As the previously merged grassland area to the north of Paris is cleared, the time for cultivation is getting closer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there were still differences between level 1 farmland and level 2 farmland in the previous game system, there was not so much systematic data in this real world.

If there was no way to transfer a large number of people to land reclamation because the residents of Paris had their own things to complete, then the people who were "plundered" from the Viscount of Riel Island at this time happened to fill this gap.

According to previous research by Paulino scholars, this land is quite fertile, and it only takes two careful cultivation to become a good field for a good grain harvest, and the land that can be cultivated here is not much more than the land area where the forest is cultivated.

With the wild horses and prairie eagles on this grassland having been almost caught, and most of the yellow sheep and rabbits that can be used as food have entered the belly of the inhabitants of Paris, the ability of this grassland to provide materials for the city of Paris is becoming weaker and weaker, Chopin asked the residents to clear an area first, but now it seems that the time has come for full development.

In this world, the food problem is always the fundamental measure of whether a lord is really strong, and only by having enough food can a strong army be fed.

In order to have enough food, there must be a lot of fertile land to cultivate.

However, for Chopin today, it is the right time and place.

There is no Ministry of Agriculture in "Imperial Total War", let alone the so-called Minister of Agriculture to help Chopin solve problems, and most of the officials who came to this other world with the system are also responsible for urban management and other issues, and they don't know much about things like farmland reclamation and grain planting, so this matter can only be done by Chopin himself.

As a science dog, although Chopin does not know much about farming, after all, with the aura of science and technology in the 18th century, and with the guidance of senior agricultural scholars such as Paulino, grain cultivation will not be a big problem.

Then the most critical question is how to mobilize the enthusiasm of these otherworldly residents, so that they can devote themselves to this army of cultivation and reclamation, after all, these guys are not shrouded in the brilliance of the system, and naturally they will not trust and worship Chopin unconditionally.

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As one of the first inhabitants to be relocated to the new island, Dat's life is far from being as bad as he had hoped, but he is still a little unhappy.

In order to make a living, he now has to help the nobleman named Brooks carry all kinds of building materials every day to build a new house, although it is a little tiring, but after a month, in addition to three meals a day, he can also have a salary of 5 silver coins.

In fact, with the exception of a few people who were waiting to die and those who possessed a craft, almost all of the rest of the residents chose to help build new houses here to make a living.

In the evening, when the setting sun slowly closed his last rays, Dieter also finished his day's work, dragging his somewhat tired body home.

Before he had taken a few steps, he noticed a sign hanging from a nearby tree, which seemed to be recruiting a group of farmers to go to the grassland area to cultivate the land.

5 silver coins a month, three meals a day without having to worry about himself, although a little tired, but for Dat, such days are much better than in the past.

However, looking at the content written on the notice board at this time, he couldn't help but be moved, because one of the reclamation rewards written on it had the permanent ownership of farmland.

His face changed drastically for a while, and Dater had already made a decision in his heart.

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On the night of the third day, the bright stars dotted the black curtain, and the faint light could not illuminate the gloom of the night, but outside the city of Paris, next to the bank of the river that had originally run through the forest area, the light released by a large number of torches and candlesticks drove all the darkness away from here.

For these aborigines who had been staying on Viscount Rare's beautiful island before and had become accustomed to the dark environment at night, the rising light made them feel a little uncomfortable, and they subconsciously dodged backwards one by one, but there were also a few bold ones who secretly looked at Chopin who was standing in front.

In order to motivate these indigenous inhabitants to farm, he had to set new rules and regulations.

"I am Chopin, the king of the French Empire, the lord of this beautiful island."

"I want to tell you that you are lucky to be here. Next, I will deliver a fertile land to you! ”

"As long as you can reclaim this farmland according to the requirements within the time I have set, then the land will be your own, and all the harvested grain needs to be handed over except for forty percent, and the remaining sixty percent will be at your disposal."

As soon as Chopin's words were finished, there was no sound in the audience, and everyone stared at him blankly.

The lands on the Endless Sea Drift Island, except for the nobles, were generally owned by the lord alone, and the inhabitants who worked diligently to cultivate the fields throughout the year had to be handed over after the grain harvest, except for a small amount of subsistence rations.

After a deathly silence, it took a long time for someone to speak again.

"Your Majesty, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I vouch for the king's credibility and will never deceive you."

Looking at these aborigines one by one with a look of disbelief, Chopin had an incomparably warm smile on his face, and then said word by word.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

As the first aboriginal shouted and knelt down, as if there was some chain reaction, all the inhabitants from all sides knelt down.

The continuous cries converged like a torrent, and even the cold brought by the night was dispelled a lot at this time.

PS : 100 coins for "The Roar of the Antarctic Glacier", 1,000 coins for "Huyi", and 500 coins for "Poor Lonely".

I'm not satisfied with the writing of this chapter.,Kavin.,Tangled and revised for a long time.,That's it.,The third chapter will go back and make it up.,In addition, in order to punish the author for not believing in his words.,After it's on the shelf, I'll add an extra one more on the basis of what should have broken out.。