The arsonist sent by the Duke of Ceylon is the best opportunity to cut into Waterdeep. He wouldn't stop Lien from introducing the arsonist into the Blackstone Collar, and Qin Song was confident enough to set a trap and invite you into the urn.

In the early morning, a hazy drizzle crept in. The light raindrops, beating on the mossy stone walls of the castle, woke up the quiet Alice. It wasn't quite dark yet, but Alice couldn't wait to get dressed, pick up her beloved juicer, put it on the table, remove the parts, and prepare to fix the gaps and wobble.

When the sun had fully risen, Alice's first improvement work had come to an end, and she walked out in a hurry, called Linda, and prepared to continue shaking happily in the workshop.

Qin Song, who climbed out of the pottery urn, put his soft wrists and feet on the balcony, and this gray drizzling weather made him feel a little comfortable. The eyes looked at the vast blue sea in the rain again.

The boxes and boxes of gold coins tickled his heart again. Even if you can't find it again, wandering around the sea for a few laps is more open-minded than staying in a narrow pottery urn.

Coming to the sea all the way, Qin Song followed the route in his memory and came to the hydrothermal deposit with thousands of large 'chimneys', but the vast area of dozens of hectares and the dim and indistinguishable environment made him spend most of his energy in vain, and finally had to give up helplessly.

Sure enough, hope came, and disappointment returned. When I got back to the castle, it was almost afternoon and the drizzle had stopped. Qin Song switched to Alice's field of vision, wanting to see the progress of her 'experiment', but everything in front of him made him a little surprised.

Alice was not in the workshop, but in an empty barn, with a dozen ragged and vegetable farmers standing in front of her, men and women, young and old.

"That's it. Alice. Karrick stood beside Alice, his expression a little solemn: "In Daotan Town, there is no way to hire strong farmers, at least at this time. ”

"I understand. Alice nodded, the autumn harvest was the most important event of the year at the castle. Even though she is obsessed with the knowledge of the gods, she has to personally participate in some important decisions and make decisions.

For example, now, in order to ensure the number of farmers in the autumn harvest, Karrick withdrew the few gold coins left in the castle and went to Daotan Town to buy serfs. The results were not optimistic, as he had expected, for most of the peasants and women were emaciated and looked sickly, as well as a few children who had become thin bean sprouts.

But it was the best he could buy, the autumn harvest was a big deal for all the lords, and Daotan Town was just a small town, and even serf traders rarely frequented it. Through various channels, Karik singled out these dozen serfs from among the dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled people at a low price, barely having labor.

As for the four or five twelve or thirteen-year-old children, they are basically bound to their parents and sold. You must know that it is difficult for a serf without a family to have a sense of belonging to the territory, if it is a widower and widow, in the case of insufficient food and clothing, the matter of running slaves often occurs.

"With these farmers, we were able to barely finish harvesting the wheat fields. As for the cotton fields, they can only give up some. Karrick pinched his chin, a look of regret on his face.

Alice looked thoughtfully at the weak serfs, the scrawny children, timidly grasping the corners of her clothes, hiding behind her parents, her eyes full of first-time fear.

With the successful experience of the juicer, Alice fully believed in what Qin Song said, 'tools are the crystallization of wisdom and are more important than people', so the direction of her thinking about the problem has undergone a fundamental change.

"Uncle Carrick, where are the tools for harvesting, are they sufficient, are they sharp?"

Karrick didn't expect Alice to suddenly ask such a question, so he thought for a moment and nodded: "Although our scythes are a little worn, the number is barely enough, at least every man can get one." Women and children, on the other hand, are only responsible for picking up stalks, baling them, and removing some weeds and shrubs. ”

Alice had seen the scythe used by the farmers to harvest their crops, with their short handles and jagged blades, and the farmers bent over to grasp the wheat stalks with one hand and cut the roots with the other. She had heard from her father that a well-trained farmer, like Linda, who was not afraid of injury, could cut wheat in a day and load a six-horse cart.

In the Middle Ages of the Dark Ages, when there was no land surveying and planning, and there were no seed drills, the serfs would plant seeds with their hands wherever they could, forming large irregularly shaped wheat fields. The result is that watering and harvesting are cumbersome, and the yield is low.

This is the limitation of the times, Alice when asked about the tool. Qin Song understood her intentions, she was trying to use her wisdom and tools to improve the efficiency of harvesting and reduce the consumption of manpower in disguise.

Great idea, but ...... With her little head and poor knowledge reserves, it seems a little difficult.

And for Qin Song, making a combine harvester or something is completely meaningless nonsense. The complex mechanical structure, and the power system, are impossible to even manifest.

However, this does not mean that Qin Song has no way. In the era of information explosion in his previous life, Qin Song, like everyone, likes to watch all kinds of entertainment short videos, on the sofa, on the bus, and on the toilet...... It's addictive as soon as you brush it, and whoever brushes it knows.

Because of this, Qin Song remembered an interesting video he had watched about the 'Death Scythe', the huge giant scythe with a curved hand and a crescent moon, the signature weapon of the Grim Reaper.

But after clicking on the video, Qin Song smiled very uncompromisingly. In the video, it turned out to be a lawn mowing contest in the country of hairy bears, and the contestants wielded a long-handled scythe that looked like a 'death sickle', and frantically cut the grass......

At the time, I laughed it off, but now that I think about it, it's just the luck of luck.

The long-handled scythe has been hailed as one of the most important advances in the history of global agricultural tools over the past few thousand years. It only began to appear in parts of Europe in the 13th century, and it was not until the 16th century that the short-handled sickle was completely replaced, and the final improvements were completed in the 18th century, which have survived to this day.

The design of this huge long-handled curved sickle is very ergonomic, and there is no need to bend down to operate, which greatly saves the farmer's physical strength.

The structure is simple, the operation is simple, if the farmers can equip it, they can master it with only simple training, and at least half of the manpower can be saved!

In addition, the reason why this scythe became the prototype of the scythe of death is not only the domineering appearance, but also in many peasant uprisings in the Middle Ages, this scythe has great achievements, whether it is a sweep or a chisel, whether it is a man or a horse, it can cause great lethality, and can be used as a weapon.

While Qin Song was thinking, a weak voice suddenly sounded among the serfs: "Lord-lord, my child, is sick. Give him a little mercy and let him rest and rest. I...... I'll work harder. ”

It was a thin man, dressed in a tattered linen jacket, with ribs and shoulder bones clearly visible, and his cheekbones were high and his eye sockets were sunken like skeletons because of long-term hunger. Behind him, there was a child with a height of one meter, three or four, whose dirty and equally thin face was only half exposed, and he couldn't see men and women, and he cowered and grabbed the corner of his father's clothes.

In this day and age, getting sick is not a good thing. Karrick's expression tightened, and he shouted, "Damn bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"No, sir. Please, I didn't mean to. The father wiped tears from his eyes and pleaded, "If not, Elena and I won't survive this winter." ”

PS: [Reaper's Scythe] will become a standard weapon for a certain witch.