After inspecting the industrial zone of the rich and strong leader, Zhou Qingfeng rode back to the city early the next morning. The sky is bright, the four fields are quiet, and the city gates have not yet been opened.

The outside of the city is desolate, and most of the area is unused. Last winter, there was a famine, and a large area of grassland was burned while the vegetation was withering, and the fertility was simply increased.

But the reclamation conditions could not keep up, and after a year of growth, the land had to continue to burn this winter.

By the way, there is also a way to increase fertility - set up iron rods five or six meters high in the wilderness, and insert a 'lightning rod' every 100 meters.

Aulull, the mad woman, blows the north wind every day, and thunder falls from time to time. This winter in Coldwind City is cloudy and thundery, and it just doesn't rain. Elsewhere, such a dense burst of mines would have caused serious civilian deaths.

But Uncle Zhou even has to take advantage of the enemy's anger. Thunder and lightning in the sky are channelled underground by 'lightning rods' to prevent lightning strikes and increase soil fertility - hopefully the oxygen and nitrogen from the other world will be similarly combined.

Before dawn, teams of farmers came out to work. Eighty percent of the population under Zhou Qingfeng's command will be engaged in agriculture, and the task of reclamation this winter is very heavy, otherwise there will be no way to meet next year's production demand.

The peasants ate the potatoes they had planted early in the morning, drank some salt water mixed with stamina potions, and watched the hoes get to work. Thanks to last year's strict purge and education, their queue is quite neat.

Seeing the rumbling appearance of the mechanical dragon, the farmers ducked to the side of the road and saluted their lords. They were accustomed to seeing the lords who roamed around every day, but they didn't feel particularly alarmed.

Outside the city gates, a group of kobolds took advantage of the darkness before dawn to work in the moat under the city walls. They have to dig up the river that has been silted up for years and clean up the stinking garbage.

After Zhou Qingfeng arrived outside the city, he did not call the city gate, but stood by the moat at will, observing the work of the kobolds.

Kobolds are shorter than dwarves, thin and small. Slavery makes these creatures do heavy work as if they are abusing them. But the kobold themselves didn't realize that they were very energetic about the super hard work of dredging.

There are many strange things in the other world, and the weak kobold is allowed to have a rare talent in the world - engineering. In order to avoid various enemies, they had to hide underground, and they accumulated a wealth of construction experience through generations.

Kobolds can make some tools such as cranes and excavators to make their work more convenient, and they are also very skilled in building tunnels and laying wooden rails. Coldwind City provides them with enough support to bring more efficiency.

The city has been built for many years, and there is a mess in the sewers. After Zhou Qingfeng seized the city, he set up a special city management agency, but the cleaning up of the city's water supply and drainage system has been slow.

In the past, the nobles in the city had a very simple way of cleaning the sewers, and they dug ditches casually. If a sewer line is blocked, they simply fill it in and dig another one.

It's so simple and crude.

As a result, the city was dug up in a mess, and every year when it rained and the cold wind city was waterlogged, half of the city was soaked in water. The damage to people and property was extremely high, but the nobility did not care at all.

The huge figure of the 'Swift Shadow' stood silently by the moat, scaring the kobolds who were working half to death. They fled as fast as they could, most of them desperately burrowing into the sewer outlets that had not yet been desilted.

After waiting for a long time, the kobold found out that it was his lord, so he sent a leader to crawl over, and bowed down respectfully to say hello, "Dear Lord Hugo, do you have any orders?" ”

Kobolds are too weak, ugly in appearance, like an upright lizard, and speak like a barking dog. But they're actually Dragonborn, the weakest of the Dragonborn.

They are timid and sensitive, afraid of light and light. A single beast can pose a deadly threat to them. For the lord, although they are grateful, they are more afraid of the strong.

"I'm just here to see what you're doing."

Zhou Qingfeng likes this kind of creature that is weak but very self-aware. Kobolds are not like goblins. The latter is obviously weak like a scumbag, but he is dreaming of world domination.

"How's life going?"

Talking about life, the kneeling kobold was so grateful that he wept bitterly. He simply lay on the ground and cried: "Your Excellency Hugo, you are the first lord who is willing to treat the weak and small races fairly.

We wandered around, were constantly slaughtered and abused, and couldn't even find a place to dig through the garbage. Only you are willing to take us in and give us food and a salary.

In order to facilitate our lives, a night market is also opened.

You are the best lord in the world, and we can feel safe for the first time. We've sent someone to contact the other kindreds, and all the kobolds in the Northland are ready to serve you. ”

As the kobold cried, Zhou Qingfeng saw that there were many scars on his head, back, and thighs. There are old and new, and it seems that their past life was really hard.

The kobold on his knees felt the lord's hand pressing against his back, and he lay on the ground trembling, his eyes tightened, not daring to move, even if he died.

What can come from the lord's big hand is the warm current of healing. In a few moments, many of the kobold's injuries were gone.

"Your Excellency, we don't deserve to be treated." The kobold on his knees was still trembling and panicking, "You've given us enough. ”

Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel so, he didn't want to be waterlogged in the whole city every year. There are kobolds who are proficient in engineering to work, which is really something that can't be asked for by burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

Besides, engineering is a skill that can be very useful, but it's not just about cleaning a sewer. If there are tens of thousands of kobolds as engineers, many things will be easy.

"Your work is important and hard, and you deserve my reward. Go and call the other kobolds, I have enough spell slots today to heal you all. ”

The order was given, and the kneeling kobold looked up weakly at the unbelievable lord with a look of disbelief. He did not hesitate to personally treat the lowly race.

Dozens of kobolds who were working came up one after another, lying in front of Zhou Qingfeng to receive the magic techniques of 'healing' and 'removing disease'. For him, an honest kobold is too rare and must be cherished.

The kobolds who received the treatment were all respectful and grateful.

When the treatment was over, the sky had brightened.

The kobold couldn't stand the glare and returned to the sewer outlet. They swore that they would come out to work as soon as it got dark, and clear the messy sewers in the city as soon as possible. Their agitated appearance makes people worry about whether they will die of overwork.

There is no rain this winter, and there is no water in the moat.

It was freezing cold, and instead of using fire to loosen the silt, the kobold used an auger to open a hole and pry it with a metal lever. Pry open a little at a time and carry away a little.

"It would be nice if there were explosives, and the construction capacity could be greatly increased."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, "There are a lot of things that will explode in alchemy items, but the raw materials are completely collected in the wild, which is not only very expensive, but also very small.

Or industrialization, industrialization! ”

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