Chapter Eighty-Four: The Spring of Tara Khan (Part II)

The New Year of 778 in the continental calendar leaves the impression of the people of Tarakhan as a day that is completely different from usual, lively, cheerful, well-fed and well-fed, and a little dirty and fun.

The happy days are fleeting, and then the busyness is next.

Tara Khan is located slightly south of the central part of the Western Continent, and the climate is relatively not very cold. Soon after the New Year, the snow begins to melt and turn into murmuring water.

In the Earl's Territory, this winter has been very busy. The peasants hardly had a day to spare, either digging ditches or building roads there. Although work can be exchanged for food, many people also have some complaints in their hearts - they have long been accustomed to lazily doing nothing in winter, and such a busy winter is simply unheard of.

And many people have a vague worry, if the spring flowers bloom, when it is time to be busy with farming, the earl still wants everyone to dig ditches and build roads, then what should we do?

Fortunately, this did not happen, and when the snow had melted, the Count said that the winter work was over, and everyone could go about their own business.

To everyone's surprise, after accounting, the Earl said that the workload this winter had exceeded his original requirements, and that he could give some extra food to all those who participated in the work and were able to complete their daily work steadily.

This batch of grain is not much, but it is enough to make the farmers feel more at ease this spring, so that there can be more rice and less wild vegetables in the porridge at home, so that the elderly and children can live more comfortably.

Of course, it's not that there is no kind of guy who doesn't work very hard, and now he is still shouting "I also worked for a winter, why is there no reward".

Such people were soon gone, and the Count's soldiers took them away, and they were never seen again.

Because of the count's generosity, many people had some snubbing thoughts about him in their hearts. And after such a toss, those careful thoughts that had only dared to hide in the corners of the corners were immediately gone, and many people recalled the means used by the earl when he first ascended the throne in the spring of last year, and at the same time, they were firm in the idea of being honest and obedient and not playing tricks.

The Count is a man with a skill, and he is tired of playing tricks with him!

Don't you see those aristocrats and wealthy businessmen who died at home one by one for some reason last spring?

According to the statistics of well-informed people, most of these people were frequent visitors to the gladiatorial arena when the earl was only the second son of the earl, and when he was engaged in the underground gladiatorial arena!

Supposedly, he was in power, and these people should be promoted by him to become die-hard henchmen. As a result, he did the opposite, reusing those people in the territory who had a good reputation and had always been more reused, but these people who had a good relationship didn't know what taboos he had committed, and what he didn't know what he shouldn't know, and they died unexplained.

In short, don't speculate on the count's thoughts, just obey his orders.

For these people with limited skills, Anthony naturally doesn't need to explain anything to them, but for the real core of the territory, he needs to spend time and energy to introduce his governance philosophy to them and explain the detailed intentions behind the decrees.

He has the most powerful staff in the world, not only can look at the past and present, China and foreign countries, design all kinds of plans, but also give real-time intelligence support at any time, and even can help him provide debate materials.

The most important thing is that this group of people is very capable of fighting.

Well, more important than any previous advantage.

After all, in this world, being able to fight is the most important thing.

Researchers come from a background like soldiers, often lamenting things like "this is really a barbaric world where knowledge is not as valuable as fists"; pandas, who are martial artists, have also lamented more than once that "my C language, JAVA, HTML5...... Is there a chance to come in handy?" even Anthony himself has struggled with this.

Before the crossing, he was peddling chicken soup for the soul. However, the heads of people in this world are generally solid, not to mention the chicken soup for the soul, even if the Buddha jumps over the wall, don't want to pour it in.

He once thought about universal education, and ambitiously formulated a five-year education plan from night school to junior primary school, but when he took out this plan and discussed it with everyone, Anka, who walked the grassroots all day, rejected his plan with only one sentence.

The illiterate poor people of this world generally suffer from night blindness.

The so-called night blindness is very poor vision in the case of weak light, and in more severe cases, once it is night, it is almost no different from the blind. According to medical knowledge, this condition is due to a lack of vitamin A. Ankh used apple juice, spinach and animal liver as "medicines" to treat the disease, and it did work well.

However, the problem is that apples, livers, and even inferior meats are not cheap, and they are not affordable for ordinary people.

In other words, until a large supply of spinach can be supplied, there is little possibility that the civilians of the Tara Khan will be able to go out to study at night.

The bigger problem is that Ankha told everyone that spinach should not be eaten too much, this thing will affect the body's calcium absorption, and it is not a very suitable way to supplement vitamin A for people who are generally deficient in calcium.

"What's the best thing to do?" asked Anthony.

"Eat more meat. Ankh replied.

So Anthony had no choice but to die.

If the civilians of Tara Khan could eat more meat, then the standard of people's livelihood in this territory must already be very high, and he still needs to think about any basic education?

After the setbacks, everyone discussed the perfect policies after that, most of which were simple and easy, or could be led by the traverser himself.

For example, Volibel and others presided over the agrarian reform.

The traditional way of farming in Tarakhan is quite rough, turning the soil a little with wood, then sowing the seeds, watering them frequently, and getting rid of weeds if they find them, and that's all there is to it.

In the late spring and early summer of last year, after the traversers had a preliminary grasp of the Tara Khan territory, agricultural experts such as Walibel and Lixiao surveyed the farmland near the city of Tara Khan, and they were dumbfounded, muttering things like "It's okay to me?!" At the end of winter this year, before the spring ploughing began, they hurriedly organized training to educate farmers on how to farm.

Farming is a science, tidying up the field, preparing ditches, and stockpiling fertilizer are all basic skills; planting seeds in rows and arranging the appropriate density so that crops can get enough water, fertilizer and sunlight is considered an advanced course; as for comprehensive pest control, multi-crop compound planting...... Lixiao gave a lesson to the village chiefs with great interest, but seeing that their eyes seemed to have turned into mosquito coils, she had to sigh unhappily and give up the lecture.

"What I do best is multi-cropping. She lamented, "There is no place for heroes!"

Volibel comforted her: "They are just not enough for the time being, and when their level improves in a few years, there will naturally be such a need." ”

"I'm afraid that in a few years, the Tara Khan Territory will be burned all over the war......"

Just as she sighed, the panda happened to pass by, heard her worry, smiled, and said, "Isn't our current effort just to save the Tara Khan from war?" ”

He pointed to the farmland that was being ploughed in the distance: "How can such a peaceful and tranquil scene allow a careerist like Richard to destroy it? This time, we are going to turn it into an impregnable wall, and let him hit his head and bleed!"