Chapter 275 275. The Granary of Gluttonous Paradise
Inside the necklace are some ravings recorded by Mifein.
To be precise, it is the memory he lost from the Church of the Mother Earth a long time ago. It is a song:
"Holding the balance, the knight riding the black horse..."< br>
“Accompanied by winged insects.”
"Devouring all the fruits and sprouts on the ground."
After reading this paragraph, which was a bit like a ritual of some demonic sect, Croya felt a thump in his heart.
Because this ballad... to be more precise, it should be a prophecy, foretelling the coming famine, the locusts all over the earth, and the ensuing death.
At this moment, his premonition was warning wildly. It was obvious that this prophecy was extremely true and would definitely happen in the future.
Well, hunger and locusts... Even the ancient dynasties in his previous world would have had a very difficult time dealing with this, and even famous ministers and virtuous kings had it.
What about this world?
If you think about it for a moment, you will realize what a difficult situation it is to look at directly.
He thought for a while and said everything he could about the contents of the necklace.
"The current situation is..."
After hearing this, Oak and Samir said in unison:
"When we were building the Earth Academy, we encountered a situation where the earth was starving!"
"Why didn't we pay attention to it at the time?"
They were all extremely upset, obviously. That matter was so important, but it ended up being ignored as a slightly rarer matter.
It was Mifein who spoke: "That should be the influence of divine power. In fact, the authority of the Mother Goddess of the Earth originally has the power of covering and shielding."
Kloya heard what he said. He said that he suddenly remembered the Poseidon Damai that he had transformed. His heart moved and he asked: "Does the power of the Mother Goddess have the effect of repelling magic?"
Miffy nodded silently: "Yes."
"The power of the earth embraces and tolerates, but of course it also isolates and rejects. In fact, your miracle is the blessing of these effects."
— - He was referring to the dream of golden apples, which trapped the power of the god Emissary Moss.
“That’s it.”
The power of Poseidon’s barley, as well as several kinds of rice, corn, and beans that we have seen one after another that cannot be mutated into magic crops...
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Those crops contain the power of the Mother Earth.
Vaguely, Croya always felt that there seemed to be a secret thread connecting these things, which was probably related to the current situation.
But what is very strange is that ordinary crops are also withering now, or... the more ordinary crops are, the less able they are to accept the sudden changes in the earth and wither.
Those powerful magic plants, especially elemental magic plants, can continue to live as long as the magic power still exists and the light of the sun is still shining.
It's like the difference between nobles and ordinary people - the former have too many ways to resist disasters, while the latter have no ability to resist risks.
Could it be that the Earth Mother God really wants to clean up ordinary people? But if ordinary people are gone, who will give her so much faith?
You must know that the number of ordinary people who believe in gods is definitely much greater than that of nobles and mages. After all, religious belief itself is a spiritual sustenance.
He squinted his eyes and looked at everyone in the conference room: "Now that things have happened, there is no use in being upset. What we have to face now is hunger and death."
< br>“Fortunately, I have always been prepared.”
As a time traveler, he likes to hoard food very much. This is already a habit of his. Having a lot of food will give him a different kind of satisfaction. .
For this reason, he not only carried out large-scale farming and development in the north, but also prepared a granary in another place.
He clapped his hands.
A huge projection sand table was immediately placed in the center of the conference room. It was a view of the entire northern border, down to every tree and stone, and it was updated in real time.
"There are now a total of 130 villages in the northern border, with a total population of about 600,000."
Six hundred thousand people are not that many in terms of the size of the northern border. , but there was nothing we could do, after all, too many people died in that snowstorm.
Even if he has been working hard to introduce the population, it is still a long process to develop, which can take several years, ten years, or even decades to complete.
“I will take the village as a unit and let people build their own granaries. The granaries will distribute food from villages to units, and the food belongs to each village.”
Following his voice, every village The shadow of a granary appeared in the air, a golden granary.
Cloya knew very well that even if he said he had food, it would be better to actually let people see the food in front of him.
He would never allow food to be in chaos in the north, so he decided to distribute the food stored in the underground warehouses of Hanjiao Island to various villages, and let the villages and the people in the villages freely control them.
There might be some problems in doing so, but he believed that the village chief and the apprentices who patrolled the north that he had trained for so long could handle these matters.
As long as what he does is right, he requires his subordinates to do the right thing, otherwise he can only use a whip to whip them forward.
After he expressed his thoughts, the apprentices were fine, but Miffy's face began to twitch.
The prince and bishop couldn't help but said: "Cloya, how much food will you give out in this way?"
"Although your idea is good, if all the food is divided If we get out, we will be in trouble.”
Miffy is in charge of the grain production areas in the north, and of course he is aware of the annual grain surplus. In fact, the accumulated grain surplus is not very large, and a large part of it is sold outside.
Add in the usual consumption, how much can be left?
His suggestion is actually very pertinent and important. Only by maintaining Hanjiao Island can the situation in the north be better maintained from collapse.
But Croya just smiled mysteriously.
“It seems it’s time to let you take a look at my own private territory.”
"Everyone, please don't be surprised."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tower spirit had already taken the cornerstone of the space teleportation magic array and built the teleportation magic array in the middle of the conference room on the spot.
Everyone with some knowledge was shocked - the space magic pattern and the coordinate position represented by the magic circle are clearly the territory of the devil, aren't they?
The space teleportation magic circle in the lower plane?
They felt like their brains were going to explode.
Fortunately, they have all experienced many big things. If they weren't in front of Croya now, they wouldn't even show their surprise.
About ten minutes later, a portal composed of orange light slowly took shape. Croya walked in first, and the others quickly followed him.
Once inside, when they adapted to the fluctuations of space and saw what was in front of them, they were even more surprised -
In front of them was a dense field, with crops between crops. The spacing is so close together that corn, wheat, rice...all kinds of crops can be seen everywhere here, and they grow very well.
What is even more shocking is the huge glass tower in the distance that is hundreds of meters high and has a radius of thirty or forty meters.
Through the glass, you can clearly see that it is filled with corn kernels, rice, flour... and various fruits and vegetables.
Immeasurable amounts of food are placed in the tower in categories, and the colors are brighter and more dazzling than any magical creation.
A food tower!
If you ignore the gloomy sky and the faint smell of evil in the air, this is a beautiful land that can make anyone look at it.
“……”
They were all stunned and speechless.
“Isn’t this the territory of the devil?”
Miffin and Orpheus Oak are already feeling a little dizzy. They are the two who know the situation of this special plane like the lower plane best. People (trees).
You must know that the lower plane does not have complete sunlight, clear water flow, and clean soil to form a planting environment, so farming cannot be done at all.
When crops reach the lower plane, they either die or mutate.
What is the result? A complete field!
Kloya smiled proudly: "Of course it was transformed by me. Didn't you see the magic field grapevines crawling inside the crops?"
When he said this, everyone was stunned. Finally, I noticed that the bottom layer of all the crops in this field had light blue grapevines wrapped around it.
That is the magic field grapevine that the apprentices have not seen for a long time. Since Cloya started farming and improving the environment, the magic field grape vines have basically served as special fields on several islands.
I didn't expect to see them here.
“You mean, the magic field grape vines can adapt to the devil’s environment?” Jamie couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s not just about adapting.” Croya motioned for them to follow. The group of people walked hard on the path in the middle of the field, with various crops growing extremely lush on both sides.
It is simply intoxicating to be surrounded by life and smell the fragrance of food.
When they came to an area where rice was planted, Croya bent down and picked up a magic field grapevine, pointed at it and said: "It is transforming this place."
You can see flowing water inside the crystal clear light blue magic field grapevine, which seems a little turbid, like salt water.
Saltwater irrigation for farming?
When the turbid salt water drips to the ground, it will splash up "dust" visible to the naked eye, and there seems to be a voice shouting furiously.
——That consciousness is actually the consciousness of the gluttonous demon that still remains in this land. Although the demon has died long ago, its greed still remains here.
It can only be suppressed by using the "Salt Stake" of the Salt Mountain Knights.
This is a long job, and even though Croya has been working on it for five years, he still needs to use salt water every day to suppress the devil's consciousness.
I don’t know how long it will take to completely eliminate the demon’s consciousness and turn this land into a truly fertile soil. For this reason, most of the magic field grape vines were sent here.
The consciousness of the magic field grapevine will protect and nourish these crops, and use its own power to resist the demonic consciousness that is not suppressed by salt.
What needs to be explained here is: when the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce sold the Magic Field Grapevine, it actually cut off all its ways to become an elf.
For the Holy Spring Chamber of Commerce, this is a necessary monopoly method.
But this kind of consciousness of resisting the gluttonous demon day after day, year after year, although difficult for the Magic Field Grape Vine, is also a very rare training.
It is even about to give birth to grape elves.
Kloya gently stroked the Demonic Field Grapevine. The Demonic Field Grapevine has been helping him since he started farming, and now it has helped him open up a field in the demon world.
“Thank you~”
His voice penetrated into the astral body of the Magic Field Grape Vine.
On the side, other people had scattered, looking around in wonder.
Everyone has excitement and joy on their faces. All the crops here are full of vitality, and there are no disadvantages such as stunted growth caused by dense planting.
After a while, Croya called them together and said: "The land here is very special. After I transformed the land through the magic field grape vines, it can mature almost once a month."< br>
“And the yield per acre is no worse than outside.”
“Anyway, you have nothing to do, so you just picked the crops here, and I’m going to make arrangements outside.”
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After saying that, he waved his hand and left in a cool mess.
Only a group of people who held important positions in various places in the north were left. Heshu smiled helplessly and began to pick in earnest.
While they were picking, they felt that something was not quite right - why did they feel that there was something that did not match the field at all?
For example, a tree growing on the ground, with branches like roasted chicken legs, bloodshot meat steaks, meatball fruits... and even wine flowing in the tree stump.
Strange is not so strange. They have eaten at the cafeteria in the submarine base. They thought it was carefully processed by the chefs, but they didn't expect it to be grown on the ground?
The land can grow roasted meat.
When can I have such a dream...
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The other side.
The order from Yuhanjiao Island has been conveyed to various villages in the north, and magic pattern iron that can keep the food from becoming moldy and fresh to the maximum extent is also distributed.
You only need to build the granary and stick these irons inside the granary to ensure that there will be no problems with the storage of grain.
This is a benefit that Croya gave them, letting them build their own granary with their own hands, so that they can have a real sense of participation.
But what he didn't expect was...
After the order was conveyed, all the lords and village chiefs wrote back and said: "We don't need food. If Hanjiao Island wants to increase food taxes, , we can cooperate.”
The fingerprints of everyone in the village are also attached, which means that they are not forcing it - anyone who dares to force it in the north is really seeking death.
When Ta Ling placed all the more than one hundred replies in front of Croya, Croya, who was busy, was stunned.
He couldn't help but ask Ta Ling: "Is this true?"
"Of course." Ta Ling replied seriously: "These are the wishes of the people under your rule. You should be able to feel the abundant emotions inside."
However, even so, Croya still couldn't believe it: "Then do they have enough food?"
"Don't worry. , I have left sensors in every piece of magic pattern iron sent to each village, and you will get the results soon.”
"...Then, I'll just wait and see."
He continued to deal with the complicated work - if a disaster really happened outside, especially a locust plague, then he would definitely have to make arrangements to deal with the disaster. plan.
Suppress the locust plague as much as possible before it hatches.
Here, he is working hard and planning.
The entire northern territory took action.
As long as every household has all the young and middle-aged labor force, they start to build granaries according to the guidance of the construction instructors who come to each village.
In fact, the material and shape of the granary have basically no impact. The important thing is the magic pattern iron given by Croya. As long as it can be fully covered, even a layer of soil can be used. Take effect.
But people still built the granary very seriously, even almost rigorously - the young adults dug out the mud and stones that could be built, the women and the old people handled the materials, and the children also No longer in the mood to play, I followed the adults to help.
The grass and roots inside each stone will be cleaned, and the construction will be extremely pious, and the granary will also be worshiped.
The women smoothed the inside of the granary inch by inch, and then carefully applied the magic pattern iron given to them by Croya.
The exquisite coldness of the magic creation and the warm-toned granary walls form an extremely sharp contrast, just like steel protecting the soft heart.
When the granary is built and reviewed, each household will take out the food and meat they have stored, register with the village chief one by one, and put it into the granary.
They really believed that this granary could protect their food. Basically, they only kept the daily needs at home and handed over all the rest.
During this period, people who had time and leisure often went out to hunt and look for fruits in the wild, and stored more food in granaries.
Looking at the interior of the granary gradually filling up, all of them felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
Finally, a month later.
After all the granaries of the one hundred and thirty villages in the north were built, the tower spirit showed the images it obtained to Croya, who had finished the work and was resting——
Cold and cold Inside the shining blue granary, different grains are piled up and sorted into different categories, and each pile of grain is marked with who handed it in.
To be honest, from Croya's point of view, it's a bit messy.
But with so many different grains, it represents the trust of each family. It is simply impossible to ask farmers to hand over the grain they have stored.
As a result, the Northern Territory really did it, and all the 130 villages did it, and no one doubted his decision.
Looking at those fragmentary pictures, he felt happy in his heart, and said to Ta Ling, who was acting as a pillow next to him:
"Ta Ling, only now do I finally have a sense of responsibility as a lord - before I Although it is good for them, everything is based on stability and development. But now I feel that we really need to protect them.”
Ta Ling just hesitated. Croya said nothing.
It is processing some data given to it by the tower spirit of Mage Elister's Tower. The data has gone through the latter's special encryption algorithm, and it can only be deciphered if it has complete control over these algorithms.
And what those algorithms contain seems to be...
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
What is that?
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(End of this chapter)