"It's delicious!" Sophia eats sweet oranges, and her face has a childish and sincere innocence.

Lawrence sat down in his chair and took out two oranges and handed them to Emma.

"Emma, you and Bull also try it, go out and eat it, spit the seeds on the ground behind the church, see if there will be saplings in the future, peel off the orange peel and put it on the windowsill to dry, I will be useful."

Emma happily took the orange, "Yes, thank you host!" ”

Soon there were no maids in the room, and Lawrence looked at Sariel and Sophia, who were eating oranges, both of whom had a sweet tooth.

"This one has the power of Kharan, she doesn't like to smell these smells, remember to rinse your mouth after eating."

Sophia stuffed half an orange into her mouth and nodded.

Sariel's eyes narrowed, "This is so sour......"

"The magic doesn't go away when no one is near Mount Talim, and I'll have a family dedicated to managing the orchard on the mountain, preferably someone who can make wine," Lawrence said. ”

In Lawrence's view, the fruit trees of Mount Talim are like petri dishes that grow wildly due to overnutrition, and the contents of the contents cannot be in normal contact with the outside world for a long time, resulting in miasma every once in a while.

These miasma are a sign of the maturity of the mountain, and they are also the means by which Keharan used to protect himself.

Picking and adding new fruit trees in a timely manner, using the power of bees and humans and animals to keep the mountains open, will not allow those nutrients to always ferment in one place.

Sariel thought of someone.

"Just ask Allie, she's sure she knows this."

Al Ali ...... Lawrence remembered who it was, Kate's wife, Doug's daughter-in-law.

Doug's main business is not to raise dogs, the dogs are raised by the snow cave people, in fact, Doug's family runs a tavern, and the sled team is usually responsible for delivering alcohol.

Sophia got out of her chair, "Master, I'm going to call Alalie here!" ”

"Okay." Lawrence nodded.

Saliel smiled, "We'll have a lot of alcohol to drink in the future, but Lawrence, you don't drink, you don't need too much." ”

It is true that Lawrence does not drink much, on the one hand, because he does not like stimulating things, and on the other hand, he is not comfortable with the artisanal techniques of this era.

There must be various reasons why people don't live long here, and if a person wants to live a long life, in addition to genes, he also needs a variety of health awareness, especially the attitude of not dying to life.

If you ban alcohol in this area where it is cold winter most of the time, you will first be hated by the angry people.

Even gods can't control those drunkards.

If you can manage the quality of the sake well and make cleaner sake, then even if you don't drink it yourself, you can feel at ease when Keharan and others are drinking.

Sophia quickly led Al Allie in.

Like Emma and Bull, Elle has no makeup and is beautiful as a young woman.

Compared with Emma and Bull, Elle between the ages of twenty and thirty has a more mature temperament, and has just given birth to two children.

Lawrence spoke, "Allie, how are you doing?" ”

Al Ali glanced nervously at Lawrence and Sariel, lowered her head and said, "Yes, master. ”

"I'm good friends with Doug, I'm good friends with Kate, and I've avenged Doug after his misfortune," Lawrence said. ”

Looking at Al Ali, who was clearly unconvinced, Lawrence stood up and picked up an orange, peeled it off, and handed her half of the flesh.

"I'll give you an orange to eat."

Al Ali took the orange and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.

After eating it, Alalie fell in love with the sweet fruit.

Lawrence looked at the apparently more natural woman and asked, "Elle, do you know how to make wine?" ”

Al Ali shook her head, "No, this Doug only told his sons not to let us go into the cellar. ”

Winemaking is a technique, and Doug has a bit of a strong sense of secrecy, and now that Doug and his sons are dead, this technique has also been lost.

The same goes for the missionary Kenny, whose ale-making skills have been lost due to an accidental death.

This seems to be a recurring occurrence in human history.

Lawrence was a little disappointed, "Well, I want to find someone to help me make wine, it doesn't matter if you don't know, Allie, I'll build you a separate cabin in the future, otherwise those men outside will definitely fight for you." ”

Al Ali blushed and looked at Lawrence enthusiastically, "Can I be your maid?" Living in this big house, my body is very healthy! It's beautiful too! ”

Lawrence was speechless, "But you still have Kate's baby in your belly." ”

Holding her stomach in her hands, Al Ali argued, "You can be his father." ”

Lawrence doesn't have that hobby, and Al Ali can't compete with witches like Sarry and Sophia, not even Bull and Emma.

Everyone's aesthetic is generally the same, but there are big differences in subtle aspects, and Lawrence doesn't like this kind of round-faced beauty that is popular in the North.

Lawrence quickly dismissed the enthusiastic and proactive village girl, and thought about it and said, "If there is no winemaker, there will be no baker." ”

Saliel took the initiative and said, "I can make bread!" ”

"I don't want you to do this physical work every day." Lawrence proposed: "Let the women make bread first, then take the children to learn, and then let the children become full-fledged bakers." ”

Most of the regular bakers are men, especially the bakers who open the shop.

Cooking has always been manual work, especially repetitive physical work, and it is better to train some bakers.

Lawrence counted that his Western slaves were generally distributed in nineteen occupations.

Bread miller, butcher, carpenter, coppersmith, cloth merchant, dyer, rinseman, glove worker, tanner, locksmith, papermaker, trader, chimney cleaner, tanner, blacksmith, garment worker, roofer, weaver, farmer.

There are no gardeners and milkmen, and these are not yet carefully separated, but there are part-time vendors.

When robbing, pirates gave preference to the rich and the able-working, and most of the farmers were usually thinner, and most of the farmers were not concentrated in the cities.

It was not uncommon, but the number of farmers was relatively small, and most of them lived on the outskirts of the estates, as well as in the vicinity of vast villages and fields.

Because farming requires the proximity of farming, each village actually accommodates the population according to the number of surrounding fields.

Once it is too far away from the cultivated land, in order to protect the output of the field and facilitate cultivation, a bribe will be given to the family of the leader to move to the vicinity of the farmland to build a new home.

Most of the people who gather in the city are those who have no land to cultivate, so it's easy to catch people with strange skills in slightly larger settlements.

Although there are no regular winemakers at the moment, Lawrence believes that there will be one in the future.

However, Lawrence also found the scarcity of doctors in the professions counted by his subordinates!

Just as Lawrence continued to develop in peace, a team of more than twenty people arrived in the town of Phumexiu.

The leader rode a long, lanky mount, like a boar and a mouse, but without a tail and with thicker limbs.

It is smaller than the mountain boar that serves as the mount of the barbarian, and its body proportions are more coordinated and stable, and it looks harmless to humans and animals.

There were also authentic mountain boars in the ranks, all of them looking bad-tempered, and beside them were men in linen or leather armor.

These people don't dress like villagers, some look like pirates, and some look like city people.

In addition to the men, there were more than a dozen women in the procession, who were standing next to the cart with boxes in their hands carrying two long wooden sticks in their hands.

The proximity of these men soon aroused the vigilance of the Pumishu, and Friesen and the rest of the men stood at the entrance of the village with weapons.

"Who are you?"

The man said, "I'm Rahne, a merchant from Tranta's Hoof, and my master has heard that there are good things here, so he asked me to exchange them for the Night Pot and the Playing Cards." ”

Freesson and the others breathed a sigh of relief, but they still didn't worry about these people.

Rahn said, "I have seen your people here in the tavern, and they said that when they go back, they can exchange women and food for more [playing cards] that can play war games, and my master wants to get ten more [night pots]. ”

Friesen was quick to say, "You have to wait, that thing is only for Lawrence, I'll have someone call him." ”

Rahn looked at these people, there were not many men in this place, most of them were women.

But that Lawrence may be the leader here, and it is rumored that there is a Ravenfeather Prophet who can revive the dead.

Shocked by the legend, Rahn chose to wait and see.

(End of chapter)