Winter has turned to spring, and the scars left by the war on the land have not yet faded, but people's lives have gone on as usual.

The melting snow, clear roads, and civil war in the kingdom created the best opportunity for the tribes and slaves under Ulster's control to migrate and escape.

At night, when you look down at the forest from above, you can see the light of torches everywhere.

More and more barbarians took advantage of the darkness of the night to escape from their places of residence and came to the place of Froststone. Many of them had only heard of the "legend of the demigods" before they came to seek refuge in their desire for freedom and tranquility.

But with the rapid increase in population, the originally small basin is no longer able to accommodate all the inhabitants.

Due to the abundance of labor, the camp began to be built in large quantities, a large number of forests were cut down, and fertile land was cleared.

A steady stream of equipment from the Holy Acropolis was brought into the camp, and groups of barbarian warriors began to practice the art of military formation and coordinated combat under the training of the "Death Knight".

Everything is on track, except for one small problem.

That's right, a small question......

"The wall in the room has collapsed again!" Reicher looked at the big hole in the wall, and wanted to cry without tears.

Todd shook his head with a wry smile: "I don't know why, as long as I fall asleep recently, I will inexplicably trigger the evolution state." ”

Deirdre gestured the size of the hole with her hand, nodded and said, "This hole is bigger than the last time." ”

Todd looked at his body and tried to start evolving. As the monster form unfolded, his body gradually occupied the entire first floor, but the change was still not over.

Ringell listened to the shrill "wail" of the floor, and hurriedly said loudly: "Stop! Stop! If you get bigger again, this building will collapse you!"

In desperation, Todd terminated the tyrant's evolution and returned to human form.

Rachel looked at the solid wood floor full of fine cracks, and said to Todd in distress, "What have you been doing lately?

Todd thought about it carefully and thought of one thing: "Since the end of that battle, I have been studying the Tyrant virus, and when I was in the laboratory, I inhaled some of it more or less, could it have something to do with this?"

"Then reduce the number of trips to the lab and try to minimize the exposure to the Tyrant virus!" Rachel pressed his temples with a headache: "You yourself said that the virus is an unstable substance for living organisms, which may lead to unpredictable consequences!"

Todd was a little embarrassed: "My experiment has now reached a critical point. During last winter's fighting, I discovered a new parasite, "spores". It grows in the belly of a war beast and looks like a thick-skinned sphere containing a substance similar to nitroglycerin, which will ...... whenever stimulated by the outside world."

Rachel didn't care about Dildre's presence in the slightest, and said in an accentuated tone: "Your Majesty! This is not the Kingdom of Twilight! You must restrain your personal interests! Look at the people outside the door, they come from many different tribes, with different interests, and it is impossible to deal with and coordinate affairs as spontaneously as in Twilight City. This camp seems to be growing, but in fact it is a plate of scattered sand! The only person who can integrate and lead them is you!"

"You've given these people hope and homes, but the way of the kingdom's autonomy in Twilight City won't work here! If you don't manage these people, in the end, this will only end in infighting. Perhaps sensing that his tone was too harsh, Rachel breathed a long sigh of relief and slowed down his speech, "These people are gathered around you, and they value your power and fame, and you need to find a more suitable path to rule them. ”

Todd sighed lightly: "I understand what you said, after I won the battle, I did have some ...... Lax. ”

Rachel glanced at Dildre, who had a stiff expression beside him, and said viciously, "I'm sometimes worried if our conversation is leaked......"

Seeing that Deirdre looked like she was about to cry, Todd said helplessly: "We haven't discussed this matter a long time ago, and Deirdre is not doing any good for her." ”

Rachel gave Dildrier another meaningful gaze before continuing to say to Todd, "Agatha's fleet has arrived at the temporary port, and the latest food supplies are being unloaded. But the population of the camp is growing, and the amount of food transported is almost out of capacity. ”

Todd nodded: "I've thought about it. The transportation cost of the grain transported from the city is too high, and it can only be used for emergency relief in the early stage, not a long-term solution. ”

"You don't want to hit the surrounding tribes with your mind, do you?" Richer looked a little nervous: "I'll say in advance, although raiding the neighboring tribes can solve the food problem temporarily. But this will completely destroy the good reputation we have built up for a long time, and we will quickly turn against other tribes, and even affect internal stability!"

Todd smiled and gave her a 'don't worry' look: "I do want to hit the heads of the surrounding tribes and neighboring countries, but not in the form of war, but ...... Trade. ”

"Trade?!"

Rachel and Deirdre shouted at the same time.

"You should know, the Froststone Camp can't produce any decent specialties at all, so how can you talk about ......trade," Rachel said here, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind: "No, there are so many sites that can be used to build camps, why did you choose this place?"

Todd took out some dried blades of grass from his body and placed them in front of Rachel and Deirdre: "I chose this place as a camp because of this thing—tobacco leaves. ”

"The Froststone Camp is a basin with high altitude and good sunlight, the soil is a rare red clay in the northern region, rich in iron oxide, and the soil has abundant precipitation and strong water storage capacity. These three conditions contribute to the production of the best tobacco leaves in this place. ”

Deirdre picked up a piece of tobacco and looked at it carefully: "I know this thing, the old people in the clan often chew it to refresh themselves, I tasted it once, it was bitter and choking, would anyone really exchange food for this?"

Todd crushed the dried tobacco leaves in his hand, put them in front of his nose and smelled them, and said: "Tobacco leaves cannot be used directly, they must go through a series of processes such as material selection, impurity removal, fermentation, grinding, fragrance addition, and sealing. ”

Rachel was a little big: "It sounds complicated, so what is the use of this thing called 'tobacco'?"

"It's about the same as alcohol, it's an expensive consumable. Todd recalls that he had spent countless nights at the institute relying on cigarettes to get through, and then after getting a girlfriend, he finally quit smoking again.

"Due to the problem of process technology, the finished tobacco product could not be made into high-grade processed products such as hookah, dry tobacco and cigarettes at the beginning, so we could only find a way to tinker with snuff. Todd held his chin in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "I still need a batch of exquisite crystal snuff bottles from the Twilight Kingdom temporarily, which I will give to Huggins in the soul space to ......."

Deirdre's eyes sparkled with adoration: "You know a lot......"

Todd was a little embarrassed: "I studied tobacco mosaic virus at the beginning, and I usually like to smoke a few cigarettes. So, I had a general understanding of the history and craftsmanship of tobacco, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now. ”

Rachel first glanced at the two of them, then looked at the inconspicuous blade of grass, and asked suspiciously, "How much is the value of this snuff you are talking about, and is it worth our effort to make it?"

"Value?"

Todd thinks back to the literature he's read.

Snuff flowed into China in the late Qing Dynasty, when a pot of fine snuff ranged from 300 to 800 oceans in the market in Beijing, which was converted into 90,000 to 240,000 yuan.

After some mental calculations, Todd gave Rachel an answer: "50 grams of good snuff is about three hundred silver moons." ”

When the latter heard this, his mouth opened slightly, and he was stunned.

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