The chef made a pot of beef and potatoes according to Reggie's recipe. Although Chris repeatedly emphasized that he had no interest in potatoes, he still ate the whole three plates in one go.
"This kind of thing, how should I put it, I really don't like it very much... But as a kind of food, I think the taste is secondary. The most important thing is the yield. How many potatoes can be produced in one acre of land?"
"Each acre of land can produce more than 500 pounds, which is less than I imagined."
"Five hundred pounds!" Chris sprayed the sauce in Reggie's face, "Isn't that too little for you?"
In this era, most grain crops can only produce about two hundred pounds per acre, and five hundred pounds is already a very astonishing number.
"Pay attention to your table manners, my highness!" Reggie wiped the sauce off his face, "I will cultivate better seeds in the greenhouse. The normal potato yield per acre should be more than a thousand pounds!"
"Yes, really?" Chris' voice was trembling, and he looked at the potatoes on the plate with a strange light in his eyes.
Reggie knew what he was thinking: "To tell you the truth, I am very grateful for everything you have done for me. I really hope you can stay by my side forever."
Chris filled another bowl of potatoes and curled his lips and said, "You have such a wonderful idea. I am a majestic prince, so why should I be your servant for the rest of my life?"
"It seems that I have never treated you badly."
"So what? A hired worker is a hired worker after all!"
Reggie was silent for a long time and murmured: "It seems you still want to be the king."
"Don't say such stupid things, okay?" Chris laughed, "Who in this world doesn't want to be the king?"
"Okay," Reggie nodded, "I'll help you become the king. The day is coming soon."
Chris frowned and said, "Shall we win the war in front of us first? As for the king's affairs, let's leave it to a few decades later."
"Maybe it won't take that long," Reggie said with a smile. "When you become the king, please promise me one thing. You will never have a war with Shattering Snow City."
Chris was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I promise you, it's all irrelevant stuff anyway, so what does it matter if I promise you."
Reggie added: "I know all kings are shameless, but I hope you won't break your promise."
"I will definitely not break my promise. Fighting with you is not a wise thing to do," Chris wiped his mouth and said, "I will also promise you another thing. As long as I can become the king, I will give you
You have three cities, if you are willing to give me some potato seeds, I will give you one more city!"
"A little potato can buy you a city?" Reggie asked in surprise, "Your city is too cheap."
"It's not cheap at all," Chris picked up a piece of potato with a fork. "If there is such a thing in Ryan Country, you won't have to worry about food anymore. It's worth giving you three more cities."
Reggie smiled: "I didn't expect that the Demon Prince's first thought was about eating."
Chris said: "If the people can't even eat, what's the point of this kingdom's existence?"
Reggie was silent for a long time, then suddenly stood up and saluted Chris.
This was the first time Reggie saluted Chris, which made Chris feel very uncomfortable.
"You, what are you going to do?"
"Allow me to call you His Majesty the King in advance, just once!" Reggie stared at Chris, "Remember what you said today, you must remember it!"
…
Edwina is on the land north of the city, watching the Bayers pay their land rent. According to the agreement, except for the soldiers of the Third Army, every Bayer who owns land must pay at least two thousand pounds of potatoes. This kind of thing is reasonable.
It was said that it should be left to two agricultural officers to complete the task, but Reggie was worried that the fierce Bayers would cause trouble, so he still let the experienced Edwina direct the rent collection.
Edwina is indeed very experienced. There are two things she is best at. One is collecting money. Although what she received this time is potatoes, the nature is not any different. The other is taming disobedient animals.
People, most of them are women, but of course men are also included.
Edwina brought fully armed guards with her, and she prepared for the worst, but things went more smoothly than she imagined. It was not because the Bayers had learned well, but because they refused to eat potatoes.
They would rather continue to eat the food given to them by Reji than eat the mud eggs grown from the soil. Moreover, there is a very popular legend among the Bayer people. They believe that potatoes are the potatoes that Reji brought from hell.
Those who eat the fruits picked from the potato will be transformed into devils by Reggie.
At least four thousand pounds of potatoes can be harvested from a piece of land, but most Bayers only harvested two thousand pounds. They just want to pay the rent. As for the remaining potatoes, they would rather let them rot in the ground than
Spend a little more effort for the devil's fruit.
This is obviously not what Reggie wants to see. Edwina has also tasted potatoes. She knows that they are very delicious food. She made a suggestion to Reggie and asked Reggie to use three copper coins in one pound.
The price of the remaining potatoes is levied.
"Three copper coins per pound are too few to dampen the enthusiasm of the cultivators. Let's go to eight copper coins per pound!"
"Eight copper coins per pound?" Wen Na said in astonishment, "The wheat you bought from the White Tower Country only costs six copper coins per pound."
Reggie smiled and said: "Potatoes are no less valuable than wheat. When one day I take back Zhilin City for you, don't you want to bring more potatoes with me?"
Wen Na shook her head and said: "I don't need it, Zhilin City belongs to you."
Reggie said in surprise: "Are you kidding? That is obviously your territory. I promised to help you take it back."
Wen Na smiled strangely: "It's mine and it's yours, even me is yours."
These profound words made Reggie's bones weak and his muscles numb, and Wen Na was now approaching him step by step.
Reggie is slightly taller than Chris. In this case, Wenna doesn't need to bend her knees to make that charming look up.
Reggie couldn't judge Wenna's intention. In this case, he should follow the normal operation, find a flat place, pee, and then take care of himself.
But Wen Na's tenderness prevented him from leaving, so he made a bold decision to take advantage first, or at most not admit it!
The distance between the two people has reached the point where "no time is allowed", Wen Na closed her eyes, and Reggie was considering whether to speak first or take action first, when a knock on the door suddenly came.
Who could be so frustrating? Chris? No, that guy never knocks on the door.
Reggie wanted to ignore him, but Wenna had already opened her eyes. Any man with some experience knew that this meant that he had missed this opportunity.
Wen Na left in a hurry, and when she opened the door, she saw Hurley standing outside the door.
"What's the matter with you?" Reggie looked at Hurley with a cold look in his eyes.
"Sir, I want to say that I can't find a suitable method for the task you assigned me. It's really too difficult."
"You can't find a way and you still come to me! Do you want me to punish you?"
"I think that thing... is too thick, and I can't bear it!"
"What does it matter if it is thicker? The principle is the same. Take a good look at your previous notes and try to improve your method!"
Hurley took out a thick stack of parchment: "I was reading my notes, but some words were too complicated. I had never spoken these words before, and I didn't understand their meaning until now."
"I still don't understand it even now," Reggie angrily picked up the pointer, "Tell me, how many words do you not know?"
"I, I, I didn't count carefully, there are about fifteen or six..."
"Just count it as sixteen, stretch out your hand and slap the palm of your hand one hundred and sixty times!"
Hitting the palm? Only children receiving primary education receive such a punishment. This is simply a shame!
But Reggie wasn't kidding. He waved the pointer hard, causing Hurley to immediately spread his palms. God knows why Reggie lost his temper.
"Big, big, sir, my hand... I have to continue to cast spells, but I must not get hurt."
A beautiful excuse. Hurley was about to applaud his wit, but unexpectedly Reggie didn't buy it.
"Aren't you right-handed? Let me beat your left hand!"
"Sir, this mission is unusual and requires the use of both hands!"
"Really? You can't hit with both hands?" Reggie smiled evilly, "Then I will punish your more private parts."
…
Reggie wanted Hurley to burn a hole of ten centimeters in diameter on an iron pillar with a diameter of seventeen centimeters, which obviously exceeded the magic limit of the Burning Elf.
Hurley has been trying to improve his spells. When he was making gun barrels, Hurley's spells improved every day, which gave him the illusion that his potential was unlimited.
During that time, his potential was indeed developed, but limits are different from potential, and limits are not so easy to break through.
All the experiments in the first three days ended in failure. Hurley burned a total of fifteen iron pillars and burned his right hand.
If he continued to fight like this, the chance of success would not be too high, but the chance of injury would gradually increase. Hurley was forced to stop, and he wanted to try a brand new method, using an almost explosive method to cast his spells.
After two full days of preparation, Hurley found the breaking point of the spell. He conducted a high-intensity experiment in the back garden of the castle. As a result, he used too much force and burned the entire iron pillar. Hurley also
He suffered severe burns and was taken directly to the hospital.
Since returning to Shattering Snow City, Reggie has not seen Imma yet. Because of Camila's relationship, there is some grudge between the two. When she learned that Reggie came to the hospital, Imma felt both excited and a little nervous.
Do you want to take the initiative to talk to Reggie? Or continue to be reserved. He is a lord, should he be allowed to bow his head in front of you? But his behavior is too frivolous, first Sophia, and then Na
Tully, now Camilla has also stepped in. I heard that there is a female orc named Yinge... This kind of frivolous man should teach him a lesson!
"Ima, how are you?"
Imma was still struggling with the conflict, but Reggie took the initiative to come forward and send a greeting.
"I, I'm fine..." This simple greeting resolved all the resentment in Imma's heart. She turned around and looked at Reggie with a red face. She was about to say something, but she saw Reggie's face.
The scar, "This, what is this, my God, you are injured, who sewed this wound, how come it is so badly sewn!"
Imma stroked Reggie's cheek, tears of distress welling up in her eyes.
Broken Bones sitting aside said: "Can you help me change the medicine first, and then make love with your man?"
Nipoli, who was standing at the door, smiled and said: "Don't be so ignorant, big orc, we'll come back later."