A few days later, spring in the true sense of the word arrived, and the rain-polluted water sources showed signs of recovery, albeit more slowly than during the last rainfall.

Worryingly, some of the weeds were wilting, and the trolls were trying to grow potatoes in the fields next to the town with the water from the stream that had not yet fully recovered, but there was still no sign of germination.

The trolls' experiments made Xiang En also dispel the idea of watering crops with river water, and continued to add a clean spring to the water in the reservoir every day, or add natural fertilizer to the urinal in the toilet.

On this day, Xiang En made an oversized mashed potato as usual and ate it for himself and Andrea.

Rummaging through the storage room, he found that there was not much salt left from the town's five hundred homes, and that there was only enough to eat for two or three months, and it was almost time for him to look for the salt mines he had heard from Dunier.

After giving Andrea mashed potatoes and leaving a jug of milk for her as usual, Xiang En took Naka, who had broken through the gold level, out of the room and continued to patrol his territory.

Today, the trolls also came to the manor consciously and began to do farm work.

Between the fields, the trolls began to turn over the soil, planting potatoes, corn, peanuts, sugar beets, wheat and oil melons.

These crops are the only crops that Xiang En can grow, and they all need to be arranged, and the farmland in the front yard is temporarily only planted with sugar beets, peanuts and oil melons.

I planted potatoes once before, and it took a long time to make up for the fertilizer in the field.

So instead of growing staple grains on a large scale, the large open space in the backyard has now been reclaimed as farmland, one-third of which is corn, one-third of wheat, and the remaining one-third is potatoes.

Although the taste is average, those potatoes can be gagged once in two or three months, and ten tons of land per acre, who can refuse such food!

As the chief wizard of the frost troll tribe, Auda also came to the field, and he was assigned a test field, ready to try to use wizards to cultivate plants in a targeted direction, in the direction of greater production and faster harvest.

Witchcraft is an alternative use of nature's magic, with the power to desecrate life, and one of its functions, like a delicate gene editor, can mutate the will of the life caster to a certain extent.

Such mutations, if they emerge from seeds or embryos, are more stable.

In the distant past, the trolls relied on special witchcraft to obtain high-yield food, as well as a large number of soldiers of a new race who were not afraid of death, and finally could share the world with the elves.

In the end, because of his unscrupulous style and brutal rule, he was spurned by most of the created races, and finally all kinds of rebellions betrayed and pushed the trolls off the altar.

Some of the trolls in the continent are still doing similar experimental research, but their time has finally passed, and most of the current trolls have become poor creatures struggling to survive.

Xiang En looked at Awuda, who was chattering and dancing in front of a corn seedling, shook his head and walked away.

It's not that he looks down on trolls, on the contrary, he thinks that their witchcraft is very magical, and it can change lives to the degree, but the spell-casting process is difficult to control, and it takes a lot of time to intervene, and the disadvantages of witchcraft are still the same, and the key is that he can't learn it.

After leaving the farmland, Xiang Eun went to the ironmaking workshop built next to the backyard wall.

This iron-making workshop is run by Markey and Duncan, and in addition to striking iron for Xiang En, the two of them also have to burn at least a ton of pig iron every day with several trolls.

Walking into the already lit ironworks, I see several trolls pulling bellows and shoveling charcoal, while Markey and Duncan forge freshly burned pig iron.

The pig iron was the size of an irregular human head, and Duncan was in charge of fastening it to the anvil with tongs, while Markey swung a sledgehammer and struck it again and again, and when it was hammered into a large discus, they would quench it, and when it was done, it would be thrown aside.

Later, if necessary, it can be processed into other shapes.

Seeing that the employees were all working hard, Xiang En couldn't help but nodded, and walked to the iron-containing sand that had not yet been thrown into the furnace for calcination.

He couldn't help but think of a problem that he hadn't paid much attention to, the iron ore had been digging for almost two months, and he hadn't finished digging yet?

Iron ore is not a precious mineral, there will be iron ore in many mountains, most of them may be open-pit, but the reserves are very small, there is no development value.

Xiang En has never cared about the reserves of iron ore, just because this thing is really common, and there is a mountain next to it, and a place is dug up, and then find some to dig it, it is nothing more than a matter of long distances and short distances.

But it's been two months, dozens of tons of iron have been trained, and Bourne, who went to mine, is still digging, is it possible that there are a lot of reserves?

This question may not be asked until Bourne returns with the ox cart at noon.

Patting off the injured mud and sand, Xiang En turned his head and patted the musque-looking Maki on the shoulder, and encouraged: "Do a good job, and give you two a rabbit as a reward next month!" ”

You seem to have said that last month......

Markey turned his head to look at Xiang En's encouraging eyes, his expression was broken, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Think about how easy their work used to be, and even if they had to be on call 24 hours a day, they had plenty of time to enjoy and rest.

Since they started making iron, he and Duncan had to strike iron for nearly fifteen hours a day.

There are fixed production targets, and the trolls leave as soon as it gets dark, and the two of them are busy working to and fro before they can step on the point at night, and if they can't finish it, they will have no food.

It's better for two weeks a week, but after two whole months, I have to get up to burn charcoal before dawn every day, and the two of them have not come from the trolls, and they have not come until the trolls have left at night, so that they can drag their tired bodies back to rest.

Every time, I don't get much substantial reward, and if I want to be transferred, I will be pressed back with special treatment in a special period.

But so what!

Xiang En looked at Ma Ji's face that was about to cry, and his smile became brighter, it was not that he really wanted to squeeze the two of them to death, but the brains of the trolls were really not very good, and it was easy to make mistakes, and the two of them still had to work hard!

Ma Ji cried and sold out, and under Xiang En's forced gaze, he slowly showed an ugly smile, "Yes, it's all for the boss's worries, and there is no reward...... I'm going to do it too! ”

"Good!" After receiving a satisfactory reply, Xiang En put down the hand on Ma Ji's shoulder this time and said, "Don't worry, you will be able to change jobs soon...... Hey, just tomorrow! Tomorrow you take two ox carts, and Bourne and Hogan will go to the mountains to dig some salt mines, it should take a few days, you can have a good rest these days, and by the way, you will dig two ox cart iron mines. ”

Markey was stunned at first, and then showed an expression of excitement and surprise.

This made Duncan on the side look a little anxious, "Old... Boss, what about me? ”

"Now the outside world is very dangerous, iron is an important material, our walls are reinforced, we need iron, and in the future, we will also use iron. There is not enough safety without enough iron, in short...... Work harder! ”

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