The origin of the crown pharmacist company---learning qaz brothers for my love【1/20】
In the blink of an eye, the Arathi Highlands have been quiet for almost a month. There is no longer a war in the south, and the tension within the Human Empire has also eased a bit. Spring plowing is about to begin, and no one hopes that at this point in time,
Then something else bad happens.
Recently, the biggest news in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang is the sudden outbreak of plant disaster in Quel'Thalas. Various gossips are spreading wildly in the city. In recent days, many high elves have entered human cities, which has also caused great confusion.
The news got real.
The high elves were not embarrassed to flee. In fact, although the war in Quel'Thalas suffered heavy losses, for the entire high elves race, the losses this time were still within the tolerable range. Although the previous Sun King
The mysterious disappearance cast an ominous shadow on the hearts of the people, but the coronation of the new Sun King and his vigorous and resolute work style also calmed the elves' anxiety a lot.
In just one week, the immigration work in Quel'Thalas has begun in an orderly manner. The first batch of immigrants from the high elves are mostly businessmen and mages who have had contact with humans, and rely on the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
With the gift of a batch of supplies, the high elves still stranded in the mountains of Quel'Thalas and Stratholme can still hold on for a while.
To be honest, not everyone is willing to leave their hometown and start a new life, especially for those elves who have lived in Quel'Thalas all their lives, leaving their ancestral land is a very difficult choice.
In short, this process takes a long time, and Sun King Kael'thas does not seem to be in a hurry to move all his people to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang. Judging from the recent frequent mobilization of the High Elves' Sunsail Fleet, this
The "young" Sun King seems to have his own plans.
For those high elves who take the initiative to enter human cities, the people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron also welcome them. Regardless of whether there are conflicts among the upper levels, in the magical world of Azeroth, most civilians still retain
With their honest style and character, they selflessly accepted some immigrants from Kul Tiras last year, and now, they can naturally accept these suffering elves again.
How can I put it, people's hearts are full of flesh. When a disaster strikes, extending a helping hand to the refugees without threatening their own survival is a choice that most people will make.
The lord of Stratholme City, Mr. Rivendell, the hereditary baron, also welcomed these elves into his city. He diligently freed up some city mansions for the high elves for them to live, but some elves chose to go there.
The agricultural area of Stratholme, the large farms in the northwest of Stratholme, has always seemed quieter.
However, the news of the arrival of the elves went unnoticed in just a few days, because the annual spring plowing was about to begin.
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For the current system of the human empire, agricultural farming is a very important matter. It is directly related to the supply of the army and the stability of the country. A kingdom that cannot even have enough food to eat has no deterrent effect at all, and for this
For the people of this era, farmland was also an extremely important asset.
After the human emperor Lothar used ancient contracts to twist human society into a rope, the emperor's emphasis on agriculture directly led to the reclamation of more cultivated land, especially in the war-torn Hillsbrai.
In the Dehills, those abandoned lands were redistributed to immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormwind and Kul Tiras. Agricultural officers were also directly stationed in the Stantom and Gilneas regions of Lordaeron, known as the "breadbaskets."
, to take charge of agricultural affairs.
Emperor Lothar even repeatedly invited the druids walking in Gilneas to guide agricultural production for his empire's farmers, and the spies stationed in southern Xinjiang also continuously brought information to the Defias Federation in southern Xinjiang.
The production materials are sent back to the Northland.
After learning that the Defias Federation had begun to use machinery to harvest and plant crops, Emperor Lothar and many nobles saw the power of mechanical creations, so he ordered the dwarf craftsmen who had been exiled to the empire to start imitating them for the empire.
Same machinery.
Driven by this general environment, many humans also saw business opportunities in it. Some bold businessmen used many means to obtain some special "products" from the Defias region and start their own new businesses.
For example, the famous "Crown Apothecary Company" in Stratholme City is a pioneer in this kind of business.
This business, which specializes in agricultural commodities, took root in Stratholme City more than ten years ago. But at that time, it was just a small shop that could go bankrupt at any time. Until 6 months ago, this business changed its name.
He got a boss, a middle-aged nobleman. At his request, the mechanics of the Crown Apothecary Company began to try to make a simple harvester under the guidance of simple blueprints bought from the black iron area.
As a result, this batch of goods was produced just in time for last year's harvest. As a result, Crown Apothecary's mechanical products became an instant hit, and the craftsmen almost took over the harvesting work on one-fifth of the farms in Stratholme District.
, making countless money, during this year’s spring plowing, Crown Apothecary Company also took advantage of the situation and launched its own “seeder”.
Although the appearance of the machine is almost exactly the same as the seeder that has been used for 2 years in the Defias Federal District thousands of miles away, this does not prevent the Crown Apothecary Company from calling it "its own product".
With the support of Baron Wendell, during this week, workers from the Crown Apothecary Company were distributed to farms throughout the Stratholme and Tirisfal regions, ready to start spring plowing at any time.
"What is this cauldron for?"
At Dalson's farm in the northwest of Stratholme, the farmer Mr. Dalson, wearing a loose old robe, was looking curiously at the large seeder that slowly drove into his farm.
This silly, black and thick machine has the logo of the Crown Apothecary Company printed on it. Several old mechanics are holding wrenches and making final adjustments to the seeder under the command of the dwarf technician, while old Mr. Dalson is leaning on himself.
While sharing a bag of cigarettes with the foreman of Crown Apothecary Company, he pointed curiously at the large pot dragged behind the machine and asked:
"Last year's harvester didn't have such a big pot. Gee, if you use this thing to cook rice, you can cook dozens of people in one pot."
"That thing? I don't know what it does."
The foreman was also a native of Stratholme. He took the inferior cigarettes handed over by Old Dalson, lit them with his portable lighter, and after taking a deep breath of smoke, said to Old Dalson:
"But I heard from the company's senior pharmacist that that thing is used to boil some medicine. I heard that it was also a method learned from Southern Xinjiang. Speaking of which, the undead in Southern Xinjiang are really good at tossing. Those dead people
He actually knows how to farm."
The foreman explained in a nonchalant manner as if chatting about everyday things:
"It is said that in southern Xinjiang, those farmers who are ruled by the undead will release some chemicals into the farmland after sowing seeds. What is it called? Chemical fertilizer, yes, chemical fertilizer...that's the word.
It's like adding nutrients to the seeds, you know? It makes the fields produce more food. I heard that the farms in the south produce at least one-third more food than our farms in the north. It's like a witch's.
It’s like magic.”
"Isn't it just compost?"
Old Dalson spat disdainfully. He looked at the big pot behind the seeder with some suspicion, and then lowered his voice: "Tell me, are those medicines, fertilizers, etc. expensive?"
"Well, it is said that the fertilizers and chemicals after spring plowing this time are given away for free. They are mainly used to build a brand for our company."
The foreman scratched his head and said:
"Of course, because there are many elves living in Stratholme City and occupying the warehouse we originally ordered, the boss asked that the potion must be brewed in the open air on your farm. If you agree to install the potion cauldron in your
Farm, we can give you another spending potion for free during the summer, but from now on, we will charge you."
"What? Taking my land and charging my money?"
Old Dalson was unhappy. The cunning old farmer rolled his eyes. Finally, he gestured with five fingers:
"You have to give it to me for free for at least 5 years, otherwise you will take this pot away! I have already paid a lot of money to use your seeder!"
"Five years? Are you kidding me?"
The foreman threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stamped it hard, and said to old Dalson:
"Do you think my boss is a benevolent person? That old guy is very stingy. If I negotiate this deal with you, I won't have to do my job anymore, but... over there in Hearthglen, you know, right?
, Knight Fording hates these machines, and even the farms in his territory are unwilling to put potions. So, if you can let us install a few more potions in your land, maybe we can still talk about it...
.”
"Well, okay, let's put a few more in there!"
A hint of cunning flashed in Old Dalson's eyes:
"But you have to promise me that after the fertilizer and medicine are boiled, leave some more for me."
"No problem, let's start the installation now. Sow seeds overnight tonight, and start boiling fertilizers early tomorrow morning. You can also bring your son to help, and our company will pay the wages."
"Okay, that's it."
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"Plague...ahem, I mean, the potion cauldron has been arranged!"
In the Stratholme City business district, at the headquarters of the Crown Apothecary Company, the owner of the company, a middle-aged aristocrat wearing a black trench coat and meticulously combed gray hair, sat comfortably on a chair with his feet very unruly.
He stood by the table and said to the illusions in front of him:
"A total of 87 potion pots are scattered throughout the Stratholme region and the farms in southeastern Tirisfal. The wind has been very strong these days. Once the potion pots start boiling, it will only take a few hours to completely cover them.
The transformation time in the sky near Andorhal takes 1 day, which means that by this time the day after tomorrow, everyone, our army will be formed."
"Well done, Balnazzar, you are indeed suitable for hanging out among humans."
In the hall in front of the middle-aged noble, the figure of the Dread Lord Varimathras was suspended in mid-air. It said in an appreciative tone:
"Your six months of lurking was not in vain, you will be rewarded for it."
"This is natural. It is very pleasant to deceive these humans. But I have to pay attention to the matters on the potion cauldron. On the other side of Rivendell, another person must go there. The grains harvested last year, especially those with added
I have already prepared that part of the material in the warehouse and can distribute it to everyone in this city at any time, including those elven refugees who are waiting for food. Hehehehe, I can't help but want to see them waiting in panic.
He looks dead."
Balnazzar laughed triumphantly a few times. After the eye contact between several Dread Lords, Mal'Ganis, the Dread Lord who was good at seducing people, finally took the initiative to stand up.
"Leave Rivendell to me. His son is seriously ill and has permeable triggers. Balnazar has also done a very good job in the preliminary work. I will be responsible for finishing... To be honest, I have already
I haven’t done anything like this for a long time. It’s a pleasure to work under Casanatir. There are no stupid shackles anymore. We do whatever we want, and we do whatever we want!”
"You can arrange whatever you want, but I have to remind you."
Varimathras' vision said in a deep voice:
"Be careful with your recent activities. There are paladins of the Silver Hand stationed near Andorhal, and the migrating high elves' mages are very good at detecting illusions. Especially you, Balnazzar, once you are captured by that young
The Sun King is targeting you, and with the strength of you and him, it will be difficult for you to escape. After finishing the matter here, remember to join us in Lordaeron."
"Our mission is about to end. It would be a pity if we fell in the darkness before dawn..."
