Chapter 521: Nagmi’s Doubts (Part 1) (Free Chapter)
On the vast plain, the autumn wind swept the fire clouds. Between the fire clouds and the fields, a group of dozens of people The knight was traveling north along the road.
They wore dirty leather armor, each riding a short mountain horse or even a mule, and their armored uniforms were patched under the leather armor.
Some people even have the look of hunger on their faces.
Those were the knights who had just returned from the Mound Battlefield. With the amount of exercise they had done on the battlefield and the rations provided, they were indeed not full.
The two people walking at the front were Seisinger, who had pigtails on his beard and a greasy leather robe, and Murat, who was wearing a crisp woolen jacket.
“How far is it from Sour Gua Town?” Seisinger asked Murat who was leading the way.
Mura looked at the nearby landmarks and houses, and pointed further ahead: "That's the original Taunton Manor, now called the Taunton Hundred Household District. After climbing over the mound, it's We are approaching Sugua Town.”
“You have torn down all those fences and cut down the forest. I can’t even recognize where this place is,” Sechinger couldn’t help but sigh.
Mura was stunned when Seisinger said: "That's not it, the change is not that big."
For Murat, of course, little had changed, but for Seizinger, not so much.
When he arrived in Sugua Town three years ago, he could still see the signs and fences of various manors along the way. The village heads would get the news in advance and greet them at every intersection, giving them water and gifts.
Although it may just be some simple local products, it can be regarded as a sign of care and respect.
But now, they are just like a group of ordinary business travelers, walking on the dirt road, and the working farmers don't even raise their heads.
Although he was prepared in his heart, Sechinger still felt a little uncomfortable.
On the one hand, this resentment comes from the fact that the earl's reputation is no longer useful, and on the other hand, it comes from his envy and hatred towards the Salvation Army.
As the most important lord in North County, the Salvation Army has not had any contact with him so far. Instead, he has to contact the Salvation Army himself.
These peasant troops took away the spoils that belonged to him - half of Ibe Township, which Meliati had promised him.
According to the original promise with Meliati, they, the mountaineer counts, will move their territories to Plain County, and move all outsiders to the mountains to work as miners and lumberjacks.
As long as they can defeat the church army in Mound County, Langsander County will still belong to the North Mountain people sooner or later.
But now, the roasted pork on the plate of the North nobles was snatched away by a group of farmers who appeared out of nowhere.
If the Duke of Kush was defeated, or only occupied the Castle of Joan of Arc, then Sechinger would have something to say.
But now, this group of farmers and ordinary citizens defeated three command companies in a row and defeated the Niedersall and Jinhe Township coalition forces and returned.
Sechinger racked his brains and couldn't figure out how on earth this group of farmers and citizens who farmed and tanned leather defeated the knights.
The fact was right in front of him, and he had to admit it.
Of the two forces, the former goes without saying, and he has fought against the latter several times, so he is very clear about their strength.
Even they were defeated by the Salvation Army, so he would have no chance no matter how much he wanted to fight.
Fortunately, the four plain counties have enough and rich land. It will not be difficult to find a fiefdom in other counties in the future.
But before that, he wanted to see how good the Salvation Army was, and see if it was really as amazing as it was cracked up to be.
Dozens of knights climbed over the bare mound in the wind smelling of firewood smoke, and the dark orange roofs of Sugua Town shrouded in cooking smoke came into everyone's sight.
"Father, look over there, there are so many soybeans." Sechinger's youngest daughter Nagmi pointed in one direction excitedly.
Looking in the direction pointed by my daughter, on the fields outside the town, tall soybean stalks swayed in the wind, and the dark yellow pods collided with each other, making a sound like waves.
The soybeans planted at the end of August finally reached the maturity stage after 180 days of growth. Under the sunset, there were still a large number of farmers hunched over nervously harvesting the soybeans.
The artificial irrigation rivers and aqueducts reflect the red light of the sunset, and the jumping waves can almost ignite the clear river water.
The sound of the river flowing, the farmer's singing while working, and the clashing of soybean straws were obviously several miles away, but Sechinger seemed to still be able to hear them clearly.
"It's such a good field." Seitzinger didn't know what kind of mood he should feel when he said this.
His hometown only has a piece of cold and arid land and an intermittent trickle, which is barely used for grazing and farming. In the five mountainous counties, any flat land suitable for farming will be occupied by dense farmland.
But their annual net yield per mu is only more than 70 pounds. When the weather is bad, the weather is too cold or the river is cut off, and the harvest may be lost immediately.
A large number of mountain people become mercenaries, not because they don’t love their hometown, not because they are naturally brave and fierce, but because they don’t have enough to eat in the mountains.
Even though the territory had good harvests in the past few years, a large number of mountain people still starved to death and froze to death during the winter.
At this point, Seitzinger must accept Horn's favor.
If he hadn't discovered how to eat potato roots, and there was a lot of vegetation and snow in the mountains, it would have been possible for a large number of people to starve to death during last year's floods when food supplies soared, not to mention that there would have been enough energy to go to war against Mound County.
"Yes." Murat's eyes became blurry, but he quickly regained his composure, "This field is a test field, and it will be planned by the agricultural director of the Holy Hoe Monastery. If he is sure that it can increase production, , then he will be expected to enter the Senate. Guess who that person is?"
Seisinger was stunned for a long time by Murat's words: "Who? Do I know him?"
"Hahaha, of course you know that agricultural supervisor's name is Enrico Alco."
"Little Enrico?"
"Uncle Enrico?!"
Both father and daughter Sechinger screamed at the same time. Enrico's mother is Sechinge's aunt, and the two parties should be considered cousins.
In the past, Seitzinger occasionally came to Longsand County to spend the winter, and he basically stayed at Enrico's manor.
But wasn’t Enrico a count? According to the policy of the Salvation Army, even if you don't go to jail, you should become a civilian. Why are you still allowed to be the agricultural supervisor?
“Isn’t Uncle Enrico a civilian?” Nagmi couldn’t help but ask.
"Is it possible that civilians can't be agricultural supervisors?"
"Can I ask what his planting plan looks like?" Seisinger also has the same attitude towards agricultural matters. Take heart.
Nagmi then asked: "Is his family still there?"
Murat ignored Nagmi's arrogant inquiry and directly answered Count Seizinger's question:
"I don't know much, but His Excellency Enrico seems to have planted these fields with rice crackers and wheat. , then plant soybeans at the end of August, and after harvesting in December, burn the grass and plant ashes to spread a layer of wildflowers. Plant the wildflowers in the spring of next year, and plow the wildflowers into the soil together..."
"Oh, what the hell!" Seisinger's vulgar cry interrupted Murat's narration.
Mura looked at Seisinger, who was blushing and thick-necked, in surprise, wondering what he was causing trouble.
"Enrico! You dung-picker!" Seisinger became more and more familiar with Murat's narrations, until the moment the wildflower appeared, he couldn't hold back at all, "Gutter learned what I did. The cultivation method of wildflower is my own! ”
Wildflower is a unique crop in the mountains. It was originally just a weed and was later cultivated artificially.
Due to the preciousness of cultivated land in mountainous areas, discontinuous planting is very likely to cause famine. In addition to robbing water and bird droppings, we must try our best to ensure that fertility is not lost.
After hundreds of years of development and experimentation, mountain people finally discovered and cultivated a green manure that ensured soil fertility was not lost - wildflower.
Sechinger has always been proud of this secret, but he didn't expect that Enrico would be able to learn his true skills so easily and sell it to the Pope's family.
"Is this your planting method? He said this is his exclusive secret..."
"He alone can be the agricultural supervisor? Then I can also be the agricultural supervisor!"< br>
"Well, Mr. Enrico said, it looks simple but difficult to do. There are many steps and details. No one except him can do it right now." Murat rubbed the gorgeous sword at his waist with some embarrassment.
"Is he in Sugua Town?"
"He should be here today. He was originally ordered to come with me to receive you, but he said he had a headache, so he didn't come." Halfway through, Murat suddenly realized.
"Let's go to Sugua Town!"
After traveling for more than two weeks, Sechinger and his party finally arrived at Sugua Town on December 5.
(End of this chapter)