"Old Will, how do you feel about using your ancestral herb secret recipe?"

Under the small grass shed at the entrance of the mine, the sunlight was blocked by the grass shed, but it could not stop the hot breath.

Old Will stood shirtless outside the shed, watching Alan sit leisurely on a stool in a strange white shirt and black pants outfit, and Will had mixed feelings.

"It's a little uncomfortable, and I have to be whipped by the overseers every day." Old Will couldn't afford to be angry with Allen, and didn't even dare to look Allen in the eyes.

The terrifying steam engine erupts every day with unreachable terrorist forces, and lion soldiers such as Former Morning Glory Town and Former Saltpeter Town have settled in the mine one after another, becoming his colleagues, and mining in the dark together.

He heard from his colleagues that they were the private soldiers of the nobles of Morning Glory Town and Saltpeter Town, and there was an offensive order drawn by the king himself on the surface.

A few hundred meters away from the enemy, the ship was sunk by an inexplicable force, the soldiers on board were killed by unknown weapons that pierced the air, the heads of their comrades exploded themselves, and the sound of rolling thunder exploded in turn every ten seconds.

After listening to these stories, Old Will no longer had any expectations for the life he longed for, and his heart was stagnant.

Alan bypassed the overseer's question of revenge and continued to ask, "Is it possible that your ancestral secret recipe is the recipe of the rabbit-eared clan?" ”

"Why do you ask this?" Old Will was stunned, but he didn't expect Alan to ask for the ancestral secret recipe.

"You've got the secret recipe, why bother asking me again." Old Will felt bored and didn't want to recall the past of the secret recipe.

Seeing that Old Will was not cooperative, the Overseer angrily raised his large whip and whipped Old Will in the back.

This twitch, the hot pain, Old Will gasped and snorted lightly.

"I said, I said, this recipe was handed down by my ancestors, and legend has it that this is a recipe passed down by another race, but I don't know what race it is, and my ancestors didn't elaborate." Cold sweat broke out on Old Will's forehead, and he poured out everything his brain knew under the threat of a whip.

Alan asked a few questions in a row, asking questions about the origin of the recipe, ancient legends, etc.

After asking about this, Alan didn't get much useful information.

"Maybe you can ask the other priests, as far as I know, the orthodox priests have magical herbal formulas for healing injuries." Old Will finally said.

"Well, I'll go and ask Hood and the Fox Village Priest." Alan got up and walked away quickly.

After Alan left, Old Will breathed a sigh of relief.

But before it was loose, Overseer Ma Jie appeared with a smile on his face, his hands straightened with whips.

"What do you want to do, didn't I say everything I had to say!" Old Will trembled, and was terrified of the whip.

Ma Jie and Old Will have a grudge, and Old Will's performance just now made him feel very unhappy.

……

on the construction site.

Dressed in a gray shirt and black pants, with a stack of white paper in his hand, Hood walked around to record the latest progress on the construction site and record the specific stock of cement and bricks.

As the minister of the Ministry of Construction, Hood was busy with matters related to the construction of the territory all day long, and when he saw Allen coming from a distance, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Lord Allen, the sun is big here, come here." Hood greeted Alan and walked under the tree.

Alan snorted and looked Hood's outfit up and down, with a cotton gray shirt and black pants, and cowhide shoes, dressed as a pure office worker.

This was due to his own leading role, wearing a white shirt and black pants, and other male orcs also longed for this, looking at Allen's outfit as an example, and over time some orcs wanted to imitate Allen's dress.

Now the weavers in the town have been familiar with absorbing the new clothing design theory transmitted by Allen, weaving out modern clothing such as shirts, black pants, small skirts, hats, etc., and putting them on the small embroidery shops on the commercial street for sale, each piece of twenty-five copper coins.

Such a price was placed in Datie Village a few months ago, and the villagers must have called it sky-high, and they would not buy it, but now it is different, the copper coins issued every month are piled up in the house and moldy, since they don't have to worry about eating, it is better to buy some clothes.

As a result, a large number of orcs queue up to buy every day, and the embroidery shop is in short supply.

By the way, under the leadership of Marianne, Mahi and other first-line cat lady businessmen, the small skirt has gradually broken into the female class of Tomorrowtown and has become a new fashion trend.

Windsor next to her is also wearing a small skirt, the skirt is medium length, red and black checked pleated classic, wearing a white short liner, and a red butterfly collar tie is tied at the neckline.

Windsor arched the document in his arms and asked, "Minister Hood, do you know who the recipe for the herb of the priest lineage comes from?" ”

Hood was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Then how did you become a priest?"

"I was ordered by Old Will before, but after Allen came to Datie Village, I was squeezed off the stage again." Hood was very helpless, in fact, he was not an orthodox priest, and he could only become a priest because he had been to Morning Glory Town to learn words and priesthood rituals.

"Didn't the priests of Morning Glory know about it?" Alan interjected and asked.

"Even if others knew, I wouldn't have the right to ask." Hood looked at Alan with a resentful look, now he was busy and had not done the work of a priest for a long time.

In addition to the small sacrifices made in each ancient season, the daily worship of the priests has been left behind by him.

Alan left disappointed to find the Fox Village Priest.

……

The Fox Village priest had recently planned to take the villagers back to the village, and when Eren approached him, he was startled, thinking that Eren had discovered his plan.

Fortunately, Alan asked about the formula, and the priest of Fox Village hesitated:

"Lord Allen, it seems that the recipe of this herb was learned by the ancestors from other places, and I don't know very well, but this kind of thing is generally not inquired about, because the time is too long, and the people and things related are blurred."

After a round of questioning, Alan can basically determine that the rabbit-eared clan's native talent is a medical type, and the specific performance may be to make special effect herbs.

As for how to make it, it will have to be explored by the rabbit-eared people themselves, or they can study biology first, and then learn Allen's medical book that has not yet been written.

As for herbal books such as the Compendium of Herbs, they are not very useful, because this is the Atlas, and what the Orcs of the Atlas need is a local encyclopedia of herbs.

"Windsor, order the Ministry of Commerce to purchase herbal books, and then spend money to hire a group of doctors to return to the village, and then you order people to train doctors." After Allen finished speaking, he returned to his desk, and suddenly it occurred to him that he had added another task for himself to copy a medical book.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." Windsor wagged her tail and left happily, leaving Alan with the pen.

Alan took the pen and frowned, a little reluctant to copy, but thinking of the burden on his body, he couldn't do it if he didn't copy it.

He does not copy, no one provides more advanced scientific and technological knowledge, and the development of the territory is rigid.

Alan thought for a moment, put down the pen in his hand, closed his eyes and recalled the knowledge in his head, trying to find some tools that could speed up the writing of knowledge.

Two minutes later, a joyful voice sounded in the city lord's office: "There you have it, mechanical typewriter!" ”