Chapter 298 'Food Safety and Grain Storage Law' (4 more)
(Monthly Ticket: If an ordinary man were to suddenly endure the extreme pain of a woman giving birth, he might collapse on the spot.
But first let that person survive a few major car accidents and be admitted to the ICU a few times, and maybe he won't have such a big reaction.
Ner'zhul's current situation is somewhat similar.
Even though his old boss Kil'jaeden tortured him angrily, he didn't feel very terrible.
It's only six or seven points, which is terrible, and there's still a long way to go to reach ten points.
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Sometimes, Ner'zhul would even have all kinds of weird thoughts when he was in pain.
"That's it? That's it? Kil'jaeden, are you the demon leader?"
"It's not exciting! It's not exciting at all! Those humans are much scarier and more cruel than you."
Azu didn’t dare to say it!
It's a pity that his acting skills are not up to par. As a result, the more he wails in pain and begs for mercy, the more unhappy Kil'jaeden becomes.
However, Ner'zhul's soul was already a bit fragile. If Kil'jaeden forced his way into his soul and peeked into his thoughts, Ner'zhul's soul might collapse, thus defeating the plan of the demon leader.
Kil'jaeden annihilated Ner'zhul's body in the void, sealed his soul in an ice crystal skeleton, and continued to torture him for three months. When he found that there was really nothing more he could do, he had no choice but to give up and continue to torture Ner'zhul.
Zu’s thoughts.
"My little servant."
"Yes, my master, I listen, your will is supreme."
"I want you to return to Azeroth and launch a plan..."
…
By the time Azu came to his senses, he was already in a world of ice and snow.
He has no limbs and body, but his spirit can communicate with and control some intelligent creatures around him that he can sense.
A mind-controlled walrus man picked up Ner'zhul, who had turned into an ice skeleton, and walked step by step deeper into the extremely cold land.
Thus, the first Lich King Ner'zhul began his journey to conquer Northrend.
At a later point in time, McDonald, who had been farming like crazy for the entire Dark Portal for four years, finally reaped the rewards.
On September 12th, in the study of the lord of Stratholme City, the three tools of Barthras, Lor'themar, and Count Barov lowered their heads, secretly glancing at their lord from time to time, and then looking away guiltily.
In the eyes of everyone in the entire territory, these big shots were like prisoners waiting to be sentenced, with fifteen buckets fluttering in their hearts.
McDonald read the thick report carefully, compared it with the system's calculations, and finally sat up straight.
"This year's harvest will be great, well done, my vassals. I allowed the [Wine Festival] to be reopened, and 50,000 tons of barley were used to make wine. Each soldier can receive half a pound of beer for free, and each knight has 1 pound of beer.
Danlon rice wine, 2 pounds of beer, and so on. Excess wine is prohibited from being exported and will be sold throughout the territory at a unified price set by the Duke's Palace. Remember..."
The three major tool men responded in unison: "We understand, whoever dares to stretch out his hand will be hanged by the [Southeast Branch]!"
[Southeast Branch] has almost become a joke here. Perhaps, this is the so-called cultural export.
McDonald came to the window sill, stood with his hands behind his hands, looked at the sunset scenery in the distance, and listened to the laughter and laughter that came from time to time.
"Well, you all know the truth. Only by making the cake bigger can everyone live well. If the cake is too small, even if it takes up the whole cake, there won't be much left."
Azeroth's Wine Festival is usually held from September 20th to October 5th every year. Goat competitions are held to promote wine, defend celebrations and other activities.
It has been three years since the Battle of the Dark Portal broke out.
There's no way, winemaking requires grain. The people don't have enough to eat, so anyone who dares to use a lot of grain to make wine will definitely be cursed by the people.
This year is completely different.
Due to the large-scale planting of super-high-yielding crops such as corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, almost everyone in the two territories has enough food.
Last year, eating sweet potatoes or potatoes every day was enough to turn people off.
With the resumption of production of a large number of wheat fields this year, even ordinary families can pair brown bread with cornmeal, and use sweet potatoes and potatoes as complementary foods. More and more people will make dried sweet potatoes and dried potatoes, which are collectively named [Paimon] (
This is synonymous with spare dry food) and save it.
The Grand Duke encouraged the people to stockpile grain, and the free trade and export of grain was prohibited within the territory. All excess grain was purchased at a price slightly higher than the market price, and was reserved and distributed by the Duke.
Then, an episode happened. Three days before the Wine Festival, the great lord Duke Stratholme suddenly got food poisoning.
It is said that the Grand Duke ate five kilograms of seven different kinds of fruits in one sitting that afternoon, plus a crazy meal of fatty pork for dinner, and then shouted that someone had poisoned him.
It is said that the Silver Knight Tirion Fordring, who lives in Stratholme City, cast ten antidote spells in a row but there was no response.
It is said that the Grand Duke frantically picked his throat, vomited and had diarrhea for three hours, and drank two liters of warm water to wash his stomach, and then he barely managed to save his life.
The final result was that the whole city was searching for the assassin without success, causing people to panic.
Just that little bit, everyone thought the Grand Duke was going to cancel the Wine Festival.
What a pity it must be, there is nothing we can do about it. It seems this is not the first time that the respected Grand Duke has been assassinated. Various rumors are flying all over the sky, saying that the previous Duke and Duchess were also murdered.
These rumors made the two million territorial residents feel in constant panic.
It was not until the day before the Wine Festival that news suddenly came from the Duke's Palace.
"This must be a misunderstanding. After being warned by the doctor, the Grand Duke gave up the idea of tracking down the assassin and decided to continue holding the Wine Festival. Of course, as an alternative, the Grand Lord issued the "Food Safety and Grain Storage Law" overnight!"
Everyone is already accustomed to the various magical acts of the lords.
The lord's bills are often very powerful and have various magical effects.
Everyone has no objection to the bill, and they are not afraid that the officials below will not implement it well. In other words, those who dare to take advantage of the opportunity to make money are hanging on the trees.
What's more, this bill doesn't mean much - it stipulates that every household must dig a cellar to store grain, ensuring at least three months of food for the family. All grain sold on the market must go through the newly established [Health Quarantine] department.
Quarantine to ensure that the food being sold is not rotten, expired, or even poisonous food.
Checkpoints will be set up in every town with a population of more than 1,000 people and on all main roads, and quarantiners led by paladins will conduct quarantine.
Anyone who refuses to quarantine will be severely punished, even nobles who offend will have their titles reduced.
Many people felt frightened when they saw this.
However, when they saw that quarantine was free, everyone felt that the assassination of the lord should be true. Only when he was almost poisoned could the Grand Duke become so sensitive.
The Wine Festival was going on smoothly, except for some secret believers who were hiding in the darkness and were stunned by McDonald's show.
Kel'Thuzad, the new leader of the Curse Sect, yelled: "Which idiot went to assassinate McDonald without permission!?"
