, he really deserves to be an old magician who has been around for thousands of years.

Gaillard was a little confused when he was interrupted. Of course she was talking about Ange. Because of the saplings and the tree of life, the elves have been paying attention to Ange's situation. Soil rice.

Whether it is salty rice or soilless rice, it is beyond the understanding of the elves. Galendelle has applied several times to serve the young saplings. However, the elves have undergone major changes recently, and Ange has not responded to her request. , so it didn't work out.

What was Galendelle thinking? Would Gaillard not know? Serving the young saplings is of course sincere, but I want to study those salty rice and soilless rice. For druids, these things are fatally alluring.

Galendelle even believes that these things must have been cultivated by young saplings, and only the God of Life has the ability to change the habits of species.

Ange, who owns a tree of life, should have food. Although it is absurd for the Church of Light to buy food from a group of abyss refugees, Gaillard is willing to act as a middleman, making no money or even subsidizing a little money. The saplings are just as close.

Unexpectedly, Anthony told her that the food for the abyss vagrants had been bought?

What should I do then? Gaillard said regretfully: "So it's already sold out? That's a pity." The elf lost a chance to get close to Ang.

How can this work? If you lose a chance to get close, people will die on my side, Anthony said anxiously: "No, Your Majesty, you have a way, please sell me some elf beans."

Gaillard frowned and said, "Master Anthony, elf beans are the life-saving reserve of our elves. It is too much for you to ask for such a request."

Elf beans are a war reserve, not a life-saving reserve, but who are the elves preparing for war for? The elves are just straightforward, not stupid, and Gaillard still has this bit of emotional intelligence.

"Then you can sell me some miscellaneous grains, potato tubers and brown brown nuggets, whatever you want, as long as you can eat it." Anthony said along the way.

"Ge potato tubers? We don't eat those things, how can I sell them to you? Harvesting is too hard. As for the pink palm, this is a tree, can it be eaten? No, no, no, it takes decades for a tree to grow, so it cannot be sold Here you are." Gaillard replied.

Anyway, the teleportation array meeting couldn't see the expression, and Anthony didn't bother to manage the expression, and his eyes were almost rolled to the sky. Look, what is this saying?

"I don't eat those things" and "harvesting is too hard" is purely because I have never been hungry. When I am hungry, I will see if she eats or not. The beautiful Queen Gaillard is squatting on the ridge of the field and eating potato and beet leaves. It must be very beautiful.

"I can send someone to harvest it. Fen Zong, Your Majesty, have you ever eaten it? It is a fast-growing wood. It can grow in three years. The tree under three years is only delicious, and it will be old after that. The powder is hardened, and it is almost as good as weaving rope, and it is impossible for people to bite." Anthony said.

Gaillard didn't respond for a while. He probably went to find someone to understand the situation. It took more than ten seconds for him to respond in a dull voice: "Why are you more familiar with the forest than us elves? We have planted pink palms, so let's sell you some." , about 10,000 cubic meters."

"Not enough, Your Majesty, the grain output rate of pink brown is less than 50%, can 10,000 cubic meters produce 3,000 tons of grain? Most of them are plant tubers, which grow in a large area. If you find a suitable place to dig, the ground must be full Both. If you find it inconvenient to harvest, I can send someone to dig."

Anthony said on his lips, but also muttered in his heart: Why is he better than you? Because my master god has the planting godhead and the tree of life, and he also planted the land himself.

Gaillard was silent for a while, and then replied in a deep voice: "The forest is not the forest of our elves. There are many species that thrive with us. I can't dig up a piece of land and sell the things there to you, nor can I Let you go into the forest."

Anthony had expected this to happen a long time ago, and immediately said: "Since the forest is not the forest of your elves, why can't we go in? Let's go in and dig some wild vegetables and potatoes, can't we?"

"No way," Gaillard said.

"Then sell me some more grain." Anthony said roguely.

When an old magician like Anthony played a rogue, a two-hundred-year-old girl like Gaillard was very difficult to resist, and was forced to sell tens of thousands of tons of miscellaneous grains after a while.

After making a noise for a while, the dwarf God of War who had been silent for a while suddenly asked, "Anthony, is the western parish your territory?"

"No." Anthony was taken aback by the question.

"Then why are you working so hard?" asked the dwarf god of war.

"Oh, it's going to kill people, don't care if it's my territory, let's save people first." Anthony said.

The dwarf god of war fell silent.

How could Anthony keep him silent? He hurriedly said, "Master Tonghammer, can you sell me some food?"

"We don't even have enough to eat ourselves." The dwarf god of war, the copper hammer urn, replied in a low voice.

"Of course it's enough. You just need to drink less wine. I know you have brewing reserves that are several times the daily ration. Sell it to me." Anthony said.

"You have a good idea!" Across the teleportation array, you could hear the sound of the copper hammer blowing its beard and staring, jumping up from the chair and hitting your knee.

The idea of ​​buying brewing food hit the dwarves' heart. The dwarves could not eat, but they had to drink. Every year, the food they used for brewing was more than several times their ration.

"You should drink less, you have rosacea and fatty liver, drink less for beauty, sell me a little." Anthony said.

Under the stalking, Tonghammer was forcefully forced to sell 20,000 tons of grain.

Now no one dared to speak, and if they spoke, they would sell food. After a moment of silence, Dyson took the opportunity to revisit the last resolution: to expel the abyssal wanderers.

"Her Majesty the Queen did not attend the last meeting. The resolution was voted 3-3 and shelved for the time being. Now that the Queen is here, I ask for a new vote," Dyson said.

If the expulsion of the abyss vagrants last time was still for his own selfishness, then Dyson was really anxious this time. The western parish was really short of food, and those who fled back from the Dragon Knights all said the same situation. The shore of Longhu Lake is full of rice.

If these abyssal wanderers can be expelled and the Falling Dragon Lake can be occupied, at least part of the food shortage can be alleviated.

As for what Anthony said before that he bought all the food for the abyssal wanderers, forget it. You Anthony forced the Elf Queen and the Dwarf God of War to sell food, and you still want them to support you? Dyson thought to himself.

Dyson and Gulianni were not in the same place. Dyson failed to discuss with Gulianni in advance. As soon as his words came out, Gulianni on the other side immediately changed his face and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."

Tiluni, who had been silently acting as a quail all this time, finally came forward when he heard the news, and coughed lightly: "Archbishop Dyson proposed a resolution: expulsion of the abyss vagrants, and a new vote, starting now."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, and it was so slippery that Anthony couldn't grasp the words.

But it's no wonder Di Luni, the Republic of Stars has only hundreds of thousands of people, even if they don't eat a mouthful, they can't squeeze out much food, and as the speaker of the security meeting, he can't justify not bleeding at all, the best way Just hide it so that Anthony can't see it.

Another one who hides better is Brusque, who hasn't said a word until now.

After voting, everyone dispersed quickly. Dyson looked at the result of the vote of 2 to 5 with a dull expression on his face. The resolution was rejected, but there were still three votes last time, why only two votes this time?

"Idiot, do you think that what Tong Hammer asked Anthony was scolding him for meddling in his own business? No, he was scolding you. It was clearly your territory. Why did you, the righteous master, not speak, but let Anthony worry about it? You don't care about human life, idiot, we may all lose this vote from the dwarves in the future." Guliandong reconnected to the teleportation array, and scolded his head and face.

"ah?"

Anthony happily received tens of thousands of tons of food from the elves and dwarves. Although the amount was not large, it could last for a few more days. It was precious to be able to last one more day, because the harvest season would arrive soon.

...

Ange's hand bones floated around a plot on Farm No. 2, watering and fertilizing a new variety of beets.

Because of the climate, the outside farmland is either past the sowing season or full of crops, leaving only two farms in the Dormition Palace. Because of the enchantment, the climate is a little different, and they can continue to grow things.

So this became Ang's last happy place.

Unfortunately, the total of the two farms is only more than 6,000 mu. He didn't dare to grow long-growing things, so he had to plant some new fast-growing varieties, such as fast-growing beets.

After long-term iteration and optimization, the growth rate of beets has been optimized to be a bit scary. When the beets are mature and there is sufficient light, one crop of leaves can be harvested in five days, and the entire planting cycle can be harvested continuously.

The tauren love to eat beets, and now the beet leaves have become the staple food of the tauren, and they are planted on a large scale in the Danhai plane.

However, not only the leaves of beets can be eaten, but the more delicious part is the rhizomes, which are super sweet. Not only can they be eaten raw, but they can also be squeezed to make wine. So the question arises, do you want the leaves or the rhizomes?

"Tauren eat leaves, and Luthor eats roots. If you pick leaves, the roots will be easily pulverized. If you don't pick leaves, the growth period of the roots is too long, so now you want to cultivate to be able to continuously harvest leaves, but the roots will not A new powdered variety?" Negris asked.

Following Ange, Negris felt that his planting knowledge had risen sharply, and various professional terms were at his fingertips.

Angus nodded.

"A few hundred more Luthors will not be able to eat the tauren. What about the rhizomes harvested from beet leaves?" Negris asked.

Ange pointed to a mound of soil in the distance.

In the previous sugar beet varieties, if the leaves were harvested during the growth period, its rhizome would become wrinkled and unpalatable, but it would be a waste to throw it away. Anger buried it in the soil and prepared it for feeding. insect.

But now Hemel can't eat rice, grass and algae alone. With the growing area of ​​planting, in the foreseeable future, Hemel's eating speed will be far behind the speed of crop production. Baba's beetroot may never come in handy.

"Why don't you use it to brew a bar? I heard that dwarves like to drink. We brew wine and sell it to the dwarves, and then exchange it for their food." Negris suggested.

It's something Anthony thought of.

Ange nodded, dug out the beetroot, used the purification technique to purify the dirt on it, and then randomly threw it into the purified bucket and filled it with holy water.

It has to be said that Ange has inherent advantages in wine making, at least no one can match him in terms of sterilization. If the wine making process is not clean, the wine may not ferment, but will stink.

He randomly took a bottle of wine that dwarves like to drink, mixed it with beetroot, and then pointed it up.

Under the halo of quick death, the yeast quickly decomposed the sugar in the beetroot and proliferated in large quantities. After a certain amount, Ange poured the wine with a large amount of yeast into the barrel for sealed fermentation.

Ange started to work, and the two banshees, Dora and Domi, also began to play routinely, and the song of the dead floated in the air of the Dorm Palace.

The singing soothes the soul, uplifts the spirit, and makes the soul more focused, and with a little more background music, it will not be too boring when busy, so Ange didn't stop it.

That's how they usually sing, but today they just sang for a while, and a strange voice rang out impatiently: "What the hell are you singing, howling ghosts and wolves, and making people sleep!"

Ange and Negris' souls tightened at the same time, who is it? ! This is the palace of rest.

Thank you for the walnuts owed, Feng Yiji, pineapple wrapped with butter, ordinary me, for your tip.