Chapter 124 Building territory and developing in an all-round way
Lear took a deep breath and recovered his distracted mind.
Take a step forward.
Patrolling left and right.
After nearly two months of development, Weilu City already has the most basic framework.
Residential houses, blacksmith shops, tailor shops, and alchemy workshops have all been completed.
Buildings stand on the grass, and crowds of people shuttle among them, making it seem a bit lively.
Currently, there are a total of 100 mire people, 310 halflings, 560 Delsa people, and 530 half-elves in the city of Dew.
Not counting combat troops, the total number added up to 1,500.
If you add 700 cold-blooded cavalry and 150 night elves, the number is as high as 2350.
This does not include the more than 500 cavemen who have returned to the iron mines and continue mining.
As for the Scarlet Hornet and the Grave Guard, they do not consume territorial resources and cannot be counted as normal lives. When Lear calculates, he often lists them separately.
With so many people in a territory that doesn't have much building area, it seems like it's a prototype of prosperity.
When we came to the residential area, the three-story vine houses were rehearsed in groups, neat and tidy, which made people feel quite comfortable.
And the verdant vines themselves make the surrounding area full of life.
At this time, the residents are all working, and there are not many people here.
Looking up, I saw a lot of clothes hanging on the balcony blowing in the wind.
The atmosphere of life is very strong.
After passing through the residential area, Lear went around in circles and came to the south of the territory. He stopped at a building he had never seen before.
Apparently it was only built in the past few days.
This is a three-story house with a height of 12 meters, a circular shape, and an area of more than 60 meters in diameter.
A large number of halflings were coming in and out at the moment, looking very busy.
Seeing Lear's arrival, everyone was a little frightened, and quickly stepped aside, holding their chests and saluting respectfully.
"Lord Lord."
"Say hello to you."
Lear looked around and saw that most of the people were holding bundles of arrow shafts in their hands.
There are also a large number of thorn bush branches that have just been cut down and haven't had time to deal with.
These shrubs are natural arrow shaft material and require only a little trimming to make arrows directly.
Lear nodded.
"Now, who's in charge here?"
"It's Chief Tariq."
"Call him over."
The halfling immediately responded, trotting nervously and turning around to leave.
It's very similar to the state when the superior checks the task temporarily at work, but the mentality is more tense.
The superiors would conduct random inspections. If they failed to complete the inspections, they would be scolded at most, but if Lear was not satisfied.
One look can determine their life or death.
As the master of this territory, his will is above all else.
Soon, a figure in his early forties, half a head taller than an average halfling, and with an exceptionally strong build walked out of the building and approached with a bit of nervousness and excitement.
Bow down and salute respectfully.
"Lord, Riantarik salutes you."
The tone was full of respect.
Initially captured by the cold-blooded cavalry, the halflings were filled with uneasiness and vigilance towards this strange territory.
But then, a series of unimaginable treatment caused huge changes in their hearts.
Especially the fact that knowledge is imparted for free makes everyone fall into a frenzy.
How precious is knowledge that it is so generously imparted to everyone!
The mind of the ruler of this territory is amazing.
Seeing Lear at this time, he immediately showed his heartfelt respect.
Lear nodded.
"Tariq, how many thorn arrows can be produced every day now?"
The 2-star level thorn arrows are not low-end goods. Arrows are consumables. If they are installed on a large scale, the 3-star level will basically reach the upper limit.
As 4 stars go up, production costs and production difficulty will skyrocket.
Without enough manpower and material support, ordinary forces cannot afford it.
"Sir, the manufacturing process of thorn arrows is not difficult. If we need to expedite production, we can produce tens of thousands of arrows every day!"
"However, we currently only have an output of thousands. What limits us is not manpower, but raw materials."
Tariq explained softly.
"There are enough arrow shafts, but there are some red-headed golden pheasant wings that are not available."
Lear's eyes moved slightly, feeling something was wrong.
Not too little, but too much.
There are only more than 200 red-headed golden pheasants. Even if all their feathers are plucked and used to make arrows, it is impossible to supply thousands of wings every day.
If this thing plucks all the hair out, there won't be so many of them.
Speak out your inner doubts.
Tarik was a little surprised, and then said cautiously.
"Sir, when we make arrows, we mainly use the 10 outermost feathers of the red-headed Pheasant's wings. A pair of wings is 20 feathers."
"After plucking its feathers, as long as sufficient food is provided, it will grow back in up to three days."
"This batch of red-headed golden pheasants can produce more than 4,000 high-quality wings every three days."
Lear also just heard the news.
He should have discovered this during the fierce battle with the devil, right?
I couldn't help but marvel.
Does it take three days to grow hair? Isn't this a bit exaggerated?
But when I think about all the things in this fantasy world, it feels reasonable somehow.
He can become a god, what else is impossible to happen?
"Very good, continue to maintain stable production."
"Store as much as you can. Arrows are a necessity in war."
Even if it cannot be used up in a short period of time, it will not expire if it is stored. This is a strategic material.
Tariq nodded in agreement.
Lear spoke and stepped into the three-story building.
After stepping through the door, I saw a row of unique workbenches made of wood that were half a person tall.
There are a lot of parts assembled, and it's a bit unclear what their specific uses are.
Tariq caught his gaze and introduced him immediately.
"Sir, this is the tool we use to make bows and arrows. We halflings have researched and improved it for hundreds of years!"
"With them, production efficiency can be greatly improved."
As he spoke, he stepped forward to demonstrate.
Although it looked unremarkable on the outside, Lear's interest was greatly increased after the other party explained the operation.
Using these tools to produce is indeed much more efficient than manual labor.
Nod with satisfaction.
"Very good. Over at the blacksmith shop, we have obtained new longbow production blueprints. I will ask Brin to come over and study and improve your production tools."
"Maybe it will come in handy."
"Are you familiar with making bows and arrows?"
"Sir, the overall combat effectiveness of our halflings is not as good as other races. We can only use bows and arrows to make up for our weaknesses."
There was a bit of bitterness on Tarik's face. This was an inherent disadvantage of the race and was difficult to change.
An adult halfling is only a little over 1.2 meters tall, about the same as a six or seven year old human child.
If such a weak body wants to survive in the wilderness, it can only rely on other means.
Bows and arrows are the choice of halflings after experiencing countless painful lessons.
Lear nodded slowly.
"In the future, I will concentrate on producing bows and arrows for Weilu City."
"Now that you have joined the territory, you are no longer alone."
"Our army will stand in front of all residents and use the swords in their hands to protect everyone behind them, including you."
The tone was calm but extraordinarily powerful.
The eyes of the surrounding halflings changed, with excitement and heat on their faces.
The wandering race has an extremely strong need for security. The halflings can change their mentality so quickly and integrate into the city of Weilu. In addition to knowledge, their safety needs are satisfied here.
Now, Lear's personal promise, coupled with the impact of the scene of the army's return yesterday, made his inner emotions rise again.
Tariq held up his chest and bowed, saluting in the most humble manner.
"I am willing to serve you to the death!"
Lear nodded, patted the other party's shoulder and said nothing.
After inspecting it again and understanding the specific situation, he turned around and left without staying any longer.
Industry needs to be cultivated slowly, as does skilled workers and mature systems.
There is no need to rush.
As soon as I went out and didn't go far, I saw several Delsa people coming excitedly.
After approaching seven or eight meters, he immediately raised his chest and saluted.
"Good day, my lord"
Lear raised his eyebrows slightly.
"But what's the matter?"
"Sir, we are the staff of the fish farm. The eggs of the dragon blood red fish have hatched!"
Lear's eyes immediately lit up.
About ten days ago, the dragon blood red fish successfully spawned, and he was excited for a while.
Didn’t expect the fish eggs to hatch so soon?
Immediately let the two of them lead the way.
Arriving at the fish farm to the north of ↑, a dozen staff members gathered around a separate fish pond, discussing something excitedly.
Seeing Lear's arrival, after saluting, he quickly got out of the way.
"Sir, look"
Lear stood on the edge of the fish pond and looked down.
In the clear water waves, the tiny fish eggs hanging on the wall of the fish pond are now mostly empty, leaving only the tiny shells floating.
Dragon blood red fish fry, each about the size of half a grain of rice, were swimming happily in the fish pond.
Half of the pool is densely packed.
It's so dark that it can make people with trypophobia's scalp numb.
Lear was in a great mood.
Dragon Blood Red Fish has 2-star magic life.
Not only is it a rare delicacy, but it can also permanently increase physical strength.
This thing can definitely become the key cultivation and development of the territorial specialty.
Now after these fish eggs hatch, the size of the fish farm can be expanded a hundred times!
And this is a swamp, and the most important thing is water.
"Go and fetch Bain."
"yes"
The Delsa people who were named immediately turned around and left. After a while, the swamp hero came excitedly.
"Sir, the dragon blood red fish hatched?"
The tone was extremely joyful.
Lear nodded with a smile on his face and motioned the other party to look at the pond where the fry were.
"The hatching rate of Dragon Blood Red Fish is not low. Looking at this condition, more than 100,000 fish may be hatched this time!"
"Currently our fish ponds are too small."
"An area needs to be repurposed for farming."
The reproduction of fish is very exaggerated, and they can lay thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of eggs at a time.
Fish live in the water with countless natural enemies and require a huge base to maintain the population.
However, manual intervention can avoid this loss, and the hatched fry are pure profits.
Bain said in a light tone.
"This is nature. Sir, we have already made plans before. The fish pond will continue to move 5 kilometers to the north."
"There is a large silt land there, which can be expanded to a thousand acres in the future."
"Enough to meet farming needs for a long time."
"And I have already arranged for people to plant fishtails in advance."
Lear nodded with satisfaction.
Bain's meticulousness is what he admires most. As the chief executive, it is quite rare to be able to coordinate everything down to the smallest detail.
"You just have to plan."
"But the fish pond here must be preserved and not abandoned."
"In the future, if the territory's buildings are expanded here, it can also be turned into an ornamental pool."
"As you wish."
After explaining the matters here, Bain rushed down happily and began to arrange manpower to develop a new fish farm.
Along with this, the planting area of fishtail grass will also need to be greatly expanded. The previous cultivation area is far from being able to meet the demand for breeding hundreds of thousands of fishtails.
Lear was in a very good mood at the moment.
Three pigtails are giving birth, and dragon blood red fish are also hatching.
Everything is going in the right direction.
The military strength has been greatly improved, and the territory has not been lost.
With that being done, he returned to the fish pond, sat down in front of the exclusive wicker chair, and began to watch the fish and drink tea.
After an intense fight, you need to relax for a few days.
The physical pressure can be tolerated, but the psychological pressure needs to be eased.
After resting at noon, Bain, who was so busy that his feet never touched the ground, came again with a face full of joy.
"Sir, good news!!"
Lear looked at the smile on the mire man's face and felt a little emotional. He never stopped from morning to night, he was working so hard.
It made him unable to stand it.
Seriously advise.
"Bain, when it comes to setting up those departments, you have to do it as soon as possible. If you don't have suitable candidates, you have to set up the shelves first and fill them in later."
"A real manager does not do everything himself, but does a good job of supervision and management, and leaves specific matters to the people below for execution."
"The territory is growing, and things will be busier in the future. Even if you don't rest 24 hours a day, you can't be busy."
Bain was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
"Sir, I originally wanted to let them learn more knowledge before selecting people."
"It doesn't have to be so cumbersome. If it doesn't meet the requirements or the ability isn't met, just change a batch."
"I allow you to make mistakes, you don't need to be so timid."
Bain suddenly felt warm in his heart. This feeling of being trusted was priceless.
Lear didn't say much. This matter needs to be adjusted by the other party.
"What's the good news you just said?"
Bain came back to his senses and became excited again.
"The half-elves who have just been working in the fields have assessed that harvesting swamp wheat can begin on October 1st!"
The population of Weilu City is increasing, and the food in the warehouse is decreasing every day.
Bain's inner anxiety was almost written on his face.
When I heard the news, I breathed a sigh of relief.
The burden that was weighing on me could finally be lifted.
With these thousands of acres of wheat, we won’t have to worry about food problems for a long time to come.
After harvesting, a second round of planting will follow.
Swamp wheat matures only three months a year and can grow normally even in cold winters.
It can be planted up to 4 seasons a year.
After the first round of harvesting is completed, there will be less pressure later.
Lear was also quite surprised.
With a fixed food output, Weilu City can truly gain a foothold.
Even if the population expands significantly in the future, there is no need to worry about running out of food.
This is of great significance to the city of Weilu, which is now isolated in the wilderness.
After all, military, territory construction, industrial development, agricultural production, all fields are advancing hand in hand.
Comfortable.
(End of chapter)