With the usual grace of elves, it would be unthinkable for them to go into a dark pit and wield a pickaxe. In order to obtain the necessary ores, the elves of Silverleaf City have tried their best to use the arcane, mechanical, and alchemical skills they are good at to increase their efficiency.

For Zhou Qingfeng, the wind machinery left by the elf could still be used, but the mining machine driven by magic was completely dumbfounded. Healy isn't a Grand Arcanist either, and can't provide a steady supply of arcane energy, so that's the only way to go

"It's easier for us dwarves to pull a few horses to drive the ventilation and some oxen to propel the mining knives. The excavated mine is loaded onto a minecart and dragged out of the mine by a winch driven by the wind. It's just as labor-saving and cheap. ”

The local method still works. Bruno, the gray dwarf, assured Zhou Qingfeng that his trick was absolutely good, "Arcane energy is too expensive, and only the elves on the surface can afford it." The dark elves of the underground are all calculating. ”

There is not even forage in the Black Forest, and the feed for cattle and horses is the same as the rations for people, all of which are traded by Zhou Qingfeng to succubi with soul crystals. The abyss does not produce food, and Medis also gives orders to her servants in the main material realm.

Harmony Village has nearly 200 cattle and horses. In order to serve these animals, he almost didn't kill Uncle Zhou. But even if you die, you have to grit your teeth. Otherwise, it will be more complete by relying on manpower.

A truckload of high-quality iron ore leaves the pit of Iron Furnace Village and is pulled by a horse-drawn cart to the iron-making furnace in Harmony Village. The furnace burns wood cut from the Black Forest, turning the ore into fiery molten iron.

The molten iron is poured into a mold and solidifies into a red-hot bar of iron. At this moment, the strip iron is often filled with spongy cavities, which must be fed into a wind forging machine to remove impurities and eliminate internal loose defects.

Zhou Qingfeng has asked the blacksmiths in the forge to ponder different iron-carbon ratios, and the methods are all written on papyrus, but it will take a long time to actually master and mass-produce high-carbon steel and low-carbon steel.

The forged strips are sent for further processing. Blacksmith apprentices in the forge would use the iron to produce swords, shields, and ploughs, hoes, pots, pots, and pots. With sufficient iron ore, the first thing Zhou Qingfeng had to do was

Popularize iron tools to the inhabitants of the Black Forest.

Have you ever seen a few families that don't even have a pot together? The Black Forest has it.

Have you ever seen a stone sharpened as a machete to cut wood? The Black Forest has it.

Have you ever seen a kitchen knife that can be used as a family heirloom, and the handle is rotten and repeatedly replaced for decades? The Black Forest has it.

Zhou Qingfeng already knew what kind of poverty his villagers had become. But before he got Fei Zhe in Iron Furnace Village, he could only watch.

The production capacity of the Atlas is too poor. Zhou Qingfeng has soul crystals, but the succubus's business network can't provide so many tools, just like it can't provide enough food.

Until he was able to completely control enough manpower and material resources and strong prestige, Zhou Qingfeng immediately turned his face and happily let those wall grasses that were in the way get out.

The original production system was too ineffective and backward, and it was directly abandoned. The Elf's mining farm plus the wind forging machine has increased its production capacity by more than ten or even dozens of times compared to the past. The villagers of Harmony Village can finally have a pot per household and a knife per capita.

The simple task of cutting trees and trees can be done faster and better. Zhou Qingfeng finally no longer had to spend precious gold coins to purchase the most ordinary iron tools from the succubus, and successfully achieved import substitution.

"Is it easy for Lao Tzu to do this?" Zhou Qingfeng held a steel saw blade in his hand and repeatedly bent it to test the toughness. He was surrounded by several blacksmith apprentices from the forge yard, all laughing happily.

Compared with the knife and axe of crude benzene, the saw blade is a high-tech product with technical content. The axe can be made of ordinary iron, and the saw blade must be made of steel. Because the working environment of a saw blade is much worse than that of an axe.

The quality of the iron bars produced in the forging yard fluctuates greatly. According to formal standards, this thing is not as good as eliminating the production capacity of strip steel. But in the other world, Uncle Zhou's bar iron is all high-quality products.

Select the best of the best from the forged bar iron, and pick out some of the best quality production saw blades. Because the strip iron used to produce saw blades needs to be cold-rolled, quenched and tempered, and the quality is not good, it will be broken.

"Heck, we used to buy saw blades from the south, not to mention the high price, and they were often out of stock. I want to buy more, but people don't sell it. Now we can finally produce it ourselves. That's a lot of gold saved. ”

Zhou Qingfeng was very satisfied with the several apprentices in the forging field, "Okay, you have done a good job, and the wages have all been raised by one level." In addition, a bonus of five gold coins per person. ”

Most of the apprentices in the forge are armed squires in the past, and they are quite majestic when they hear their names, but they are actually miscellaneous servants who eat some scraps and are cold. How good it is to follow Uncle Zhou, eat and drink spicy food, and life is much better.

"Produce well, and sell the saw blade to the south in the future. We need to bring down the price of these iron tools and bankrupt all the blacksmiths in the South. Zhou Qingfeng laughed happily, and the apprentices naturally kept haha.

Leaving the forging field, Zhou Qingfeng went to the village's warehouse. There were hundreds of sets of iron plows and hoes for farming. The plane passage opened, and the succubus Meadis stared at him with a frown, and said unhappily, "You want me to transport these worthless farm tools for you?" ”

"You promised before, I will send you the equipment left over from the demon battlefield, and you will guarantee to supply me with 10,000 people of food in the next ten years."

"Don't worry, it's fine. I have arranged this. ”

"Based on the amount of food you gave me before, I'm worried that you have no idea how difficult it is to grow food in the main material realm."

The succubus's charming face showed a look of doubt, but it still admitted, "Well, I don't know how you humans grow food? But what does that have to do with you getting these plows? ”

"You should first ask your servant if his peasants need a lot of iron ploughs?" Zhou Qingfeng said, "Judging by the grain output you provide, I suspect that the production methods of those farmers are still quite backward. ”

The succubus's brows furrowed even tighter, it thought that it had lived far more years than Zhou Qingfeng, and that it should be more cunning, more knowledgeable, and more intelligent than that kid. For the first time, it took the initiative to cut off contact with Zhou Qingfeng, and instead went to inquire about its human servant.

Thousands of miles to the south, in the great city of Whigburg, with a population of more than 100,000, Archbishop Dimitri, dressed in a robe, looked with worry and pity at the farmers working in the fields outside the city.

The fields are the property of the church, and the farmers are all members of the church. Dimitri operated in the Whigburg for decades and had the ardent admiration of tens of thousands of believers. But now he has a problem: he needs to provide an extra 10,000 people a year with food rations.

Dimitri was able to become an archbishop not because he was religious, but because there was a demon behind him to help. He cultivates high-quality believers, but secretly harvests souls and gives them to demons in exchange for all kinds of incredible miracles.

The demon had asked him to keep providing food, and he had already given away all the food he had. Now we need 10,000 more food rations, and every year, which is too much.

The yield of wheat in Whigburg is only a few tens of kilograms per mu, and the farmers are tired and cannot grow so much grain out of thin air.

The peasants who worked in the fields were all dressed in tatters, with yellow faces and thin muscles. But when they saw the archbishop passing by the field, they all fell down on their knees and bowed in reverence.

In the eyes of the farmer, the venerable Archbishop Dimitri was a good man. He recruited displaced people, settled the land, provided medical care, and gave spiritual comfort. This saved the farmers from wandering, and it was already a great good deed to have a place to live.

"Dimitri." A stern voice went straight into the archbishop's head.

The archbishop was caressing the heads of several believers, and when he heard this, his heart trembled, and he replied silently in a humble tone: "Master, what do you command?" ”

"Do your peasants lack iron plows and tools for ploughing?" The stern voice asked, "Is it impossible to get a ration for 10,000 people?" ”

Ah, Dimitri was a little stunned. How could the devil ask the iron plow? This has not been seen in the last few decades. But he replied respectfully

"Most of my farmers are homeless people who have nothing in the first place. I recruited them to farm, and I could barely build them some houses.

Iron farm implements are good, of course, but they are very expensive, and I can't afford to buy them for them. Providing food rations for 10,000 people a year can be challenging. Dimitri admitted his difficulties.

"I see. Looks like you're in luck. ”

"Master, what do you mean?"

"You will receive a large number of farm implements, hundreds of iron ploughs for the first batch. The price is cheap and can even be credited. Your farmers will love you more, and you will have a higher prestige. ”

Ah, in the face of those farmers who rely on wooden ploughs, Dimitri's mind is messed up, and the devil actually sent him an iron plow? The demon actually cares about human farming. Strange stories through the ages!

Iron plows are less labor-intensive and more efficient than wooden plows, allowing farmers to plow more farmland. In the matter of farming, the quality of agricultural tools has a great impact.

The archbishop's heart was pounding, and he could not wait to announce loudly: "Children, devout faith will be rewarded. The grace of God has come, and you will be given a hundred iron plows. ”

Iron plough?

The impoverished farmers are the most unbelievable. In this world, iron tools are really expensive. When they confirmed that they had heard correctly, they erupted in cheers like a tsunami, feeling that their faith had been approved by the gods.

Butterfly wings are flapping, products from the far north, about to change the whole world.