The person in charge of farming is named Quinn, and he is the old man of the buffalo tribe in Buffalo.

When Amber found Quinn, he was soaking in a small pool he had dug himself, snoozing contentedly.

Since coming to the city of the North Plains, Quinn has been racking his brains almost every day, trying to squeeze some food out of this dry loess.

During the most difficult time, Quinn even wanted to bury his old bones in the ground, as long as he could grow something more to eat.

Until the Lord planted the Origin Tree......

That's a miracle! Not to mention how the mountain-like tree grows so fast like a blow......

Just that tree flowed out...... According to the lord, it was called "absorption", and the water that was drawn out alone made Quinn wonder if the land he had spent most of his life was white.

It is said that the loess, which is so barren that there is not a single bird droppings, is watered, and at most it is the same barren yellow mud, and nothing can be grown at all.

But this water doesn't know what magic it is, and the crops watered with it grow almost twice as fast! Not to mention the name of the one that Miss Drissy came up with later...... Oh yes, lop melons and white leaf melons.

In more than three months, Quinn watched this inconspicuous yellow mud field feed the people of the city little by little, and even fed three large granaries!

Not...... Now it's black mud, and because the yield is so large, Quinn even has room to fertilize the field.

There's even enough water to give yourself a bubble bath to satisfy your own little fetishes of the species.

So now, the old buffalo is unswervingly following the lord. If there is any more strange thing that comes out of the alchemy workshop, Quinn will not be suspicious.

Even tomorrow, Liu Ergou gave him a seed, saying that gold could be grown here, and he did the same.

However, Ammur's "Eighteen Incense Plan" still scared the old buffalo into choking on a large mouthful of water in his pool.

"Eighteen! It's not the first day we've known each other, but how big of a rock did your mole's head hit in the ground to go crazy like this? Or do you make weird things to eat all day long, and finally give yourself Alzheimer's disease? ”

"We don't have to worry about food now, but we can't all change to spices! According to your plan, I think you just marinated the whole city and made dried meat! ”

"Panic what!" Amber gave Quinn a blank look, "You're all old, and you're still yelling all day long, be careful to flash your waist!" ”

"My plan was approved by the lord, and besides, you should take a good look at the plan I gave you, when did I say that I would change all the spices?"

"What did the lord say?" Quinn then gave Ammur a suspicious look, and picked up the piece of reed paper.

After reading the plan carefully, Quinn figured out what Ammur wanted to do, but he still looked skeptical.

"You say this," Quinn pointed to the plan, "except for the three that need to be planted separately, the others are intercropping with my grain fields?" ”

"Yes, are you illiterate or are you Alzheimer's, do you have to repeat it again?" Ammur waved his hand impatiently, then pointed to the papyrus in Quinn's hand and continued to explain

"What I mean is to plant the rest of the crops that grow slowly, occupy a large area, have high shelves, and don't rob much of nutrients with your original crops."

"In this way, the cultivated land can be better used - anyway, the lop melon and the white leaf melon are growing on their stomachs, and they don't need the space above; Wouldn't my spices help your crops to prevent insects? ”

"Really don't rob nutrients?"

"I really don't rob it."

"Really don't block the light?"

"It's really unstoppable......"

"Really insect proof?"

"It's really insect proof! Are you finished?! ”

"Then I'll think about it again......"

With that, Quinn ignored Ammur's murderous gaze and dipped back into the pool. On a riverbank next to Easton's wharf, Ran Steel was standing alone, quietly watching the rushing river in front of him.

Despite leaving Deros, Burning Steel still couldn't get into the habit of wearing robes and hoods.

Most of his ten years of exile had been spent in the dark mines, and the hood and robes had long since become part of his body.

Whether it is the bloody breath that accompanies him all day long, or the dark shadow that can't wait to devour him, it is like a heavy layer of iron sand, no matter how the wind of time blows, it can only be constantly stirred, but it cannot be taken away.

After a long time, whether it is the face of burning steel or his heart that has been cooled for a long time, it has long been scarred by polishing.

So even after leaving the dark Deros, Burning Steel still didn't want to take off his hood. This small patch of darkness in front of his forehead was far more intimate than the warm sunlight that sprinkled over the whole land.

Still, despite rotting in the dark for so long, Burning Steel's eyes were still sharp. It's just that this sharpness is often accompanied by a bit of confusion, like a sharp blade that sharpens iron like clay and can't find its sheath.

At this moment, these sharp eyes are staring at a ship carrying a sinking load and floating in the distant waves.

It was a traditional brig cargo ship, which was common on this Santias River.

Unlike the Northern Plains, the land south of the Santias River is dotted with large areas of farmland with good soil.

These farms, which belonged to the Leilaselus Farming Society, produced more than half of the Empire's grain, and the brigs that transported it could be found almost everywhere on the Santias River.

So it's not the ship that's unusual, it's something on board.

With the sight of Burning Steel, it was completely easy to see the ship at this distance.

In his field of vision, this ship appeared and disappeared in the waves, and there were no common bags or boxes on the deck.

In their place, there were people, scrawny and scrawny, tied together with hemp rope, and their expressions numb as they sat on the deck.

It is conceivable that the cold and dark cargo compartment below the deck of this ship must have been crowded with more such "people".

This is a slave ship, or a slave ship, and no one here will find out the origin of this humanoid cargo, and it doesn't matter what kind of ship it is.

The owner of the boat was apparently a rather insatiable man. Even if you don't know how to sail, it's easy to see how hard this old and dilapidated ship is at the moment.

Carrying such a large and heavy "cargo" through the waves of the Santias River, the old ship was obviously a little overwhelmed. Staggering and staggering, a slightly larger wave came over and almost knocked it over the water.

The waves outside the two sides had already crossed the freeboard again and again, pressing the poor people who were leaning on the side again and again into the middle.

And on the bridge near the stern, a fat, richly dressed man was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to a shrine, apparently praying for something.

Suddenly!

A slightly larger wave hit the deck and finally broke through the slaves' defenses, knocking a few weak slaves off the deck!