Anthony originally wanted to trick the elves, because he knew that the elves had some war reserves, including enough elf beans for hundreds of thousands of people to eat for a month.
Of course, it is impossible for the elves to contribute the elf beans, but Anthony wants to use the elf beans as an entry point to get a batch of miscellaneous grains from the elves. If you don’t sell the elf beans to me, I can always sell some dried plant tubers and fruits.
Especially a large tree called pink palm. After being cut open, the core inside can be eaten directly. After drying, it can be pressed into powder, which can be eaten as flour.
As for the wild vegetables and buds that fill the mountains and plains after the rain, the elves simply can't eat them all. If they mobilize people to collect them, they can feed a lot of people. The utilization rate of the forests by the elves is appallingly low.
If the elves couldn't spare any men, Antony would be happy to send hundreds of thousands of people into the forest and do it himself.
Food is an urgent need, and only the elves have surplus food at this time.
Before Gaillard said the name, Anthony quickly interrupted and said: "Your Majesty, from your description, you should be talking about the abyss wanderers in the desert. Many of the fallen people I took in came back from there.
, they have already bought up all the food for the Abyss Nomads, if you are referring to them, then I am afraid they will not be able to get any food."
The reason why Anthony put the matter of buying grain on the fallen people was mainly to prevent Gulianni from settling accounts later. He, the archbishop of the Eastern Diocese and the acting pope of the Holy Church, must never have anything to do with the abyssal heresy.
It's the red line,
Even if he is not held accountable today because of the situation, if there is any problem later, the enemy will repeatedly seize on this stain to attack him, which is very troublesome.
As for blaming the fallen people, it is much safer. The cause of the fallen people is very clear, and the responsibility lies entirely with Xhamala. She takes in these people because of compassion and friendship, forgiveness and kindness.
It's so hard for him. He came up with such a perfect excuse in a second thought. He is worthy of being an old bastard who has been around for thousands of years.
Gaillard was a little confused when she was interrupted. Of course she was talking about Ange. Because of the saplings and the Tree of Life, the elves had always been paying attention to Ange's situation and knew that they had planted another batch of Innocents in Dragonfall Lake.
Native rice.
Whether it is salty rice or soilless rice, it is beyond the understanding of the elves. Galadel has applied several times to serve the saplings, but the elves have recently undergone major changes, and Ange has not responded to her request.
, that’s why it didn’t happen.
Does Gaillard know what Galadel is thinking? Of course he sincerely serves the saplings, but more importantly, he wants to study those salty rice without soil. For druids, these things have a fatal temptation.
.
Galadel even believed that these things must have been cultivated by saplings. Only the God of Life has the ability to change the habits of species.
Ange, who has a Tree of Life, should have food. Although it is ridiculous for the Light Church to buy food from a group of Abyss refugees, Gaillard is happy to act as a middleman, making no money or even giving a small amount of money, as long as he can follow
Just stay close to the sapling.
Unexpectedly, Anthony actually told her that the food for the Abyss Nomads had been bought out?
What should we do? Gaillard said regretfully: "It turned out to be all sold out? That would be a pity." The elf lost an opportunity to get close to Angtau.
How can this be done? You have lost an opportunity to get close, and people will die on my side. Anthony said urgently: "No, Her Majesty the Queen, if you have a way, please sell me some fairy beans."
Gaillard frowned and said: "Lord Anthony, elf beans are the life-saving reserves of our elves. It is too much for you to make such a request."
Elf beans are war reserves, but who are the elves preparing for war against? The elves are just upright, not stupid. Gaillard still has some emotional intelligence.
"Then you can sell me some grains, potato tubers, pink and brown cubes, whatever, as long as I can eat it." Anthony said smoothly.
"Gaya tubers? We don't eat those things, how can we sell them to you? Harvesting is too painful. As for the pink palm, it's a tree. Can it be eaten? No, no, it takes decades to grow a tree. It can't be done.
Sell it to you." Gaillard responded.
Anyway, you can't see any expressions during the teleportation array meeting, and Anthony is too lazy to manage his expressions, so he rolls his eyes to the sky. Look, what are you talking about?
"I don't eat those things" and "harvesting is too hard" are purely because I have never been hungry. When I get hungry, I will see if she eats it. The beautiful Queen Gaillard squats on the ridge of the field and gnaws potato and beet leaves. It must be very beautiful.
"I can send people to harvest it. Pink brown. Your Majesty, have you never eaten it? It is a fast-growing tree. It can grow in three years. Only trees under three years old are delicious. After that, they will become old.
The powder is hardened and can be used to weave rope, and people cannot bite it," Anthony said.
Gaillard didn't respond for a while. He probably went to find someone to understand the situation. He responded dully after more than ten seconds: "How come you are more familiar with the forest than us elves? We have planted pink brown, so let's sell you some."
, about 10,000 cubic meters."
"Not enough, Her Majesty the Queen. The grain yield rate of pink brown is less than 50%. Can 10,000 cubic meters produce 3,000 tons of grain? More are plant tubers. When they grow, they will cover a large area. If you find a suitable place to dig, the ground will be full.
All. If you find it inconvenient to harvest, I can send someone to dig it."
Anthony said, but also murmured in his heart: Why am I more familiar with you? Because my master god has planted the Godhead and the Tree of Life, and even cultivates the land himself.
Gaillard was silent for a while and responded in a deep voice: "The forest is not the forest of our elves. There are many species that thrive with us. I can't dig up a piece of land and sell the things there to you, nor can I
Let you go into the forest."
Anthony had long expected this to happen, and immediately said: "Since the forest is not your elves' forest, why can't we go in? Can't we go in and dig some wild vegetables, potatoes, or something like that?"
"No," Gaillard said.
"Then you sell me some more grain." Anthony said roguely.
When an old man like Anthony acted rogue, it was difficult for a two-hundred-year-old girl like Gaillard to resist, and he was soon forced to sell tens of thousands of tons more grains.
After a quarrel for a while, the dwarf God of War, who had been silent, suddenly asked: "Anthony, is the Western Parish your territory?"
"No." Anthony was stunned when asked.
"Then why are you working so hard?" the dwarf God of War asked.
"Oh, people are going to die. It doesn't matter if it's my territory or not. Let's save the people first and then talk about it." Anthony said.
The dwarf war god fell silent.
How could Anthony silence him? He quickly said: "Lord Tonghammer, sell me some grain?"
"We don't even have enough to eat ourselves." The dwarf God of War replied angrily with the sound of a bronze hammer.
"Of course it's enough. You just need to drink less wine. I know you have a reserve of brewing wine that is three times the daily ration. Sell it to me." Anthony said.
"You have a beautiful idea!" Through the teleportation array, you can hear the sound of the copper hammer glaring, jumping up from the chair and hitting your knees.
The idea of buying grain for brewing wine is a serious problem for the dwarves. Dwarves can skip eating, but they cannot skip drinking. Every year, the grain they use for brewing wine is several times the amount of food rations.
"You guys should drink less. You've all developed rosacea and fatty liver disease. Drink less for beauty. Sell me some." Anthony said.
Under constant stalking, Tongchui was forcefully forced to sell 20,000 tons of grain.
Now no one dared to speak, and they would sell food if they spoke. After a while of silence, Dyson took the opportunity to reiterate his last decision: to expel the abyss nomads.
"Her Majesty the Queen did not attend the last meeting, and the vote result was 3 to 3, so it was temporarily shelved. Now that the Queen is here, I propose a re-vote," Dyson said.
If the last time we expelled the abyss nomads was for selfish reasons, then this time Dyson is really in a hurry. The western parish is really short of food, and those who escaped from the Flying Dragon Knights all mentioned the same situation.
The banks of Longhu Lake are full of rice.
If these abyss games can be driven away and the Falling Dragon Lake is occupied, at least part of the food gap can be alleviated.
As for what Anthony said before that he bought up all the food for the abyss nomads, just listen and forget it. You, Anthony, forced the Elf Queen and the Dwarf God of War to sell food, and you still want them to support you? Dyson thought secretly.
Dyson and Guliani were not in the same place. Dyson failed to discuss the request with Guliani in advance. As soon as his words came out, Guliani on the other side immediately changed his expression and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."
Diluni, who had been silently acting like a quail, heard this and finally came forward. He coughed lightly: "Archbishop Dyson proposed a resolution: expel the abyss nomads and re-vote, starting now."
After he finished speaking, he stopped making any sound, so slippery that Anthony couldn't catch the words.
But this is no wonder for Diluni. There are only a few hundred thousand people in the Republic of Stars. Even if they don't eat a morsel of food, they can't squeeze out much food. As the speaker of the Security Council, it's unreasonable for him to not spill any blood. The best way is
Just hide it so Anthony doesn't see it.
The other one who is better hidden is Bruske, who has not said a word until now.
After voting, everyone quickly dispersed. Dyson looked at the 2-5 vote with a stunned look on his face. The resolution was rejected. But there were three votes last time, so why are there only two votes this time?
"Idiot, do you think that what Tongchui asked Anthony was scolding him for meddling in his own business? No, he was scolding you. This is obviously your territory. Why did you, the rightful owner, not say anything but let Anthony worry? Because
You don't care about human life, idiot, we may all lose this vote from the dwarves in the future." Guli Anton reconnected the teleportation array and cursed.
"ah?"
Anthony happily received tens of thousands of tons of grain from the elves and dwarves. Although the quantity was not large, it could last a few more days. The extra day was precious because the harvest season was coming soon.
…
Ange's hand bones were floating around in a plot on Farm No. 2, watering and fertilizing a new variety of beets.
Due to the climate, the farmland in the outside world has either passed the sowing season or has been fully planted. Only the two farms in the Palace of Rest are left. Because of the boundary, the climate is somewhat different and they can continue to grow things.
So this became Ange's last happy place.
Unfortunately, the two farms combined only amounted to more than 6,000 acres. He did not dare to plant anything with a long growth period, so he had to plant some new fast-growing varieties, such as fast-growing beets.
After long-term iteration and optimization, the growth rate of sugar beets has been optimized to a terrifying degree. When sugar beets are mature and there is sufficient light, a crop of leaves can be harvested in five days, and the harvest can be continued throughout the entire planting cycle.
Tauren love to eat beets, and now beet leaves have become the staple food of the tauren, and are grown on a large scale in the Danhai plane.
However, beets are not the only leaves that can be eaten. The most delicious part of beet is the rhizome, which is super sweet. Not only can it be eaten raw, but it can also be pressed to make sugar. So the question arises, should you choose the leaves or the rhizome?
"Tauren eat leaves, and Luther eats rhizomes. If you pick the leaves, the rhizomes will be easily pulverized. If you don't pick the leaves, the growth period of the rhizomes is too long, so now you want to cultivate a system that can continuously collect leaves, and the rhizomes will not
New varieties of powder?" asked Negris.
Following Ange, Nigris felt that his knowledge of planting had skyrocketed, and all kinds of professional terms were at his fingertips.
Ange nodded.
"No matter how many hundreds of Luthors there are, they can't eat the Minotaurs. What about the roots whose leaves were harvested from beets?" Negris asked.
Ange pointed to a pile of soil in the distance.
If the leaves of previous beet varieties were harvested during the growth period, their rhizomes would become wrinkled and unpalatable, but it would be a waste to throw them away. So Angequan buried them in the soil and prepared them for feeding.
insect.
But now Hemel can't even eat rice, grass and algae. As the planting area becomes larger and larger, in the foreseeable future, Hemel's eating speed will be far behind the speed of crop production. These wrinkles
Baba's beetroot may never be used again.
"Why don't you come to the brewing bar? I heard that dwarves like to drink. We will brew the wine and sell it to the dwarves in exchange for the grain they have." Nigris suggested.
This is what Anthony had in mind.
Ange nodded, dug out the beetroot, used the purification technique to purify the dirt on it, then threw it randomly into the purified bucket and filled it with holy water.
It has to be said that Ange has an innate advantage in brewing. At least no one can beat him in terms of sterilization. If the brewing process is not clean, the wine may not ferment but become smelly.
He randomly brought in a bottle of wine that dwarves like to drink, mixed it with beetroot, and then poured it on with his finger.
Under the aura of rapid death, the yeast quickly decomposed the sugar in the beetroot and proliferated in large quantities. After reaching a certain amount, Ange poured the wine with a large number of yeasts into the barrel and sealed it for fermentation.
Ange began to work, and the two banshees, Dora and Domi, also began to perform regularly, and the songs of the deceased floated in the air of the Palace of Rest.
Singing soothes the soul, invigorates the spirit, and can make the soul more focused, and with a little more background music, the busy work will not be too boring, so Ange did not stop him.
This is how they usually sing, but after singing for a little while today, a strange voice impatiently said: "What the hell are you singing? You can't even sleep!"
The souls of Ange and Nigris tightened in unison, who is it?! This is the Palace of Rest.