The success of the canola sprouts will raise the standard of living in the territory to a new level.

"Keharan, we're going to be growing a lot of Brussels sprouts here next year to get a lot of rapeseed!"

Keharan looked at the excited Lawrence and could feel Lawrence's excitement.

"Now that the oil is enough, is it necessary to be so busy?"

Keharan sat lazily on the table in his chair, "I think it's good now, I don't want to be so tired." ”

Lawrence looked at the female scientist sitting on the chair with her legs crossed, and sure enough, she was reliable and sassy.

"You're right, it's only a matter of time before we defeat Tranda Hoof City."

"I sent another two hundred people to support the Southern Ancient Whisperer family, in exchange for the previous one hundred."

"There's nothing going on in the west, the grain production of all countries is good this year, and we have also sold grain in exchange for medicinal materials from the Green Forest Kingdom."

"Except for the two churches, there will be no war for the time being, and those two churches also know my current strength, and they won't trouble me again for a while."

"Let's have a good rest, you've worked hard for a while, and then we'll enjoy life slowly!"

After the end of the naval battle, the dominance was determined, and now the canola sprouts have been developed to solve the problems of people's livelihood.

As a grower of high-yielding potatoes and canola sprouts, and a master of wheat, Khallan wanted to take a break, and Lawrence naturally allowed it.

"I'll help you build a comfortable chair, a chair where you can lie down and take a nap."

Lawrence spoke excitedly.

Keharan felt Lawrence's sincerity, and felt that Lawrence wanted to do his best to reward himself because of the results of this research.

"When is the city of Tranda's hooves going to be defeated?"

Kehalan's face was calm and natural, and he asked an unrelated question.

Lawrence folded his hands in front of him and pondered the question.

"My plan is to take my time, this year I will only plunder a certain number of people, and at the same time clean up the aristocratic forces over there, and I am expected to complete the cannibalization within three or five years."

"If it's fast, a year or two can force them to go south, flee from Tranta Hoof City to Norrison."

Keharan nodded, "Then wait two years." ”

"What's the matter?" Lawrence was curious.

Keharan said naturally: "I think you have too few useful witches here, and all the wizards we have encountered these days are very powerful, and in comparison, our wizards here are very weak. ”

"If we can win over the wizards in the south, we won't be so weak."

Lawrence understands Khallan's concerns.

There aren't many wizards I've encountered over the years, except for the wizard who controlled the crow at the beginning, many of the rest are very capable wizards.

Some can control hurricanes that can blow people away, and Andrew and those people were defeated by this kind of wizard.

There are also wizards who can throw boulders, wizards who can mind control, wizards who can summon storms, wizards who can telepathize with objects, and wizards who can set a giant building on fire from a distance of tens of meters.

In contrast, the witches around Lawrence are a bunch of weak chickens.

The witchcraft of Loshanda is also a bit out of touch compared to the witchcraft of the male witch.

A family of incapable witches like Aisabel is even more of a shame in shame.

Khallan's concern is not sentimentality, but that the witches here are indeed weak.

"We're not weak." Lawrence looked at Khallan seriously, "There are no weak witches, only useless coordinators!" ”

Kharan looked at Lawrence suspiciously, as if he understood what the coordinator meant, considering what happened to him and the rest of the witches.

"Each of you has an irreplaceable and important role!"

"It is precisely because of your help that I can defeat one strong enemy after another, here is my great credit, and there is also the strength of you to twist together!"

"The power of a witch is limited, and the power of a group of witches gathers around me, and I am the sea!"

Kharan was encouraged, "I see! We are not weak now, and no one can destroy our good life! ”

Lawrence looked at Keharan, who let go of the knot, "I've always been doing things to get stronger, you guys can live a good life and help me, it doesn't matter if it's those wizards or the church!" ”

"It's not that they can't let us go, it's that we can't let them go!!"

Keharan nodded, the Kingdom of Stars, which had a much smaller number of people than the outside, had always been the main attacker, whether it was the Vakiri or the Westerners, or the Tranda Hoofers who were about to fight.

Lawrence and Keharlan cleaned up the plantation room, which will grow a lot of Brussels nap seeds this winter, so that next year they can grow a lot of Brussels sprouts in the mountains.

Soon it's the fried chicken festival, and it's also the day of remembering the sweet rice.

On this day, you can only eat two meals, skip meals in the morning, eat old meals at noon, reminisce about what happened here before, and eat fried chicken in the evening.

Fried Chicken Festival is Lawrence's Fried Chicken Festival, not the Fried Chicken Festival for everyone else.

Now that there are 10,000 people in the territory, Lawrence can't afford such a large population.

The kitchen is only in charge of bread and potato soup, and most of the bread eaten by people is brown bread with rye, which tastes pretty good.

The town of Bhumisius has a population of 2,000, Vakiri 5,000, the manors and mines 2,000, Oak City 1,500, the Flying Fish Harbor 3,000, and the Lower Forests and Southern Villages and Towns 2,000.

There are about 15,000 people now, and many children will be born before the eternal night comes, and of course some old people will inevitably die.

Lawrence handed over this year's Bittersweet Remembrance event to the heads of the various regions, and he took food and soldiers to the Wakiri to host the Bittersweet Remembrance.

While eating, everyone complained about what they had eaten before, what kind of life they lived, and how the people of Tranda Hoof City treated everyone.

After a bittersweet meal together, Lawrence looked at the barbarian sitting on the flat ground in front of him.

"You have dug a lot of potatoes this time, and you have performed well in more than ten days of labor, today is our fried chicken festival here, and I will eat sweet rice at noon, and I will eat better in the evening."

"In addition to a glass of vodka per person tonight, I'm going to add some pork and chicken to your potatoes."

Behind Lawrence was the livestock he had brought with him, including two pigs and more than twenty chickens.

The barbarian who sat and ate bread looked at Lawrence in shock, never thinking that slaves could eat meat.

The barbarians quickly launched a cheer, and nearly a thousand people sat on the ground and yelled, venting their joy in their hearts.

Lawrence soon had the nearby Wakiri people cook, boil water and kill pigs and chickens.

The nearby barbarians went to the mountains to cut firewood, or carry stones and dirt.

The potatoes have been dug up, and there are not many potatoes planted on the side of Vakiri this year, and the captives helped build the cellar after they did not dig potatoes later, in short, they were not idle.

As long as they are fed, these people don't mind digging potatoes or building cellars.

The next morning they were given a potato soup with meat, and two pieces of black bread each.

"After eating, you will be free, you can go back to Tranda Hoof City, or you can go back to your family."

With a sword in one hand, Lawrence stood quietly in front of everyone and announced something that caught them off guard.

Everyone who was eating looked at Lawrence's side, the news was so sudden that everyone was stunned.

"Prophet, can we get out of here?" The people of Pigtrotter City felt that this was somewhat impossible.

Lawrence looked at the men, "Yes, I will send you to the shore near Port Lorfen in ten boats, and you can go wherever you want." ”

"I want to stay!" A young man shouted, holding a bowl of rice in one hand and bread in the other, and shouted with a sincere face: "I want to be a slave here!" ”

Lawrence said coldly, "No, all of you have to leave. ”

The barbarians were speechless, wanting to go but not wanting to go.

Lawrence quickly added, "I will send you to the vicinity of the city of Trantahoof, and if you can return on your own, I will accept your allegiance and allow you to be my slaves." ”

"But I have to leave today, and I'll leave after eating!"

"I'm going to attack Tran Hooves in the winter, you can go back and inform your family to take refuge, or you can bring your family over in advance to be slaves."

"I don't care what you choose, you already know my rules here, either fight for me, or labor in exchange for food!"

"Those who want to fight for me have also figured it out, and I will do it to the city of Tranta's Hoof!"

Nearly a thousand prisoners of war could not resist Lawrence's will, and after eating, they obediently boarded the ship and went home.

It was only after these men had left that Sophia asked the question in her mind.

"Why did you let them go?"

"There's no way to keep watch over these people in the eternal night, let go of those who want to run, and those who want to stay will run back."

Sophia understood what Lawrence meant, that the Eternal Night was indeed a nuisance, that during the month-long dark period, the supervision would become very weak, and that the Eternal Night would be prone to madness.

"What about people who don't want to run and don't want to stay?" Sophia was curious about this.

Lawrence looked at the fleet in the distance, "These people are not strong-willed, have no ideas of their own, are easily influenced by others, and are also uneasy factors, it will be much better to leave, I need those who accept my favor, not a group of ungrateful or uninspiring people." ”

"Let's see how many of them come back in a few days, and the people who come back will join the logging team and the construction team here, or fishing."

In this era when subordinates are generally treated as consumables, Lawrence asked himself that he was willing to buy the bottom of the class.

If someone is willing to be bought, then the two sides get along amicably, give themselves money, food, and treatment, and they work for themselves.

Those who do not want to be bought, then look for their place.

Lawrence just needs to be grateful to himself and treat this place as a good place, not a bunch of people who seem to be begging for them.

Sophia muttered, "Master, these are just a bunch of beaten and surrendered waste, do you need to be so merciful to them?" ”

Lawrence felt that Sophia was right, these people were indeed a group of people who came to rob and were beaten down, and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

If they can live a better life in Tranda Hoof City than here, they will continue to be the masters.

If Pig's Trotter City doesn't treat them as human beings and treats them well on their own side, they don't know how to take the initiative, then there is no need to keep them. (End of chapter)