"Alice, this is my plan for the autumn harvest. ”

In the living room, Alice sat behind a long table, the golden sunlight shining from the window behind her, and her long, soft blond hair complemented her. In front of her, papyrus was written on it, and Uncle Karrick sat across from her.

However, Alice's attention was not on the papyrus, not because she didn't care about the autumn harvest, but because since she got up in the morning, she felt some kind of strange change in her body, as if there was a mysterious power lingering in her body, making her body lighter and her thinking clearer.

This may be the power that the gods gave her to control knowledge in her dreams, but how to use it, how to control it, she thought about it all morning, and she was still confused.

"Alice?" Karrick's body was almost recovered, and he was able to walk on his own, and the bruising on his face and the swelling of his lips had largely subsided. He also deliberately took the time to tidy up his appearance, with thick eyebrows and square face, wrinkles sharpened by wind and frost, a high nose bridge, and deep eye sockets, revealing his previous heroic and steady.

"Oh, sorry. Alice came back to her senses, and looked at the autumn harvest plan with an apologetic face, which was densely detailed and dense, listing dozens of articles, including the specific area of grain fields, cotton fields, flax fields, and pastures, the specific distribution of farmers, farm tools, and livestock, as well as the follow-up work arrangements for weeding, ploughing, sowing, and so on.

After looking at it for a while, Alice frowned: "Uncle Carrick, is there no other way?Do we have to give up most of the cotton fields?In this case, how should the farmers cope with the cold winter?"

"Alice, I think so, there's no way around it. Karrick squeezed out a wry smile: "For farmers, food for wintering is more important. Picking and stripping cotton is the most labor-intensive, and picking hard pods often makes the farmer's hands bloody. Except, of course, the silent Linda. But this is not the greatest difficulty, the greatest difficulty is to separate the cotton from the cottonseed, relying entirely on manual stripping, and a skilled peasant woman can peel a pound of cotton at most in a busy day. And we just don't have that many people. ”

In the dark Middle Ages, cotton was in great demand. But picking cotton is also the most painful and tedious work, because the fibers of cotton are short, and they are entangled with the seeds, making it difficult to peel off, and it requires even more labor than picking, making it a very expensive job.

Of course, the warmth and comfort of cotton is much higher than that of flax, so the price is also very high. Only the nobles could wear cotton clothes and cover cotton bedding.

"Alice, even in previous years, most of the cotton in the Black Stone Collar had no time to pick, so it could only be left to rot in the ground. Now, there is a severe shortage of manpower, and the harvest of barley, rye, flax and forage for winter livestock is already stretched. ”

Karrick sighed, abandoning the cotton field was a last resort. In the cold winter, filling your stomach is more important than fighting the cold. Even forage is more important than cotton, because livestock and horses are essential to feed.

"Uncle Karrick, this winter, once it snows heavily. I'm afraid the farmers won't be able to make it through. Alice understood how hard life was for the peasants, and that their humble cottages could not keep out the biting cold, and that the only way they could keep warm was to build a campfire in the middle of the house, but it required too much wood.

"I understand. Karrick's brow furrowed, this was the best plan he could have made, prioritizing the supply of food, and a small group of peasant women going to pick cotton to supply the needs of the castle: "This is destined to be a difficult winter, and we can only pray that God will be merciful and that it will not snow heavily." ”

Alice was silent for a long time, and she had no choice but to sigh faintly about the predicament of the Black Stone Collar: "Then follow this plan." ”

"Alice. Karrick looked at her dejected appearance and felt a little guilty in his heart: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." If we bring back enough profits, we can hire some people......"

"No, it's not your fault. Alice shook her head: "Uncle Karrick, if you survive, you are the greatest wealth of the Blackstone Territory." ”

"But I won't give up easily, I promised Leah that I would make the Blackstone Collar flourish again. A look of determination appeared on Alice's face, she now had the power to harness knowledge, and she was confident in the great god: "I will ask the great god of dreams, and perhaps I will be guided." ”

"The guidance of the gods?" Karrick frowned, "Great gods, with the power of wisdom. But...... Sorry, I didn't question the gods. It's just that harvesting crops is what a farmer should do, and a great god, why should he be like a farmer and harvest crops for us?"

Looking at Karrick's departing back, Alice sighed and frowned, she also felt unsure, she couldn't pray to the gods, "Great gods, please send the divine power and send all the grain and cotton directly to our barn?"

"Alas......"

How can a man who is the embodiment of strength and wisdom, the embodiment of love and justice, do such a menial job as a farmer?

This is blasphemy!

When her father and Leah were there, Alice never thought that the autumn harvest would be such a tedious task. In her impression, the autumn harvest moon was the most lively time, it was a scene full of hope, full of golden wheat fields and snow-white cotton, carts full of grain, straw stacks, snow-white cotton bundles one by one. The hard-working farmers shuttled through it, wielding scythes to harvest the crops, and the heat was in full swing.

When all the work is done, under the auspices of his father, the Blackstone Leader also holds a bonfire to celebrate the harvest festival, and the farmers sing and dance to celebrate the gifts of the heavens.

But now, everything is different from what I imagined.

I'm so hard!

Alice lay on the table with her hands on her cheeks, and when no one was around, she finally showed the sad appearance that she should have at her age, her delicate eyebrows squeezed together, and her slightly baby-fat cheeks were squeezed by her hands, and her rosy mouth was pursed, which looked cute and funny.

Sad and irritable, Alice fiddled with the papyrus and quill on the table, but she could not think of any good way.

Great gods, how do you reap the crops?

Inadvertently touching the bronze lampstand with a handle on the table, like a cup, and playing with it twice in her hand, Alice's mind seemed to have some touch, and it seemed to be a burst of inspiration, and the mysterious power in her body overflowed along her fingertips.

Suddenly, the hard lampstand softened, and when I pressed it lightly with my fingers, it sank like soft mud, leaving clear finger prints.

Eh, Alice's expression froze for a moment, this- what happened?

The wonderful changes in the bronze lampstand aroused her curiosity, and she tried to pinch the other parts of the lampstand with her hands, and soon found that the whole lampstand became very soft, like playing with mud when she was a child, and with the fiddling of her hands, it could change into various shapes.

For example, with a slap, the entire lampstand will become a cake, and with a pinch, it will become an ugly and cute duck.

Alice was more and more amazed, this was a hard bronze, even a sharp sword could not cut it. But in your own hands, you can fiddle with it at will and turn it into any shape you want.

This...... Is this the power of knowledge given by the gods?